ON HOLD
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"What do you want to drink, angel?" He whispered in my ear as goosebumps rose all over my skin. I roll my eyes at him secretly adoring the nickname he's chosen for me.
"Haven't I told you, Harry, that's not my name?" He gives me a genuin...
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Light feathering touches, trailing up and down my bareback.
Kisses pressed against my shoulder followed by teasing licks grazing my neck. I hum and finally open my eyes, Daisy lays in front of me smiling reaching up to play with my hair.
"Morning sunshine," she whispers leaning forward to capture my lips.
Memories from the night before flood my mind and all I can think of is the way her thighs were tightly wrapped around my head.
I missed Daisy, we always had fun together she was on of Angelas', and I fuck buddies. We are best friends, we didn't mind sharing.
She leans back from me as we lay face to face under the sheets, "I've got to get going D, it's Sunday already and Ang should be on her way back from her mums'. Want to be there when she gets home."
"Of course, I'll miss you, Jo. Next time tell her to come along yeah?" Daisy smirked at me and I gave her an approving nod as I got out of bed to gather my belongings and get dressed.
"Are you sure you can't stay longer Jolene?" I hear her call from behind me still on the bed, I turn to her walking towards her giving her a quick kiss.
"I'll call you okay?" I say against her lip as she nods and I head for the door.
I was happy to finally get home, when Angela goes to her mums there's usually some crazy story she tells me, usually about Liam being a dickhead.
The drive back to the dorms was quick and I was grateful to be home. I was still a little tired from last night.
I make my way to the dorms and up to our floor, when I reach for the door handle I notice it's unlocked. I didn't think Angela would be home this early, it's only about ten.
I step inside closing the door behind me, immediately I notice that our desk lamp is on the floor shattered, the chair is broken, and the desk drawers look like they've been yanked out.
Then my eyes fall to two empty vodka bottles sitting on top of the desk.
Oh no no no.
Fuck, please tell she's okay.
I whip my head towards our bathroom when I realize I heard the shower on. I quickly walk towards the bathroom swinging the door open to see Angela standing under the shower stream with her shirt still on clinging to her body and stopping at her thighs.
She was crying. She never cries.
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