This boy (Robert Smith x reader)

Nothing (12)

MAYA'S POV

I woke up with an insane headache and with Robert wrapped around my body tightly. There was physically no way for me to escape his grasp.

So what did I decided to do about this little predicament?

Absolutely nothing.

I shut my eyes again until he awoke, which was many hours later. I felt as if that was typically the usual with us two. I tended to always wake up hours ahead whilst Robert stayed in bed all day.

"Morning love." I whispered into his neck.

"Morning baby, how'd you sleep?" He replied in a raspy morning voice.

"Good, you?" I yawned.

"Wonderful." He said somewhat sarcastic, but serious enough to also sound genuine.

I couldn't help but slightly hum when he rubbed his hands over my legs and arms. The way he touched me made me feels things that were unexplainable.

Every time he touched me it sent shivers down my spine, or my toes would curl up.

I cupped his cheek and planted a kiss on his forehead, as a way of saying thank you I guess you could say.

"Mm, I love it when you do that." He hummed.

"What, kiss you?" I smirked.

"Yeah, do it again." He giggled, rubbing my upper arm with his hand.

Since he insisted, I slid my hand to the back of his neck to draw his face closer to mine.

I pressed my lips onto his and kissed him ever so gently. I felt as he cupped both of my cheeks and kissed me back even more passionately. I mean he was really going at it. It'd just begun and he'd already started using tongue.

Of course I didn't mind all of this though, he could do anything to me and I wouldn't have a care in the world. I loved him so much that he could practically get away with anything he wanted.

"Fuck, I need you." He groaned into our makeout session.

I never responded to this comment, only kissed him a little bit harder, with a little bit more love, or should I say lust?

By this time he had his hands up my shirt, rubbing my back and grazing my breast. I was on top of him, straddling his junk with my legs as he sat up against the bed frame.

I couldn't stop kissing him, I needed more. I wanted more.

He wasn't wearing a shirt so if things were headed where I thought they were, then it wouldn't be as hard to get him unclothed.

Me on the other hand not so much. I was wearing a T-shirt with baggy pants and socks, the whole shebang.

He started at my neck, leaving marks where he pleased.

It felt so fucking good, he always knew where my sweet spot was. I couldn't help but moan slightly when he hit it.

"Fuck Robert." I moaned into his ear softly.

At this point it we were practically on the verge of morning sex.

"You like that?" He smirked, pulling away from my neck.

Before I could even get the chance to respond, there was loud banging on the door.

"Hey it's Simon, open up!" He shouted.

Robert and I immediately pulled away from each other, mentally sighing because of the interruption.

"Where the fuck did you put my guitar?!" He shouted again before Robert abruptly opened the door.

"What are you going on about?" Robert questioned, scratching his messy hair.

"My guitar, the manager said he gave it to you and that you'd give it to me." Simon replied with a perplexed expression.

"The manager never said anything to me about that nor did he ever give me your guitar mate."

"Oh my fucking god. Someone's losing their job." Simon cursed under his breath whilst he walked away back to his room next door.

Robert shut the door as soon as Simon was out of sight.

"Sorry about that." He sighed.

"No, it's not your fault." I chuckled, wrapping myself in the bed covers.

I'd been sitting there awkwardly throughout the entire interaction between the two.

"Yeah your right. It's my fucking managers fault. Worthless piece of shit." He muttered, walking off towards his suit case to grab clothes.

"What's so bad about him?" I asked, trying to make conversation, and also to just see why the band doesn't seem to be so fond of him.

"He just never does his fucking job. I mean you seen it for yourself just then." He huffed, walking towards the bathroom.

"Oh and by the way, we've got another flight this afternoon, so pack your stuff." He added before shutting the door.

Well, that was one way to start the morning.

                                     ***

There I was once again, on another flight headed towards Harrisburg Pennsylvania.

My head rested on Roberts shoulder, I was on the verge of sleep.

It was actually getting quite late, it had to of been 10:30 P.M. by now at least. Why the flight had to be so late was beyond me.

My eyes looked towards the seats in front of me, such a familiar scene. I'd be seeing that a lot.

Quick enough the plane landed, we hopped off and went to our hotel. And that was it.

It was the same routine, same pattern.

I'd soon be getting sick of all the repetition, I thought to myself.

                                     ***

It was maybe...what 4:00 A.M.?

I wasn't sure, but that didn't matter.

I was suddenly awoken from a noise, a noise that I wasn't sure was real or not. It sounded like something was being dragged across the floor, but it sounded distant.

Maybe Simon and Elise are up and about, making noise from the other side of the wall...no, they wouldn't be up at this hour.

I was starting to sweat, the hairs on my arms were standing, and my hearts pace quickened.

What the hell was that, was all that crossed my mind in that moment, until there was Robert.

I felt a hand slip around my waist and a sleepy voice call out my name.

"Maya, what are you doing?" He mumbled, pulling me back down under the sheets and into his grasp.

"I heard a noise." I admitted.

"Did you actually hear something or is your head acting up again?" He asked, cuddling me more.

I was a little bit offended by what he said. I couldn't tell you why, but something about it just twisted my gears.

"I'm not sure." I mumbled.

I didn't want to talk about it anymore. It was embarrassing.

I hated it.

I despised having so many fucking mental problems, and I especially hated it when people acknowledged them.

People knew I was fucked up. I guess that's what I didn't like. People knowing I'm shit in the head.

But what could I do about it?

Nothing.