princess |h.s| (#wattys2018)

thirteen

2 months later

"good morning."

I squint my eyes the sun from my window pouring in.

once my eyes adjust I smile at Brandon.

about two weeks ago after I had a breakdown he kissed me outside.

there was snow falling around us.

tears were falling down my face, he looked me right in the eyes.

he sees the real me.

nothing sexual has happened between us he simply explained to me that he understands that I'm not ready but when I am to let him know right away.

he winked after he said that to me causing me to laugh.

nobody has found harry yet, there has been no trace of him.

I don't think of him as much as I used to.

my breakdowns have been less and less since the night Brandon kissed me.

"I'm gonna go make breakfast."

I nodded with a smile.

I sat up and started to think.

was I ready for Brandon and I to have sex?

was I ready for the commitment that comes with it?

could I not think of harry while doing it?

me legs answered my questions as I trail down the hallway to the kitchen.

I stood in the doorway of the kitchen watching Brandons every move preparing myself for whats to come next.

"I'm ready."

my voice cracks a bit and I clear my throat.

"hm?"

I look him straight in the eyes.

"I'm ready."

I look down and bite my lip out of habit.

I didn't hear Brandon walking over until it was too late.

he crashed his lips against mine.

I jumped into him and he lifted me by my thighs carrying me to the bedroom.

once in the room he threw me on the bed and slowly started undressing himself and I followed his actions.

he took a piece of clothing off I took a piece of clothing off.

shirt.

shirt.

pants.

pants.

underwear.

bra.

underwear.

he looked me up and down.

"god, you are so beautiful."

I blushed and looked him up and down.

his abs were toned but not as toned as the ones I peppered kisses on.

his member was large but not as large as the one I ran my hands on.

why was I still thinking thi-

Brandon interrupted me by kissing me hard.

he slowly lined his member up with my entrance and slowly pushed in.

we both gasped in sync.

he slowly went on moving in and out.

I silently begged him to go faster and be rough with me but he just wouldn't.

after he came in my mouth he went back downstairs leaving me with my thoughts.

he didn't make me cum like someone would.

he wasn't rough with me like someone would be.

he didn't call me names or have me call him names like someone would.

he just wasn't that someone that I wanted.

"harry"

I whispered.

"babe breakfast!"

Brandon yelled from the kitchen.

I walked down the stairs and saw him take a swig of whiskey.

ive never seen him drink before.

"youre drinking at 10 in the morning?"

"yeah? what does it look like I'm doing mom?"

he looked me dead in the eyes while he said that.

where the hell was his this isn't the Brandon I know.

"well, it just seem out of character."

shit, I shouldn't have said that.

he pushed his chair and walked over.

"what was that? are you me? do you know how I act?"

he grabbed a handful of my hair.

"no I just I-"

why am I on the ground?

why do I taste blood?

what just happened?

I look up and see Brandon towering over me.

he took a long drink of the whiskey finishing it off.

"go get me more of this from the store now bitch. and don't you dare talk to anyone while youre out."

I stood up and rushed to get the keys and I was out the door.

the cold air clung to me and I regret not grabbing a jacket.

then finally I heard the voice ive been longing to hear for months.

"i just watched him. he hit you didn't he?"

I spun around and met my pair of baby blue eyes with a pair of dark emeralds.

HOLY FUCK THIS IS THE END OF MY BOOK

THE SEQUEL SHOULD BE OUT SOON ;)