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Charlotte insisted to stay with me, in my room, but I refused. I wasn't a damn baby, and I needed the dark and isolation to figure out what the ever-loving fuck was wrong with that girl. After a million time saying no to my sister, she finally wished me a good night hesitantly, as if she knew it wasn't a good night at all.
The dark clouded me.
I wanted to strangle Lola. The urge truly consumed me.
I closed my eyes, the ache in my chest so painful. I rubbed at it. Would it always hurt? Or could I possibly move on like I did after Angela? Hell, did I have to move on? Was Lola so much as Angela and I had misread her? The situation was different, I had been infatuated with Angela, but I was in love with Lola. No one recovered from that easily. And especially not someone who was in love with a firecracker, because they burn.
My heart squeezed again, and I just wanted to numb it.
The flat was dark and I tried to be quiet, taking my keys and leaving as inaudibly as possible. I didn't want to wake Charlotte and I just want to drink myself into oblivion. I strode purposefully to the elevator, but my feet stopped instinctively in front of Lola's flat, my mind filled with chaos. Was she even here? Did she feel any pain at all?
Angry at myself, I moved away.
I could've taken my car, but I wanted to walk, smell some fresh air. I felt shallow and somewhat defeated. Heartbreak ran through my veins like blood, and my yearning accompanied every breath I took. I didn't want her to leave, I wanted her stay. I wanted to apologize, to kiss her tears and hold her in my arms, shield her from a world where anyone could hurt her. I'd been almost certain she'd stay, but then again, I knew Lola. She guarded herself, and would guard herself to the last breath. Even if it meant absolutely smashing my heart.
The bar was thankfully empty, and I took a seat, requesting an entire bottle of Jack. Mina, the bartender, and somewhat a friend of mine, frowned, but wisely, said nothing. She placed a glass in front of me and a bottle of Jack, pouring some. I shot her a bitter smile, draining the glass, hoping the numbness followed quickly. I told her to keep it filled quickly, and her concern deepened.
"Louis..." she was a bit unsure.
"Mina, just fill the bloody glass!" I snapped, slapping my palm on the surface of the bar. She jumped lightly, but filled the glass anyway. I wanted to apologize, but I didn't find it in me.
One, two, three...countless drinks later, I was pissed and downright shitfaced. But her face wouldn't leave my memory, her scent wouldn't leave my nose, and her voice wouldn't leave my ears. I remembered her laugh, her smirk, the challenge in her eyes, the defiance she always exuded. I thought of her eyes, of her lips, and her sexy body that starred every fantasy in my head ever since I met her that day in the market. I chuckled, where were we now from that day? Weeks later, in love with each other, and she runs away.
Fucking Lola.
I was too pissed and didn't care at all that Mina was trying to sober me up. I started to realize that she mixed the shots somehow with something that started to clear the fog from my head a little. My eyes were quite unfocused and I looked at Mina, but I saw Lola's face.
Fuck that noise.
"I want a place to crash," I mumbled, slapping some money on the counter. "You're not in a relationship, are you? I can't handle any drama right now."
She smiled sadly, sympathetic for me. "You're welcome to my place, and no, I'm as single as they come."
"Perfect." I laughed, the sound harsh it was more of a cough.
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My head hammered when I woke up and, for the first time in years, I felt like I might throw up. My neck was cramped and my arm was numb, touching something hard and cold. I opened my eyes slowly, cursing the sunlight, and realizing I slept on a couch, which was why my neck was cramped and my arm was numb. I felt like hell.
"There's some ibuprofen on the table," A familiar voice said. "And orange juice."
I still didn't feel better when m hangover was handled. There was that other pain, the pulsing, aching thing inside my chest. I've never known such a feeling where your heart hurt with every beat. Physically. I wanted to find Lola and yell at her, unleash some of my anger so maybe I wouldn't feel the pain alone.
But I couldn't. How could anyone hurt the one they loved. I'd dodge a bullet for her, but she was the one who shot me down.
"Want to tell me what happened?" Mina sat down slowly next to me.
"I don't even know what happened," I muttered, telling her in brief how the night went. "I know she believed me, it was there in her eyes. But she just left? What the fuck? Are women nuts or something?"
She slapped my arm for this, but her eyes weren't quite happy. "I don't know what's wrong with her, but maybe you should just...I don't know, wait for her to—"
"I haven't done anything wrong to ask for forgiveness, Mina." My voice was cold. "Yes, I hid it from her, but it's not like I hid for months! I was fucked up that night and fully intended to talk to her in the morning. I was going to, but my dad showed up and she heard us. I'm not at fault here."
She sighed. "Then I think you should overcome your anguish in case she never comes back."
My stomach dropped. Was that the only choice I had?
"Hi there, player." A voice whispers in my ear. Lola. "Think you can get hard for me?" She licks my earlobe and I clench my jaw as her fingertips tease my length with feather-like touch.
"Lola..." I moan when I feel the warmth of her lips against my stomach, then the sharpness of her teeth.
The darkness of the room fades a little, and I see Lola's silhouette as she climbs over me, her hair tickling my chest. Her fingers take hold of me, rubbing against her cl it and she makes a sound similar to a purr, nudging the swollen nub over and over. I groan at the feeling; she's so hot, so slick. But when she rubs the tip around the rim of her opening, my body jerks, panic rising just beneath lust.
"Lola...no." I grunt and she moans, sliding the tip inside. I wanted to stop her-I was too paranoid to let her do this-but the hotness and velvet softness of her cu nt was out of this world.
It only took one time for an 'oops' baby to happen, and that reminder alone was enough for me to stop her when she slid another inch inside.
"Lola, we can't be reckless about this." I was breathless, and she agonized me further by clenching around me. "Let's get a condom."
"But I'm safe," she moves her hips and I slide all the way inside, her cry breaking through the silence. "Oh fuck." She gasps, and moves her hips once, causing me to clench my teeth.
"Lola-we can't do this." I said halfheartedly. Fuck she felt close enough to heaven.
She paused. "Why not? You can pull out before you come." She moved her hips again and I tilted my head back, digging my fingers in her hips to slow her down. I thought I'd lose my mind, the feeling was too much for me to resist.
I urged her to increase her tempo and she did, bracing her hands on my chest for leverage and I placed my hand on the small of her back, getting her tits closer to my mouth. I took one of her puckered nip ples in between my lips and tug.
"My God, it's so good." She moans and I bite down on her, listening to her muttered curse.
Lola's tempo gets faster, and she reaches down, cupping my balls and fondling. Her middle finger extends and the wicked feeling of her touch so close to a place like this makes me harder than I think I've ever been. She runs her finger there, teasing me with the promise of something taboo and my heart spikes in excitement, my release gathering at my spine.
Lola's back arches, and she moans long and brokenly as she comes, her heat coating my co ck with warmth and I stiffen, holding on by a thread. When she comes down from her high, I flip us over and pull out of her, stroking myself in a quick sloppy rhythm until all I see is black, nothing but static in my ears as I come.
When my heart slows down, I look down in the barely lit room to see Lola looking at my come on her skin, her mouth releasing tiny whimpers and sounds of awe.
"That was...filthy hot." Lola whispers, laughing in astonishment.
"It was beyond that." I agree, sitting up and putting my jeans on. I turn the light on in the bathroom and wet a cloth, and go back inside the room to clean her up. She turns the lights on, dimming them however.
"Why did you turn them on?" I mumble, wiping my sperm from her skin. I feel her fingers in my hair and look at her to see a fondness in her eyes.
"I wanted to see you." She whispers, causing me to pause.
She nods in confirmation when I just stared, swallowing. I say nothing, tracing her skin softly. It was obvious that something has changed, and I wasn't sure if I wanted things to go back, or move forward in this thing between us. I knew I didn't want anyone to touch her but me-that's a given-but it occurred to me that if what we had was over, I wouldn't get over it easily.
I took her in my arms and she turned the lights off, falling asleep almost instantly, but I had a hard time to get over what happened. The Lola I had known-the cold challenging one-was slowly softening to a Lola that would devastate me.
The memory was vivid in my head, a mocking, sharp reminder that I had been right to predict that Lola would wreck my world, my heart. I didn't know it back then, but now that I did, I wanted to turn back in time and guard my heart a little more.
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Ugh I really resent Lola right now :/ what do you think her reasons were??
My babe is coming to an end soon I can't believe it! I know it's a bit of a short story but it's part one of the series so I'll keep them all from 30-50 chapters. The second book will be Liam's story ;)