Use Somebody
August 2015 - Part 1
17th of August 2015:
Cassie's POV:
I was sitting on the small bench next to the stone cottage, sheets of paper, some full with words, some blank, spread out on the table in front of me. Eyeing the small golden statue I had half-buried underneath the hedge roses against the barn wall a few metres away, I took a sip from the almost empty Whisky bottle.
“Fuck you,” I murmured as so often before and scribbled down a few verses. I hated and loved the statue both. It had brought me to the final stage of being valued as an actress, but with it, fame had gotten to me immensely. I could go nowhere without the paps following my every move. And when I almost had that motorcycle accident because of them swerving at me, I lost it. I packed a few things, rented a small cottage in the middle of nowhere and fled. The first thing I did when I arrived at the beautifully rough coastline here in Cornwall was to throw my cellphone off one cliff. I kept the laptop, but the phone I really needed to get rid of. It had been two months now and no one had managed to find me. I called a very pregnant Behati from time to time, so that she could spread the word that I was still alive. I didn't even want to know how furious my agent and publicist were.
I chuckled like a pirate at the thought of them terrorising all my close friends to get information. Maybe they also didn't care much. After all, I heard all big actresses go through a similar stage like mine at least once in their career. They were lucky I didn't go all Britney. Or Lindsay.
I kept staring at the statue while bringing the bottle to my lips, sipping down the last drops. I put it down and looked at it with a sad face, as if that would fill it up again. It didn't work, you know. So I groaned loudly and dragged myself inside, searching the cupboards for a new bottle. Without any success. I was out of Whisky. I almost started to cry, but then I remembered that there was a simple solution to my problem. Go buy some more.
“Oh my, what should I wear?” I said in a very fake southern accent while going into the tiny bedroom. You start doing that after being alone for some time, you know. Healthy dose of insanity. I rummaged through my suitcase and put on a pair of tights, a skater skirt and one of my favourite sweaters. Putting on the mandatory wellies (it was always muddy somewhere around here), my sight fell on my bowler hat, and I decided to wear it, just for fun.
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Grabbing a rather big shopping bag, I made my way out the door and descended the rocky path down the tiny hill my cottage was on. After about 10 minutes, I reached the road and started in the direction of the tiny village nearby. The 20-minutes walk would have been more fun if I'd had some booze with me, but I simply enjoyed the fine August weather and the hilly landscape. A car came up from behind me and stopped at my level.
“Miss Black!” I turned my head to see an elderly man smiling at me kindly. I remembered him to be the farmer that lived further down the road. I had briefly met him in the village a couple of times. All of the people there had actually introduced themselves at one point or the other. It was a very, very small village with mostly elderly people, and no one seemed to know who I was. Well, it was either that or they just went along with my fake name and occupation, Isabella Black the writer.
“Do you need a lift?” he asked me and pointed at the passenger seat.
“Yes, that would be lovely,” I said friendly and got in next to him. He drove off again and started chatting about random things. I nodded politely and tried to maintain the conversation, but I was deeply lost in my own thoughts. He let me out at the local grocery store and I thanked him and went inside.
“Hello, Miss Black,” the cashier woman greeted me friendly and I nodded at her and grabbed a shopping cart.
“How many bottles this time, love?” she asked, already half turned around towards her Whisky cupboard.
“Make it 5,” I said and she smiled and got to her work. I loved how no one here seemed to judge me. I was guessing that they had quite a fair number of recluses in that cottage. I vanished into the aisles of the small shop, gathering a few groceries. I couldn't survive on Whisky alone. Not yet, that is.
The little bell over the door chimed and signalled another customer. I was in the far corner of the shop, comparing two cans of baked beans, when I heard a very familiar deep voice.
“Excuse me, I'm looking for a young woman, very thin and tall, with long, brown hair and green eyes?” he asked the shop lady.
“Well, we don't have too many of the young kind around, that is for sure, but why are you looking for her, may I ask?” the lady answered and I blessed her with all my heart at that moment.
“I'm afraid I lost her. You see, we have a very special relationship, and I really need to talk to her,” he said and the lady was quiet. I peeked around a corner and saw her with her arms crossed, staring at him suspiciously. My heart sank a bit at the sight of his slender body and soft curls.
“Okay, I see you're not very co-operative, so I'm just gonna say this,” Harry continued, and I could hear that he was slightly getting impatient. “I love this woman with all my heart, and she's in a dark place right now. I want to bring her back, but it was a very hard task even finding to this village here. By the look of those 5 Whisky bottles ready to be sold, I'm guessing she's either coming in later or even in now, so will you help me find her? Please?” Harry practically gave a speech and my heart almost stopped. I leant back against the wall of the shop and slid down until I was sitting on the floor.
I couldn't hear the woman answer, but steps approached me and a pair of white converse came into my view. I kept staring straight ahead and he bent down and looked at me. Our eyes connected and for the first time in two months, tears started to build in mine and before I knew it, I was in his arms, sobbing against his chest.
“It's okay, Cass, I'm here now,” he said softly while stroking my hair.
“I hate you so much!” I sobbed against his chest, but his grip only tightened.
“I know, I know,” he said with the most heartbreaking tone in his voice.
After a small eternity, I had finally stopped crying and broke free from his grip. He brushed away the last remains of the tears with his thumb and took my face in his hands.
“You look so fragile, honey,” he said and I just kept staring at him. What did he expect me to look like after hearing that he was engaged? I was pretty sure not gonna be the epitome of healthy. “Let's get you home, shall we?” he said and I nodded, thinking of my cottage. We went to the counter and he paid for the Whisky while the shop lady eyed him suspiciously once again. Before we left, she grabbed my arm and put her hands on my shoulders.
“Are you okay, love? I could call the police, you know, they could just take him,” she said earnestly and I smiled a crooked smile at her.
“Thank you, but it really is alright. He won't hurt me. Physically, at least,” I whispered the last part almost to myself and the lady hugged me to her chest before letting me go.
“You call when you need something, alright, dear?” she shouted after us when we left the shop and I nodded gratefully and let Harry guide me to his car, which was parked in front of the local pub. We got in and I told him which road to take.
“How did you find me?” I finally asked after a couple minutes of silence.
“Tracked your last phone call,” he replied and my eyes widened.
“But I called from a public phone!” I said and looked at him, shocked.
“Still traceable, Cass,” he chuckled and I was speechless.
“Stop here, in that small space,” I instructed and pointed to a small piece of meadow at the side of the right, from which the path to the cottage started off. He parked the car and we got out.
“I have to say you sure know how to find secluded little cottages,” he said while we went up the path.
“Thanks?” I half-asked, not sure as to whether that was a compliment or not. We arrived at the top and went inside.
“I hope you know you'll be going back with me, right?” he said while I was putting away the groceries. I shot him a deadly look.
“No,” I said sternly, looking at him menacingly.
“Wow, you have perfected that look, but it won't intimidate me, Cass. I'm taking you home,” he said and stepped closer. I turned around and leaned against the counter, propping my arms on it.
“First of all, I don't have a home. Never had, never will. Second of all, you are in no position to decide about my life. Last I checked, you had oh so conveniently given up on us,” I said with poison in my voice. The truth was that even if all the fame was to blame for my need to get away, the day I heard the news that him and that bitchy model were engaged, my world collapsed. He stepped closer and put his hands on my hips.
“Cass...” he said slowly and looked into my eyes. I shoved his hands away angrily and stormed out of the kitchen into the garden. The wind had picked up now and blew my hat away. I stood there watching it as it flew over the nearby cliff and briefly contemplated following suit. He had followed me and grabbed my arms again. I broke free from his grasp one more time and held my hands up towards him.
“No, Harry, do not touch me! You have no right to do that anymore. I was yours through all of it, the bullshit, the paparazzi, the sneaking around, but this??? A fucking marriage? I will not stand idly by and wait for you until you stop ruining our relationship!” I screamed at him over all the wind. His eyes were sad and his shoulders hunched while he looked at me intensely. Tears were forming in mine again and I started pacing up and down.
“I don't even know why you thought you would be the one to save me this time! My heart almost stopped when I heard your voice, and I wanted to run into your arms so badly, but then I remembered what you did and that all the love I had for you, you just kept throwing right into my face! I thought you loved me!” I screamed and stepped closer to him.
“She was pregnant, alright!” Harry finally decided to say something, screaming it at me with the same volume that I was screaming at him. My face went from angry to shocked in a millisecond and my mouth fell open.
“Pregnant... was?” I repeated, my voice feeble and hoarse. He nodded and put his arm on mine again. This time, I let him.
“We didn't try to have a baby, it was an accident. I'm so sorry, Cass, I wanted to tell you, but you were already gone when I wanted to,” he said softly and I looked at him again, speechless.
“Abortion was absolutely no alternative, and so I did the right thing and asked her to marry me. I didn't want to be one of those fathers who's not around, Cassie,” he continued. I was still staring at him. His fingers brushed up and down my arm and he brought me closer to his body. “But then I heard you were gone... and I realised... the only woman I would ever want to be with for the rest of my life is you. And that I finally had to think for once before deciding about my love life. So I broke off the engagement. I promised her to be there, though. But I wasn't in love with her anymore. She was so furious...,” he trailed off and his look fell over my shoulder.
“Is that your Oscar that is half-buried under the plants there?” he suddenly asked and chuckled. I blinked and got out of my daze.
“Yeah, it is, but that's not important. What happened then?” I asked, urging him to continue with his story. He took a deep sigh.
“Turns out, she had lost the baby early on in the pregnancy, but was still convinced she was with child. Hysterical pregnancy they call it, it's some sort of mental disorder. She wanted to be with me so badly that she thought it was the only way I'd ever stay with her,” he said and we locked eyes again.
“That poor thing,” was my first reaction and his brows shot up in surprise. “I did a few courses on psychoanalysis, I know about this, okay? It's no laughing matter,” I explained and he nodded.
“True, she's checked herself in to a mental facility since. And released a statement. We're obviously not together anymore. Which you would know hadn't you vanished off the face of the earth,” he completed his story.
“It's only Cornwall, for fuck's sake!” I exclaimed and rolled my eyes. He grinned at me happily.
“Does that mean I'm forgiven?” he asked cheekily. I nudged his arm playfully and smiled a crooked smile.
“I'm still mad at you, although I know it's not your fault. But you could have told me sooner,” I said and he pulled me closer, so that our bodies were touching. I looked up at him and he stroked a strand of hair out my face.
“And I'm sorry for that,” he said huskily and cupped his hand around my cheek. “I still love you with all my heart, and I want to be with you. For real. There is nothing left standing in our way, Cassie,” he said and my knees got weak. I tried to smile but failed miserably at it. “Cassie?” he asked, desperation in his voice.
“You're not the only reason I'm here, Harry. I just... I couldn't do it anymore. The people, the flashes, the noise... I hate being famous,” I said. “I love what I do, but the celebrity side of it all is tearing me apart... being with you, it would get so much worse...” I trailed off, looking into his eyes pleadingly. I expected him to reply, but he surprised me by bringing his mouth onto mine and giving me a long and deep kiss. I sighed contently while my arms locked around his neck, pushing him closer. His soft lips lingered on mine and I inhaled his typical Harry-scent. We broke free and he looked at me dreamily.
“Tell me again that you don't want to do this,” he said and gestured at the two of us. The kiss had reminded me of my never-ending passion for him and how my body reacted to his touch. I was like a flower and he was the sun. I needed him to survive.
“Oh, fuck it,” I said after a moment of silence and jumped at him, locking my legs around his waist and connecting my mouth to his. He reacted immediately and supported me by my bum while carrying me inside. He threw us on the bed and kept kissing me senseless. This was it. The real deal. Harry and I. I never wanted him to stop. After all those years, I knew that this was something I wasn't willing to be without a simple second longer.
Harry's hands travelled across my body and his hot flesh was pressed against mine. It still wasn't enough, I wanted to be covered in Harry, even though that sounded slightly gross. I was just so happy that we were finally in a good place.
“I love you, Cassie,” he broke free from my mouth and looked deep into my eyes. I smiled happily.
“I love you too, Harry Styles. And I will for the rest of my life,” I confessed and he looked at me intensely.
“Come with me to a concert in a week?” he asked and I shot up a brow.
“Harry, I'm not sure if I'm ready to leave this place just yet,” I said honestly.
“Please, Cass, it's a charity concert in Regent's Park and I would really, really like you to be there,” he said and I sighed.
“Can we talk about this later, perhaps?” I said impatiently while grinding my crotch against his groin. I was longing for some sexy time, but he was just talking.
“I'll only fuck you if you promise to come to the concert,” he said in all honesty and my mouth fell agape. He pulled up a brow and shot me an expecting look.
“Alright, I'll come, I'll come. Now, can we please continue this?” I pleaded and he grinned happily before attacking my neck with kisses. I sighed and threw my head back in pleasure. Better.
Cassie's POV:
I was sitting on the small bench next to the stone cottage, sheets of paper, some full with words, some blank, spread out on the table in front of me. Eyeing the small golden statue I had half-buried underneath the hedge roses against the barn wall a few metres away, I took a sip from the almost empty Whisky bottle.
“Fuck you,” I murmured as so often before and scribbled down a few verses. I hated and loved the statue both. It had brought me to the final stage of being valued as an actress, but with it, fame had gotten to me immensely. I could go nowhere without the paps following my every move. And when I almost had that motorcycle accident because of them swerving at me, I lost it. I packed a few things, rented a small cottage in the middle of nowhere and fled. The first thing I did when I arrived at the beautifully rough coastline here in Cornwall was to throw my cellphone off one cliff. I kept the laptop, but the phone I really needed to get rid of. It had been two months now and no one had managed to find me. I called a very pregnant Behati from time to time, so that she could spread the word that I was still alive. I didn't even want to know how furious my agent and publicist were.
I chuckled like a pirate at the thought of them terrorising all my close friends to get information. Maybe they also didn't care much. After all, I heard all big actresses go through a similar stage like mine at least once in their career. They were lucky I didn't go all Britney. Or Lindsay.
I kept staring at the statue while bringing the bottle to my lips, sipping down the last drops. I put it down and looked at it with a sad face, as if that would fill it up again. It didn't work, you know. So I groaned loudly and dragged myself inside, searching the cupboards for a new bottle. Without any success. I was out of Whisky. I almost started to cry, but then I remembered that there was a simple solution to my problem. Go buy some more.
“Oh my, what should I wear?” I said in a very fake southern accent while going into the tiny bedroom. You start doing that after being alone for some time, you know. Healthy dose of insanity. I rummaged through my suitcase and put on a pair of tights, a skater skirt and one of my favourite sweaters. Putting on the mandatory wellies (it was always muddy somewhere around here), my sight fell on my bowler hat, and I decided to wear it, just for fun.
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Grabbing a rather big shopping bag, I made my way out the door and descended the rocky path down the tiny hill my cottage was on. After about 10 minutes, I reached the road and started in the direction of the tiny village nearby. The 20-minutes walk would have been more fun if I'd had some booze with me, but I simply enjoyed the fine August weather and the hilly landscape. A car came up from behind me and stopped at my level.
“Miss Black!” I turned my head to see an elderly man smiling at me kindly. I remembered him to be the farmer that lived further down the road. I had briefly met him in the village a couple of times. All of the people there had actually introduced themselves at one point or the other. It was a very, very small village with mostly elderly people, and no one seemed to know who I was. Well, it was either that or they just went along with my fake name and occupation, Isabella Black the writer.
“Do you need a lift?” he asked me and pointed at the passenger seat.
“Yes, that would be lovely,” I said friendly and got in next to him. He drove off again and started chatting about random things. I nodded politely and tried to maintain the conversation, but I was deeply lost in my own thoughts. He let me out at the local grocery store and I thanked him and went inside.
“Hello, Miss Black,” the cashier woman greeted me friendly and I nodded at her and grabbed a shopping cart.
“How many bottles this time, love?” she asked, already half turned around towards her Whisky cupboard.
“Make it 5,” I said and she smiled and got to her work. I loved how no one here seemed to judge me. I was guessing that they had quite a fair number of recluses in that cottage. I vanished into the aisles of the small shop, gathering a few groceries. I couldn't survive on Whisky alone. Not yet, that is.
The little bell over the door chimed and signalled another customer. I was in the far corner of the shop, comparing two cans of baked beans, when I heard a very familiar deep voice.
“Excuse me, I'm looking for a young woman, very thin and tall, with long, brown hair and green eyes?” he asked the shop lady.
“Well, we don't have too many of the young kind around, that is for sure, but why are you looking for her, may I ask?” the lady answered and I blessed her with all my heart at that moment.
“I'm afraid I lost her. You see, we have a very special relationship, and I really need to talk to her,” he said and the lady was quiet. I peeked around a corner and saw her with her arms crossed, staring at him suspiciously. My heart sank a bit at the sight of his slender body and soft curls.
“Okay, I see you're not very co-operative, so I'm just gonna say this,” Harry continued, and I could hear that he was slightly getting impatient. “I love this woman with all my heart, and she's in a dark place right now. I want to bring her back, but it was a very hard task even finding to this village here. By the look of those 5 Whisky bottles ready to be sold, I'm guessing she's either coming in later or even in now, so will you help me find her? Please?” Harry practically gave a speech and my heart almost stopped. I leant back against the wall of the shop and slid down until I was sitting on the floor.
I couldn't hear the woman answer, but steps approached me and a pair of white converse came into my view. I kept staring straight ahead and he bent down and looked at me. Our eyes connected and for the first time in two months, tears started to build in mine and before I knew it, I was in his arms, sobbing against his chest.
“It's okay, Cass, I'm here now,” he said softly while stroking my hair.
“I hate you so much!” I sobbed against his chest, but his grip only tightened.
“I know, I know,” he said with the most heartbreaking tone in his voice.
After a small eternity, I had finally stopped crying and broke free from his grip. He brushed away the last remains of the tears with his thumb and took my face in his hands.
“You look so fragile, honey,” he said and I just kept staring at him. What did he expect me to look like after hearing that he was engaged? I was pretty sure not gonna be the epitome of healthy. “Let's get you home, shall we?” he said and I nodded, thinking of my cottage. We went to the counter and he paid for the Whisky while the shop lady eyed him suspiciously once again. Before we left, she grabbed my arm and put her hands on my shoulders.
“Are you okay, love? I could call the police, you know, they could just take him,” she said earnestly and I smiled a crooked smile at her.
“Thank you, but it really is alright. He won't hurt me. Physically, at least,” I whispered the last part almost to myself and the lady hugged me to her chest before letting me go.
“You call when you need something, alright, dear?” she shouted after us when we left the shop and I nodded gratefully and let Harry guide me to his car, which was parked in front of the local pub. We got in and I told him which road to take.
“How did you find me?” I finally asked after a couple minutes of silence.
“Tracked your last phone call,” he replied and my eyes widened.
“But I called from a public phone!” I said and looked at him, shocked.
“Still traceable, Cass,” he chuckled and I was speechless.
“Stop here, in that small space,” I instructed and pointed to a small piece of meadow at the side of the right, from which the path to the cottage started off. He parked the car and we got out.
“I have to say you sure know how to find secluded little cottages,” he said while we went up the path.
“Thanks?” I half-asked, not sure as to whether that was a compliment or not. We arrived at the top and went inside.
“I hope you know you'll be going back with me, right?” he said while I was putting away the groceries. I shot him a deadly look.
“No,” I said sternly, looking at him menacingly.
“Wow, you have perfected that look, but it won't intimidate me, Cass. I'm taking you home,” he said and stepped closer. I turned around and leaned against the counter, propping my arms on it.
“First of all, I don't have a home. Never had, never will. Second of all, you are in no position to decide about my life. Last I checked, you had oh so conveniently given up on us,” I said with poison in my voice. The truth was that even if all the fame was to blame for my need to get away, the day I heard the news that him and that bitchy model were engaged, my world collapsed. He stepped closer and put his hands on my hips.
“Cass...” he said slowly and looked into my eyes. I shoved his hands away angrily and stormed out of the kitchen into the garden. The wind had picked up now and blew my hat away. I stood there watching it as it flew over the nearby cliff and briefly contemplated following suit. He had followed me and grabbed my arms again. I broke free from his grasp one more time and held my hands up towards him.
“No, Harry, do not touch me! You have no right to do that anymore. I was yours through all of it, the bullshit, the paparazzi, the sneaking around, but this??? A fucking marriage? I will not stand idly by and wait for you until you stop ruining our relationship!” I screamed at him over all the wind. His eyes were sad and his shoulders hunched while he looked at me intensely. Tears were forming in mine again and I started pacing up and down.
“I don't even know why you thought you would be the one to save me this time! My heart almost stopped when I heard your voice, and I wanted to run into your arms so badly, but then I remembered what you did and that all the love I had for you, you just kept throwing right into my face! I thought you loved me!” I screamed and stepped closer to him.
“She was pregnant, alright!” Harry finally decided to say something, screaming it at me with the same volume that I was screaming at him. My face went from angry to shocked in a millisecond and my mouth fell open.
“Pregnant... was?” I repeated, my voice feeble and hoarse. He nodded and put his arm on mine again. This time, I let him.
“We didn't try to have a baby, it was an accident. I'm so sorry, Cass, I wanted to tell you, but you were already gone when I wanted to,” he said softly and I looked at him again, speechless.
“Abortion was absolutely no alternative, and so I did the right thing and asked her to marry me. I didn't want to be one of those fathers who's not around, Cassie,” he continued. I was still staring at him. His fingers brushed up and down my arm and he brought me closer to his body. “But then I heard you were gone... and I realised... the only woman I would ever want to be with for the rest of my life is you. And that I finally had to think for once before deciding about my love life. So I broke off the engagement. I promised her to be there, though. But I wasn't in love with her anymore. She was so furious...,” he trailed off and his look fell over my shoulder.
“Is that your Oscar that is half-buried under the plants there?” he suddenly asked and chuckled. I blinked and got out of my daze.
“Yeah, it is, but that's not important. What happened then?” I asked, urging him to continue with his story. He took a deep sigh.
“Turns out, she had lost the baby early on in the pregnancy, but was still convinced she was with child. Hysterical pregnancy they call it, it's some sort of mental disorder. She wanted to be with me so badly that she thought it was the only way I'd ever stay with her,” he said and we locked eyes again.
“That poor thing,” was my first reaction and his brows shot up in surprise. “I did a few courses on psychoanalysis, I know about this, okay? It's no laughing matter,” I explained and he nodded.
“True, she's checked herself in to a mental facility since. And released a statement. We're obviously not together anymore. Which you would know hadn't you vanished off the face of the earth,” he completed his story.
“It's only Cornwall, for fuck's sake!” I exclaimed and rolled my eyes. He grinned at me happily.
“Does that mean I'm forgiven?” he asked cheekily. I nudged his arm playfully and smiled a crooked smile.
“I'm still mad at you, although I know it's not your fault. But you could have told me sooner,” I said and he pulled me closer, so that our bodies were touching. I looked up at him and he stroked a strand of hair out my face.
“And I'm sorry for that,” he said huskily and cupped his hand around my cheek. “I still love you with all my heart, and I want to be with you. For real. There is nothing left standing in our way, Cassie,” he said and my knees got weak. I tried to smile but failed miserably at it. “Cassie?” he asked, desperation in his voice.
“You're not the only reason I'm here, Harry. I just... I couldn't do it anymore. The people, the flashes, the noise... I hate being famous,” I said. “I love what I do, but the celebrity side of it all is tearing me apart... being with you, it would get so much worse...” I trailed off, looking into his eyes pleadingly. I expected him to reply, but he surprised me by bringing his mouth onto mine and giving me a long and deep kiss. I sighed contently while my arms locked around his neck, pushing him closer. His soft lips lingered on mine and I inhaled his typical Harry-scent. We broke free and he looked at me dreamily.
“Tell me again that you don't want to do this,” he said and gestured at the two of us. The kiss had reminded me of my never-ending passion for him and how my body reacted to his touch. I was like a flower and he was the sun. I needed him to survive.
“Oh, fuck it,” I said after a moment of silence and jumped at him, locking my legs around his waist and connecting my mouth to his. He reacted immediately and supported me by my bum while carrying me inside. He threw us on the bed and kept kissing me senseless. This was it. The real deal. Harry and I. I never wanted him to stop. After all those years, I knew that this was something I wasn't willing to be without a simple second longer.
Harry's hands travelled across my body and his hot flesh was pressed against mine. It still wasn't enough, I wanted to be covered in Harry, even though that sounded slightly gross. I was just so happy that we were finally in a good place.
“I love you, Cassie,” he broke free from my mouth and looked deep into my eyes. I smiled happily.
“I love you too, Harry Styles. And I will for the rest of my life,” I confessed and he looked at me intensely.
“Come with me to a concert in a week?” he asked and I shot up a brow.
“Harry, I'm not sure if I'm ready to leave this place just yet,” I said honestly.
“Please, Cass, it's a charity concert in Regent's Park and I would really, really like you to be there,” he said and I sighed.
“Can we talk about this later, perhaps?” I said impatiently while grinding my crotch against his groin. I was longing for some sexy time, but he was just talking.
“I'll only fuck you if you promise to come to the concert,” he said in all honesty and my mouth fell agape. He pulled up a brow and shot me an expecting look.
“Alright, I'll come, I'll come. Now, can we please continue this?” I pleaded and he grinned happily before attacking my neck with kisses. I sighed and threw my head back in pleasure. Better.
Notes
thoughts? give it to me!PS: this is NOT the last chapter. I repeat: NOT the last chapter. I have one more already written, but after that, it might take a while for me to finish the remaining ones (planning on doing 2 more chapters + epilogue)
PPS: and although I really, really, really, REALLY appreciate your feedback, whining for updates probably won't make me write them faster, there's a lot going on in my life at the moment, and I need to sort things out first.
9/16/13