So this is my first fic and I'm kinda nervous about it. Well, I say my first fic, I've written about 4 but didn't publish them because I wanted to make sure the first one I put out was reflective of what I felt my writing could be like. I'm still not sure if I'm really happy with this but hopefully I'll get better with time. I really like the idea I have for this one so here goes nothing.
Ally
I took a moment to breath it all in.
I stood there, my back facing the huge wall-sized windows lining the edge of the apartment, and stared at Trish and I's new home, drinking in every single detail; basking in the glory of it.
The soft cream carpet; the dark red walls; the, rather modest, black and white marble kitchen; the huge TV; the dark black couch; the two doors leading into each of our rooms; and of course the beautiful view of Miami's skyline. It was beyond my wildest dreams.
And the best part?
It was ours.
All that time and effort put into saving for a new place, all those cost cutting meals and the charity-shop clothes shopping had finally paid off: we owned every single inch of this apartment.
I felt a huge weight off my shoulders: no more worrying about being shot in my old apartment's bad neighbourhood, no more wondering if I would have to ask my parents for housing and look like pathetic failure, no more realistic ideas of becoming a stripper to make ends meat while saving for the house.
I shivered at the idea.
But it was okay. Cause that didn't have to happen, Trish and I got the money together and we had enough money put away to keep us here for a while.
"Finally finished." I sighed, slumping onto the couch.
"I know, I never want to unpack a box ever again." Trish moaned, flopping down beside me.
I scoffed: Trish liked to believe she did work but she had this tendency to exaggerate her labour efforts. Translation - she unpacked like 2 boxes and spent the rest of the time reading a magazine while I organised the furniture and decorations.
"What're you talking about? You did practically nothing! God knows how hard it is gonna be living with you." I said mockingly, with a grin plastered across my face. I didn't care about how hard it would be to be honest, we'd been through the worst bit and now I got to go through whatever comes next with my best friend.
"Too late to back out now." She retorted and we both chuckled. "Okay fine. How about you stay here and put your feet up and I'll go get us some groceries? I mean who knows, maybe there's a job opening down there." She said, getting up and putting her shoes on, which, might I add, were nicely placed on the shoe rack I built not three hours ago.
"Trish! I thought you had a job!?" I said, semi-scared that she already wouldn't be able to make rent, however also semi-jokingly, as I knew that counting on her to have dependable income was risky business.
God help me.
"Yeah turns out the pet shop wasn't my calling. Plus it made me stink of wet dog which didn't help at the night club scene." She said, putting her coat on and grabbing her keys. "Which reminds me, tomorrow night, you and me, scoping out that new night club on 6th for some talent. We'll celebrate getting the apartment and you getting that new job." She exclaimed, pointing her finger at me.
"You got it. T-Rose and the Ally-gator gonna 'Hit tha town!'" I shouted, lazily pointing back at her while lying on the couch with a smile.
"You're such a dork." She said giggling And just like that, she was gone.
I continued to admire our apartment from the comfort of the couch. The large windows behind the TV almost made me feel like watching TV would be wrong, considering the breathtaking view beyond it. Although, who am I kidding? I'm not gonna pretend like binging on crappy television isn't something I both thoroughly enjoy and would part-take in over admiring a gorgeous view any day.
I grabbed the remote off of the coffee table, which was, admittedly, a straining activity, and started flicking through channels. I was absent mindedly clicking buttons, not really caring about what I watched as long as it didn't make me think, when I stumbled across America's Next Top Model.
Jackpot.
I sat watching the pretty tragic TV show (which mainly consisted of girls complaining about their hair being cut and having to walk in heels) for about 20 minutes until I heard a knock at the door.
'Dammit Trish!' I thought to myself, accepting that it was most likely the short Latina girl. Knowing her, she would have gotten half way to the grocery store, realised she didn't have any money, came back home and would ask me for money.
I lazily got up off the couch and stumbled over to the door, turning the latch and swinging it open.
But when I opened the door it definitely wasn't Trish.
Tall.
Blonde.
Muscular.
And no doubt the sexiest guy I'd ever seen.
"Hi there." The hunk said, holding his arm up in a static wave. Those arms were impressive; they filled the black and white T-shirt he was wearing.
"Hi." I said, in an almost inaudible volume.
"I'm Austin, from apartment 20 upstairs. I saw you and another girl moving in here this morning and wanted to come by and welcome you into the building." He said with a huge grin, holding up a bottle of wine.
Considerate and has wine on tap. Round of applause for Austin.
"That's so nice." I smiled at him, "It's nice to meet you Austin, I'm Ally. Come on in, I'll get some glasses." I said with a huge grin. It dawned on me at this point that he had said nothing about wanting to come in and for all I knew that bottle of wine was for his girlfriend that he was on his way to see. Luckily my doubts were thwarted when I saw him put the wine bottle on the counter and start opening it.
"I'm glad you're accepting towards the idea of the wine, my room mate said the idea was too forward." Austin said, as he easily unscrewed the cap.
"Are you kidding? If you come with wine, you're welcome in apartment 15 any time." I said as I placed the glasses on the counter.
"Hey, that was a rhyme." He said, brightly.
We both laughed when we looked at each other in amusement after we realised that was another rhyme.
As I started to pour the wine for us both I brought up the notion of the room mate. "So did you're room mate decide Trish and I weren't worth meeting?" I asked. Although what I really wanted to ask was, 'Is it a girl and are you screwing her?', not that I thought either answer would stop me from having a little fun with him tonight.
"Dez headed out to get groceries." He answered, picking up his wine glass.
"Funny, that's where Trish went." I said as I flopped onto the couch next to where Austin had already sat down.
"So, tell me about yourself, who is Miss Ally..." He said, gesturing for me to fill in the gap.
"Dawson." I replied.
"Ally Dawson. Nice name." He said with a warm smile.
My knees felt slightly weak.
"Yeah so tell me why'd you move here? How old are you? Where do you work? When did you have your first kiss? What's your boyfriend's name?" He asked, excitedly but only showing a smirk.
"Well, Mr. ..."
"Moon."
"Mr. Moon, ummm I moved here because of wanting to get out of the shit hole I was living in before. I'm 22 years old. I recently got a new job actually, but beforehand I worked in a school. I had my first kiss when I was 12, and it was horrible by the way, I completely missed his mouth and ended up making out with his chin." I giggled slightly ashamed.
He giggled as well.
Wow.
I took another second to remember his last question.
"Oh and I don't actually have a boyfriend." I sighed.
Austin
I inwardly punched my fist in the air.
This girl. This. Girl. This extraordinarily pretty, funny, sexy girl was single.
I took a moment to drink all this in, to drink her in.
I looked at her, I mean really looked at her, because I mean... look at her.
I saw her high wasted denim jeans and remembered the way they made her ass look sexy as hell when she walked away from me to get the glasses.
I saw her brown beautiful orbs that looked like pools of chocolate that I just wanted to swim in.
I saw her amazing chestnut hair with ombre highlights and loved how the locks fanned out over her shoulders, making her look so sexy.
I saw her slightly loose grey jumper and liked the way that it made her look slightly innocent, but cropped up slightly whenever she moved, making her look anything but.
Wow.
Obviously I tried to play it cool and picked up on a different point that she'd just mentioned, not wanting to sound desperate.
"You're 22? Does this mean it's a perfect night? Do you gotta have me?" I said sipping my wine and smirking, trying to seem cooler than what I just said.
Play it cool.
Moron.
Ally
"Wow, referencing Taylor Swift. I think you need to step up your game a bit, biatch!" I said, suddenly shaking my head quickly realising what I said, "Sorry," I shyly spoke looking up at him, "I get a bit ghetto when I'm tipsy." I then realised I'd finished my wine and started blushing.
Please don't think I'm an alcoholic.
"What do you sound like when you're full on drunk?" He asked with a signature smirk and a small chuckle.
"Jamaican."
We both erupted into fits of laughter.
Austin shuffled up to me on the couch, closing the gap between us slightly. Our knees were now knocking as we sat cross-legged, staring at each other and casually chatting. It felt much more intimate.
After about 40 minutes we learnt more stuff about each other. Austin was 23 and had also graduated early from college, he'd been living here for 2 years, he was also single (inward high five) and we both learnt we were pretty hungry - it was 8:30 after all. We agreed that neither of us wanted to or could cook, as we were lazy and didn't have any food in either house.
Where was Trish?
Eh, she'll be fine, she can definitely handle herself. If she was in a fight with a tiger... I'd feel sorry for the feline creature.
"Let's order pizza!" Austin said with a huge smile and pleading eyes. He'd gone from sex god to adorable puppy in 0.3 seconds.
I was pretty certain he was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen in my whole entire life.
"We should totally order pizza!" I said excitedly, as we both bounced on the sofa in tandem. Take-out pizza had been a pipe dream for me the last couple years: it was too expensive, not what was needed for making the money to get a new house. Now though, I had some money and could afford to be a little laid back.
Bliss.
Austin got up and grabbed my landline phone from the counter. "I know a place." He assured me.
"Cool I'll get my purse." I said, rushing over to my room passed Austin.
Or at least I would have gone past Austin, but he grabbed me from behind with one hand around my waist and held me tight, flush against his front. I was glad he couldn't see the massive blush on my face as I could feel his body heat radiate my small form.
"Hi, yes this is Austin, I'd like to order a large pepperoni pizza please. Yeah Austin from apartment 20, although this time deliver it to apartment 15. Yes go ahead and put it on my tab. Thanks." He said, hanging up, somehow knowing my favourite pizza topping.
He was still holding me and I could feel his hot breath down my neck.
His breath was a little shaky, like I could tell he was nervous. But his nerves seemed to evade him when he slowly pushed my hair to one side and ran his soft lips and nose up and down my neck.
I jumped a little when he slowly wrapped another arm around my waist and suddenly my breath was shaky and uneven too. I was just getting used to the feeling - the amazing, sensual feeling - when he spun me around suddenly, grabbing my wrists and pulling them around his neck, so I was resting on him. I started getting a tingling feeling between my legs.
"You know," he said, "you should let yourself be treated a little bit, even if it is only pizza."
I could barely breath. His voice was hushed and deep as he stared into my eyes. He started switching his gaze from my eyes to my lips and grasped me firmly with both hands around my waist. I responded and wrapped my arms more firmly around his neck.
He started leaning in and my eyes began to flutter shut, but remained slightly open.
"And why's that?" I asked in a hushed tone, as he was no more than an inch away. I could almost feel his lips on my own. His plump, red, hungry lips.
Whatever dream I'm in, don't wake me up just yet.
Or ever.
"Because otherwise how am I supposed to impress you?" He said, laughing. And just as he started to lean in more, he edged back rapidly, escaping out of my grasp and turning so his back was facing me while he walked to the kitchen. I recoiled at the lack of intimacy, my body suddenly feeling like it was empty, but wasn't too disheartened because I knew that he couldn't resist having that feeling again at some point in the night.
I really hoped he couldn't resist.
He walked over to the fridge and grabbed the wine, pouring us another glass each.
"Okay, time for some more risqué questions." He teased with a massive grin.
"Alright, if you think you can handle it." I retorted, leaning on the other side of the counter, my boobs accentuated by the stance, which Austin duly noted. I should have been slightly offended by the lingering stare, but when I looked up at Austin's face, him still holding his gaze on my chest, I knew it wouldn't have meant anything. Plus I kinda liked it.
Plus I kinda really liked it.
He eventually shook his trance and leaned in close over the counter, but not as close as before, just so that I could stare into his eyes and still remember where I was. "How many sexual partners have you had?" He asked with a smug look.
"3." I answered, looking him straight in the eye, showing him I was up to the challenge of his question. "And you?" I asked as smugly as he'd done prior.
"10." He said proudly, although avoiding eye contact.
I gasped. "10? 10? 10? You man whore!"
"Hey come on now. Only like 4 of them were one night stands..."
I folded my arms.
"5..."
I stared at him with an eyebrow raised.
"Okay over half of them were one night stands, but two of them were at the same time."
"Oh my god! You sleezy little shit." I said with a shocked smile. I was shocked, I was, but I did kind of understand it: He was good looking, nice, funny and sweet but also kind of not sweet. Plus he was quite charming and made me feel special.
The fact that he had been with 10 girls did kind of bother me, though. I mean, was I just gonna be another one to add to the tally? The notion made me start to doubt whether any of the flirting was actually personal, or whether he was just looking for an easy fuck and was using cheap tricks he'd used on the other girls. Maybe he made all girls feel special, meaning none of them actually were. I mean for god's sake, he didn't even leave his own building to get me, surely he just wanted something easy... right?
I guess my worry appeared on my face since Austin clocked on and held my chin, bringing my head up so I was looking at him in the eye.
He stared at me. Really stared at me, like he wasn't trying to talk to me, but trying to convince me.
"I went through a bad break up. A really bad break up. Honestly ask Dez, he'll tell you about how bad I was. Random women became my outlet for the anger. It was stupid, really stupid and I ended up feeling worse than I did during the break up. But that was years ago. Now I know that doesn't help anything." He said seriously, constantly switching his gaze between my eyes. I realised that what I was wanting to do - to stay distant while being intimate - could never work. I learnt that the idea of 'distance while being intimate' is a paradox, it means you'll just end up running around in circles of discontent and unhappiness, never moving on, never being truly happy, never achieving anything. So I stopped sleeping around with random girls." He looked down at his hands that were now picking at each other on the counter.
I knew that he didn't tell a lot of people that. His passionate nature in his speech was one of spontaneity, like it had never been rehearsed. I felt endeared and I liked that.
"Why did you ask the question if you knew you might have to answer about something you weren't proud of?" I asked curious but also timid, not wanting to offend him: it'd obviously taken a lot of courage to reveal himself like that to a practical stranger.
"Because you're never proud of everything you are Ally. Even though you can choose which window of a house you show someone, once someone gets inside the crap's all the same." He said smiling and laughing, standing up straight and widening the gap between us. "How poetic." He smiled, taking a sip of wine.
It was.
"Okay, okay. Show me another window to your crap." I paused, thinking of an appropriate question. "When did you lose your virginity?" I asked smugly, taking a sip of wine.
"16." He replied, smirking.
I nodded for him to expand.
"It was with a college girl. She was my sister's friend who came back with her during spring break. She was hot, really hot, but dumb as a sack of bricks. My horny teenage mind couldn't really comprehend the idea of a college chick being into me, so I didn't really care about her intelligence."
I shook my head at his promiscuity.
He laughed.
"She said, and I quote, that I 'rocked her world'." He stated, folding his arms and leaning back.
"And what about you?" He asked inquisitively.
"16."
"Pray tell."
"I was with my boyfriend of 8 months, Dallas. We both decided we wanted to do it after a while of contemplating, to try it out more than anything."
"Good first time?" He asked, almost concerned.
"Shit, completely shit." I answered laughing. We both chuckled. "He lasted about 30 seconds and couldn't even make me cum. He actually couldn't any of the times we were together." I said staring into my wine glass while swirling the contents around.
I could see the information being processed by Austin when I looked up as his face almost melted into disbelief.
"He never made you cum?!" Austin asked, completely and utterly shocked.
"Yeah, so? It's not that shocking." I replied nonchalantly.
Austin scoffed. "Ummmmm... Yeah it is!" He spat, wide eyed.
"Not really - none of the guys I've been with have been able to." I said, batting my eyes lids and taking a sip of wine.
Austin's mouth dropped to the floor and he seemed to slip a bit, rolling his hips behind the counter as his upper body moved on the counter.
"Ally, so you've... you've never...?"
"Not by anyone else, no." I answered innocently.
Austin
I couldn't believe those bastards.
Those. Bastards.
This girl was beyond my wildest dreams and I knew she deserved to be treated right. Or treated wrong.
Very wrong.
I just wanted to grab her and take her right there on the counter. I wanted to crush my lips to hers and fuck her till she found her nirvana. I wanted to show her the best time of her life over and over again. I wanted her.
Scratch that.
I needed her.
And that's what I would've done if I didn't hear a knock on the door.
"Pizza delivery."
Right, shit yeah, food. I guess I'd have to show her a good time in a little while.
Ally
I walked over to the door and opened it, glad I didn't have to pay him since Austin had a tab. I was surprised when I saw a rather handsome looking guy hand me the pizza. He was tanned, with soft brown hair that swept across his forehead. He was handsome, although not nearly as handsome as Austin.
No where near.
Not even close.
He not-so-subtly stared me down as he handed me the pizza box and suddenly I felt uncomfortable. Forget handsome this guy was actually just creepy. He put his arm up against the door frame and got pretty up close and personal to me, so our foreheads were no more than an inch away from each other.
"So babe, did you order some company with that pizza or are you just gonna get it for free?" He said winking and licking his teeth.
Yuck.
I felt a warm arm wrap around my waist, pulling me tightly into its owner's body.
"I think she's good dude." Austin replied for me, nonchalantly. "Wouldn't you say so Ally?" He asked, looking down at me with a smug smile.
Austin was suddenly the one who was up close and personal with me, while Mr. Yuck had left the immediate vicinity.
"Yeah I'm good, thanks." I almost whispered, getting lost in his eyes.
His dark brown eyes.
Suddenly Austin slammed the door, not paying any attention to the pizza delivery guy.
He grabbed the pizza out of my hand and chucked it on the nearby counter while pushing me against the door.
Suddenly our foreheads were the ones that were close.
"You weren't attracted to him were you?" He asked, rubbing his nose against mine slightly while placing one hand above me against the door.
I couldn't speak. His presence threw me off guard and all that I could handle was a frantic head shake.
"Good. Because I really like you... and I was hoping I could take you where no man has taken you before." He said, with a hint of a question in his voice.
My knees locked as I felt a pool form in my underwear.
"But that can't really happen if a pizza delivery guy is in the way." He said, eye fucking me.
My breath hitched as I started to feel him slowly rock his hips against mine and grab my waist.
I knew what he meant. I knew he was talking about making me cum. But fuck he could have said he was taking me to Disneyland and I wouldn't have given a shit, I just wanted him in any way I could get him.
Forget MDMA, forget heroine, forget weed, Austin Moon was the best fucking drug there was.
And I had a horrendous addiction.
"That's a bit blunt don't you think?" I asked as my eyes fluttered shut against his head. I could feel his lips lightly brush against mine.
Holy. Fuck.
"No." He said shaking his forehead against my own. "This would be blunt."
And suddenly he crushed his lips to mine, sending impulses through my body that I honestly thought could have made me fly. He was smiling into the kiss and I sincerely hoped he couldn't hear the rapid beat of my heart.
He traced his tongue along my lower lip, pleading for entrance.
Entrance granted.
Soon his tongue stopped attacking my own and moved lower down to my neck. His soft nose rubs were a juxtaposition to his angry bites along my collar bone which were both driving me crazy.
Somehow I'd forgotten how to breath, but I didn't really care. If breathing meant no Austin Moon then breathing meant nothing to me.
I was barely able to register what was going on when he grabbed both my legs and hoisted me up, me retaliating by wrapping my legs around his waist.
"Ally – I... we... bedroom – now." He breathed in between kisses into my mouth.
His lips returned to mine and he blindly carried me to the doors in urgency.
"The left." I groaned and let out a helpless mewl as he nodded urgently and started sucking on my neck.
We crashed onto the bed and I urgently sat up and tore his T-shirt off.
Sweet perfectly-toned Jesus.
Did he live at a gym?
I traced every ab with my tongue, savouring his taste, noting that they did indeed taste as good as they looked.
I heard him groan as he grabbed my hair and grip it slightly.
"Fuck, baby." He moaned.
I looked up and saw his face tightly scrunched up, almost as if he was in pain. It was at that point that I noticed the tent in his pants.
Wow.
I mean fuck me, boy scouts could have camped under there.
Fuck Me. Boy scouts could have camped in there.
"You hurting down there big boy?" I said innocently smiling up at him and pressed my hands into his bulge, palming him through his jeans.
He sucked in air through clenched teeth as he nodded desperately with his eyes closed.
"Let me help you out there." I teased, unzipping his pants and pushing down his boxers, revealing what could only be described as a girl's dream.
A girl's wet dream.
He got better and better and I sincerely hoped that that trend continued throughout the night.
I grabbed his shaft and started stroking him, resulting in Austin groaning in an almost animalistic fashion. He responded by grabbing my hair and pulling me into an almighty kiss, simultaneously taking off my T-shirt and pants and chucking them across the room.
The puddle between my legs could now only be described as a waterfall.
I was drenched.
Suddenly he grabbed me and lay me down on the bed, forcing me to release my grip on his member.
"Tonight's about you Ally. I want you to enjoy this. Enjoy it like you deserve to." He whispered in my ear, licking it slightly.
My breath hitched in my throat: I knew it was going to be good.
I knew it was going to be mind-fuckingly amazing.
He unhooked my bra in a swift flick with one hand, discarding the attire somewhere around the room and immediately attacked my nipples, pinching one and sucking on the other. A wave of pleasure was sent coursing through my veins as my hips bucked underneath him.
He worked his way down, tracing his tongue along my stomach slowly, finally reaching his destination.
Oh shit.
He bit down on my underwear and tore them down my legs with his teeth. Growling like a beast.
A really sexy beast.
"Wait!" I exclaimed.
"Do you want to stop?!" He asked with a worried expression, almost getting up. "Sorry I shouldn't have taken advantage of you, Ally." He said concerned. "It's just I really wanted you to... I really wanted to show you that... I really wanted you." He blurted out, lost for words.
He was caring as well.
I'm done. I'm so fucking done.
"No, no. No." I paused, showing that I really wanted him too. "I definitely don't want you to stop. It's just that... well... no one's ever done that before." I said shyly. "I'm not sure if I'll like it." I avoided his gaze, embarrassed slightly.
His face looked shocked again.
"Ally, you've been with 3 ass holes. 3 inconsiderate jackasses." He said with a dead stare. "Let me show you, please. Let me show you how good you can feel." He pleaded.
I nodded my head slowly as my breath hitched. The fact that he wanted to make me feel good. Could he get any hotter?
Suddenly I felt a tingle between my thighs and I realised it was Austin's finger. He slowly motioned it in and out, sending me into a whole new world of pleasure.
"You're so wet baby. Is that for me?" He asked teasingly.
All I could manage was a mewl in response along with a desperate nod as he shoved another digit in me. I shuffled slightly, my hips rising, and erupted in a high-pitched moan as he sped up.
"Good girl." He smirked.
Anyone would think I was being tortured in here, but Austin and I knew I was being anything but.
Soon I felt a third digit and, before I could process it, I could feel his tongue on me.
In me.
He was a gift that kept on giving.
His tongue darted in and out of my pussy, making sweet, soft licks. Meanwhile his hands massaged my boobs in rough circles and every so often hitting them lightly.
All of a sudden he reappeared from in between my legs and looked up at me.
"Ally – I... I – really want to carry on but-" Austin groaned.
"Austin." I whispered, knowing what he meant.
"Yeah?" He said, looking up concerned.
I grabbed his hair and pulled him close so I was next to his ear, "Go ahead. Make me forget those 3 selfish bastards. Make me forget the pizza guy. Fuck Austin, make me forget my own name." I whispered desperately.
And soon I could feel his member at my entrance, teasing me as it brushed up against my fold. But I was left feeling empty when it didn't enter.
"Shit. Condom." He worried, looking up at me.
"Don't worry, I'm on the pill." I assured him, grinding my hips against him, needing friction.
And before I knew it he was inside me.
Inside. Me.
He growled as he kissed my neck and plunged in and out of me, our hips rocking in tandem.
I was already so close and he'd just started.
Props to Austin.
I could tell that he was close too, judging by his urgent moans.
"Is that... the- best you can do?" I teased in between gasps.
I could feel him smirk against my lips and felt a sharp sting on my ass as he spanked me, hard enough to make me mewl. I smiled up at him as he raised his eyebrows in cockiness.
Jesus Christ he was good.
"That's it baby, be a good little girl. God you're so tight." He almost screamed.
He continued plunging into me and we were both reaching our peak, knowing that he was about to achieve what he had set out for.
"Cum with me Ally. Please baby, cum with me." He pleaded, sounding desperate while staring into my eyes and rubbing circles against my clit with his hand.
He slowly pulled out of me, using all his willpower, and rammed into me again, filling me to my very core. My hands gripped his hair tightly whilst he groaned my name.
"Fuck me, baby." I whaled, meaning every word.
And suddenly my vision went white and all I knew was Austin Moon.
We rode out our orgasms in tandem, screaming in pure heaven, although the noises emulated fiery pits of hell.
I felt the waves of my orgasm ride through my body and felt Austin's warm seed inside me, trickling inside my core.
He kissed my forehead lightly while smiling and slowly rolled off me, looking tired and sweaty, as well as so, so sexy.
I rolled over so that I was facing him, while his hand fiddled with my long locks of hair.
"I hope I showed you some sense, Ally." He whispered out of breath.
"Who's Ally?" I breathed in reply, smirking against his lips.
We both laughed though slightly out of breath and shut our eyes.
"Thank you, Austin." I whispered.
"Thank you, Ally." He replied, wrapping his arm around me.
We both drifted off to sleep...
Blissfully unaware and too happy to care.
…
The next morning I woke up to emptiness. Emptiness entailing the lack of a certain blonde in my bed as well as the void feeling in my stomach that followed.
I looked around frantically, searching for a mop of blonde hair and a toned muscular body, but alas, they were nowhere to be found.
I surge of emotions ran through my body all at once, leaving me unaware of which ones I was experiencing.
Anger.
Hurt.
Regret.
Vulnerability.
Embarrassment.
He just left? I had the best sex of my life and he just left!?
That dick.
But that dick.
"No, focus Ally, you hate him!" I scolded myself.
That speech. That bullshit speech about him having changed and not using women.
I was such an idiot.
I heard the door latch sound and quickly put on my underwear and a long T-shirt, rushing out to see who was there.
"Hey Ally." Trish beamed as she entered the house, almost looking too cheerful for... 7am!
Holy shit I had work in an hour! Fuck this day was getting worse and worse by the second.
It suddenly dawned on me that Trish was returning now from a trip to the grocery store she started yesterday. She had some explaining to do.
"Trish, where were you last night!?" I asked, panicked, although with Austin and my job to worry about, where she was last night was actually the least of my concerns.
"I ran into a really cute red head named Dez at the grocery store. We went out for coffee and really hit it off. And you'll never believe it." She said excited.
Oh I'm pretty sure I was. Even so, what are the odds of two hook ups occurring between two sets of room mates on the same night.
"He lives upstairs!" She burst out laughing. "It was so funny, we spent 20 minutes trying to decide who's place to go to, when we realised that we were basically going to the same place!" She giggled.
After she recovered from her fits of laughter she eyed me up and down whilst I prepared my breakfast by searching for some food, most likely noticing my lack of clothes and my messy hair.
"Looks like you got lucky last night as well." She said laughing to herself, most likely at the notion that I slept with someone. Innocent little Ally Dawson having sex with someone.
The horror.
I'm not innocent; I think last night proved that. But out of Trish and I, I was considered to be the more... reserved room mate. I was much less likely to bring a guy back with me from a night out, but that doesn't mean it never happens. I do have one night stands.
...Apparently.
Dick.
"As a matter of fact I did get some action last night." I said, slightly peeved as if I were angry about it.
I was.
"WHAT!?" Trish screamed.
"Yes I slept with someone. I slept with the room mate of the person you slept with - Austin. The guy upstairs that you probably saw when you were leaving the apartment." It dawned on me at that moment that I would most likely see him again around the building.
Shit.
Nice move Ally.
"I didn't see anyone apart from Dez. But that's not the point, I mean...NO WAY!" Trish said with a shocked expression which I duly ignored, still frantically trying to find some food.
"Yes way." I spat. "God dammit Trish! You were supposed to get groceries! We don't have any food." I shouted slamming the last cupboard door and staring at her, folding my arms.
"Yeah sorry... I – we got a little... distracted." She said quitely giggling and looking down at the floor. "But I did manage to get a job!" She beamed, proud.
"Good." I sighed, finally some relief. "Okay you need to keep this one. We will be out of this house in no time if you don't start bringing in some income." I said sternly.
She nodded, agreeing.
I checked in the fridge hoping there was some milk or something that I could consume to get me partially ready for the day.
The first day at my new job.
Shit.
When I looked in the fridge I was surprised. I saw a plate, filled up with a batch of freshly cooked pancakes and a note on top.
Sorry, duty calls and you looked too peaceful to wake. Saw that Trish hadn't come back and I wanted to make sure you had some food for you first day at work; good luck, I'm sure you'll do great.
P.S. Thanks for last night.
Or should you be thanking me? ;)
P.P.S. We should do this again. We should do that again. You know where I am xxx
-Austin xox
He does care.
It wasn't just a one night stand.
He wants to do that again.
This morning just became the best one of my life.
Pancakes and an amazing note = perfect morning.
I gobbled up the pancakes and quickly exchanged some details with Trish about last night, followed by showering and getting dressed.
Soon enough I was out the door on my way to work, Trish shouting at me, "Good luck, and remember, new club - 8 o'clock at the venue."
"Okay." I shouted in reply, running down the hall.
…
8:01am
The elevator doors split open and I was awestruck by the huge, glass pannelled, people filled, marble pillar supported, office floor. It was amazing. There were desks everywhere, dark oak desks everywhere. And the huge window wall facing out into the street meant the whole room was beautifully lit. The marble pillars situated at measured intervals along the floor gave the area a rather mature feeling.
It was really something this place.
Then again I suppose it had to be.
The company I was now working for, subject to contract signature at 8:05, was called OpsCorp. It's main trade is maximising the potential use of data and then providing the information to businesses and stock markets so that shares can change accordingly. Effectively this office runs the economy.
No pressure.
I went over to the secretary placed to the right of the elevator and clocked in.
"Hi I'm Ally Dawson, here to finalise my job contract and start today." I said happily, because really, what reason did I have not to do so?
"Sure." She said with a chippy smile as she typed away on her computer.
This girl was the optimity of a secretary. Think of any secretary you've seen in any film. That's - I checked her name tag - Cassidy, for you. Blonde hair, ridiculously pretty, short black pencil skirt, tight fitting blouse and movie star make up? Check.
"Okay, so you need to go upstairs to the Board of Director's room. It's just up the stairs and it's the door in the middle." She smiled.
"Thanks." I replied.
I slowly walked round to the right, taking in the beauty of the office floor's architecture. The stairs wrapped around the room and led up to a large platform with a marble banister lining it, overlooking the rest of the floor.
I looked at each oak wood door and the golden plaque that read next to each one.
'Deputy Director's Office'
'Executive Director's Office'
'Board Of Director's Conference Room'
That was the one for me.
I knocked on the door and heard a ''Come in'' over the load conversations filling the air of the floor.
I slowly opened the door, letting the nerves wash over me slightly – excited but cautious to start this new job.
But I realised that I had very little reason to be nervous:
I was very well trained for my job from my math degree in statistics; I had already technically got the job as I was just finalising the contract; plus I really liked this place and it seemed like a nice environment.
It wasn't like I was gonna have to fight a bear or sleep with the boss to get the job. All I had to do was put a pen to a piece of paper and I'd be an employee.
Simple.
But as I walked in all my feelings of confidence escaped my body:
Because as I entered I was greeted by a very familiar form.
Blonde hair.
Tanned skin.
Big, beautiful brown eyes.
And suddenly the void feeling was back.
The emptiness arose again.
The day was no longer the best of my life.
It was once again, completely and utterly...
"Shit."
So this is normally the part where people ask for a review and a follow, and while that would still be really great and I'd really appreciate, I'm mainly just glad you bothered to read it to the end of the chapter. Thank you so so much xxx
Hopefully I should update by next Sunday but don't hold me to that. I'm doing my GCSEs right now and kinda need to revise for those... but eh who needs them anyway? Apparently not me.
Seriously thank you so so much.
P.S Super super stoked for Laura in The Vamps music video.
My heterosexuality is fading with each photo of her.