KINKY!; Goodbye✓

Hardin Scott // I Need You

"Where were you ?" Hardin asks me as soon as I enter his house. His jaw stiff and his eyes cold.

"I was helping my dad at the shop.. I told you that. why?" I say as I hang my coat up.

"Don't lie to me. Jace said he saw you with zed earlier!" He seethes harshly through his teeth.

"He stopped by at my dads workshop to get his tires changed and I couldn't exactly tell him no could I?" I ask rhetorically.

"Yes you could of!" He shouts and I flinch slightly at the harshness in his voice.

"Hardin, no I couldn't. It would of been bad for me to turn a customer down." I attempt to reason with him but it is no use "My dad would have been furious and you know that!".

"You are a liar. You're f*****g him aren't you? You can never keep your legs shut! You slut!" He shouts.

"HOW DARE YOU!?" I scream, tears pricking my eyes at his hurtful words. A weight grows in my chest and I bite my lip.

"Wait.. y/n, I didn't mean that." Hardins voice is softer now, realisation written on his face and regret in his eyes.

"You never f*****g do." I whisper, turning away from him. He stands silently and I walk away into another room. The thing with Hardin is that he has a awful mouth.. and a terribly temper. I know he is working on it though, for me.. which I appreciate so much.

The room I am in is painted a dark shade of grey, white furniture accompanying it, my idea of course. Hardin wanted the room to be all dark, dark furniture, dark walls. I know how he thinks and I know that the colours are just mirroring his mood, so when he asked for my opinion I decided to brighten it up for him, so that no matter how he felt, there was almost some light amongst the darkness.

I bring my hands up and wipe my face, it soaked from my tears. I'm not a slut, Hardin is the only person I have ever slept with- ever done anything with for that matter!!

In my daze I didn't even notice that Hardin had entered the room until his arms snuck around my waist and his face was buried in the crook of my neck.

"I'm sorry. I hate seeing you cry." He says, his voice muffled from my neck "Especially if it is because of me..." the last part to his sentence is barely audible.

I shake my head slightly, I always forgive him. Over and over and over.. I feel like we are just in this continuous loop of hatred, love and lust. When everything is good between us it is great but when it's bad it's awful.. we can never find our balance between the two and it's like walking on glass.

"This needs to stop, Hardin. The name calling, the outbursts of anger.. and you not trusting me. Because if there is no trust in our relationship there is nothing" my voice cracks towards the end of what I was saying from my crying and he looks up at me from my neck, nodding softly.

"I promise, baby. I won't do that again, it's just so hard trying to control it." And by 'it' he meant his rage, which I completely understand. "Just one last chance, y/n/n.. please" He begs and I just can't find it in me to say no.

He swipes some of my hair from in front of my face to behind my ear and I smile, taking in a deep breath and exhaling quietly.

"Okay. One last chance." I gently grab both of his cheeks in my hands and pull his face to mine, crashing my lips onto his in a forgiving and love filled kiss.

Hardin is my everything...

I just really hope that I am his.