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He couldn't stop fucking thinking about her, and not just her fucking legs. But my god those fucking legs. But it was more than that. Everything she said surprised him. From her declaration of loving girl on girl porn to how she liked to read, actual fucking books, or how honest she was when she told him she thought he was fucking gorgeous and she didn't give a shit what anyone else thought of him. Every time she has said something astonishing, which was all the time, he wanted to kiss her, to fuck her, to fucking molest her. It was becoming insanity. He could barely fucking focus on anything but her. It wasn't fucking normal and he knew it. No one should obsess over another person this much. He knew that if he showed it he'd scare her, and that was the last thing he wanted. He needed to talk to Rich about how to cope with this, so he could focus on something else for a nano-second, but he couldn't. She still didn't want anybody to know. She told him flat out that it wasn't anything to do with him. That she wasn't ashamed of him. She said she was sick of everything being "so bloody publicized." Her last public relationship hadn't ended well. She said she didn't want to hear what people would say about her. That led to a fight, their first fight.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" he yelled defensively sitting up on the bed in his van. Mini was sitting against the side of the van. She was only wearing that tiny gray cotton dress that didn't even cover her breasts. She'd worn about three layers under it, which had been a fucking pain to remove.
"It means exactly what I fucking said. I don't want to hear what people have to say about me. About us. They're all full of shit." Mini responded refusing to look at him as she pulled her messy curls into a sloppy bun atop her head. When she pulled her arms up her nipples became visible making Alo lose his thought process for a second. They shouldn't. They're only tits. He'd seen loads, but every fucking inch of this girl drove him mad.
"You mean you don't want people to hear about you fucking a loser. How you're slumming it with trash!" He yelled, finally remembering why he was angry with her.
She crossed her arms over her knees and pulled them in, covering all her heavily distracting bits. This was the last time Alo would be grateful for her actually covering herself up. "That's not what I said," her right knee shook as she whined out her short response. She wasn't yelling anymore. She was trying to hold back tears.
"Well what then? I thought you said you didn't give a fuck what anyone thought of me," Alo said leaning back on his elbows look at her sharply, waiting for a response.
She slammed her eyes shut trying not to cry.
He crashed back on the bed with an exasperated sigh. He couldn't believe he fell for it. All the "I love you the way you are" and the "fuck everyone else, we're spectacular" and all the other bullshit. It was all a fucking joke. He fell for it all.
He turned his head at the sound of her whimper. She was crying into her knees. Her entire body shaking. That made him mad. At this point all his fucking concern for her well-being had left him, he wasn't going to fucking care for her if she didn't genuinely care for him. If she was using him as a confidence boost and a fuck.
"Oh Jesus fucking Christ Min, you can't just turn on the bloody waterworks to get out of an argument," he leaned back up on one elbow to face her. Shaking his head in disgust at just how manipulative she was.
"You think I'm faking crying so won't fucking be mad at me?" she got up screeching her words at him as tears continued to fall from her eyes. She quickly began grabbing every piece of her clothing she had scattered about the van, pulling on her gray and white striped cardigan over her arms in haste. She stepped into her black flats and opened up the back of the van, practically falling out in her hurry to get as far away from him as possible.
"Oh, fuck it!" Alo shouted hopping out of bed and chasing after her on the gravel road. Wincing every time his bare feet came in contact with a sharp rock, which was about every three seconds. "Mini! Mini! You can't walk all the way home!" She continued, ignoring his calls, picking up her pace. "Mini! Wait! I can't run after you on this road bare foot!" She again picked up her pace. "Mini, please."
She finally stopped, but didn't turn to face him. Oh fuck it, he thought as he limped the large distance between the two. He always forgot how she without fail responded to the word 'please.'
When he finally reached her she still had her back to him. "Mini, please, look at me." He softly pleaded.
She didn't know why, but she complied with his request. Who was she kidding? She knew exactly fucking why. She ran away because she wanted him to come after her. She wanted things to hit a point of severity with him and not seem unnecessarily vulnerable. She would never be able to quit fully controlling situations. Old habits die hard. Plus, he was a fucking boy, lord knows he wouldn't be able to handle this unless she led it along.
Only she wasn't fully in control anymore. Her emotions when she was around him were so intense it was hard to control what she said around him. It's why she found herself saying things she normally wouldn't say to anyone. It scared her. He intimidated her.
"What the fuck Alo? I try to be honest with you, to tell you how I'm actually feeling, how I'm frightened and you attack me! You attacked me like everyone else! How am I supposed to trust you, how am I supposed to feel safe around you? You're the one person I thought I could be myself around but –" she started sobbing, unable to speak. She wasn't controlling her actions at all anymore. She was vulnerable. Open. And breaking, right in front of him.
This should terrify Alo. It should scare him that a girl is breaking down in front of him because he used to think anything he would do would just fuck up the situation further, but not anymore, not with Mini.
He wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Her tiny body shaking into his bare chest. For the first time in his life he understands primal protective instincts. Yes he loves his parents and his dog and Rich, and by extension Grace but he never truly cared this much about anyone. He would do anything to make sure she's happy and healthy. He would die for her.
He held her tighter, praying to whatever was out there that they would help him calm her down.
She was so hurt. So incredibly hurt, and by him, but she still clung to him with everything she could because he was still there. He was there for her even though he had legitimate reason to be angry with her. Because he was perfect, and she was scum and she didn't know why he even gave her the time of day.
He looked down when he heard a muffled sound from his chest.
"What love?" he asked pulling slightly away from her.
"I said it's not you. It's really, truly, genuinely not about you, I don't know what I can tell you to make you believe that," she continued to cry as she spoke, "I'm really, really scared about what they'll say about me. Not that I'm slumming it because anyone that says that, I'll break their fucking neck. I'm scared of how they'll say I'm not good enough for you. I'm scared of how they'll tell me to stay away from you, and how I'll fuck you up. How I don't deserve you. How they don't want you to be another one of my social experiments. I'm just really, really scared okay?" She shouted the last bit and broke down sobbing again. Clutching him like the life support he is. Alo Creevey has become her rock. How the fuck did this happen?
"Oh for fuck's sake Min, I thought you didn't give a shit what people thought." Alo cursed at the sky. The clouds were starting to break up, letting the morning light through.
"About you!" She screeched jumping back, "I don't give a shit what people think about you but I care about what they think of me. They'll all tell you how shit I am and then you'll start to realize it and you'll hate me again." Mini didn't cling to him this time. She stood back wiping her tears. Her tears and sleep had removed all her make-up. She was standing there, in front of him. 100% Mini. Fears and all. It made her want to throw up, the fact that she was looking this weak in front of him.
"Jesus Min, I never hated you. Ever. Yeah, I thought you were a bitch but I didn't know you. But I fucking love you. I love you so fucking much. Yeah you're fucked up but so am I. And you're not shit at your center. You're good. You're really good, and I know that, and it took time for me to notice it but I did. I fucking love you McGuinness. You're the center of my universe, and nothing anybody can say is going to change that. Alright?" He was shouting, but it wasn't out of anger. It was out of passion and frustration stemming from said frustration. Mini wasn't scared that he was shouting. She was ashamed, ashamed that she'd ever doubted him.
"I love you too," she whimpered biting her lip and looking at him.
"Then will you please come back to the van so we can go back to sleep?" Alo asked gently, smiling ever so slightly hoping it would be reciprocated.
It was. She smiled and nodded wiping her eyes, and walking towards him, hugging him. Clutching his center for strength once again like it was some magical source of emotional strength and if she hugged him tight enough she'd be able to handle anything. He smiled and kissed the top of her head. She's calm and she's going to be okay, he reminded himself, trying to calm down. She's happy and she's still here.
Rex stared at them from the van with a concerned look on his face.
"I think we've upset him," Mini turned into him as they walked slowly towards the van in attempt to not destroy Alo's feet.
"He's worried about you, he doesn't like it when you cry, nor do I," Alo smiled down at her.
"Can we go get actual breakfast food after we wake up?" Mini asked finally returning to her normal voice.
"What m'lady wants, m'lady gets," Alo stated matter-of-factly as they shared a smile. She let out a quiet laugh as he kissed her head again.
He stood there, his head against the wall, waiting for her to walk in. She wouldn't let him drive her because she didn't want to raise suspicions. He couldn't be late, he had to keep his shit together now that his mum had let him back to college. But he wasn't going to class without seeing her.
Finally, in she came. All confidence and long legs. Jesus Fucking Christ.
She was wearing bright red high waisted shorts with gold buttons and these patterned fishnets, her feet in delicate blue suede ankle boots.
It took him a solid minute of staring at her legs to finally look up to her face. She was staring straight at him with a smirk on her face. She walked straight towards him pushing him hard against the wall. "Morning farm boy," she attacked his mouth with hers. It took him a moment to react but when he really came round he grabbed her hips instinctively pulling her towards him. He felt her tongue pushing mouth open and milliseconds later he felt her tongue sliding behind his front teeth. The sensation made him move his hands under her shirt, roughly pulling her hips toward his, his fingerprints bruising her skin. He felt himself growing hard as she pulled away.
"Oi, perv, class," she said grabbing his right hand and intertwining their fingers.
"You've gotta be fuckin' jokin'," he shook his head.
She stepped back towards him, pulling his bottom lip between her teeth and sucking, forcing his eyes shut and imagining all the things her mouth could be doing.
"No." She stepped back. "Now you going to walk me to class farm boy?" she smirked. He swung his right arm over her shoulders, keeping their fingers intertwined.
"What m'lady wants, m'lady gets," he stated officially.
They walked into class together ignoring their friends and sitting on the opposite side of the room.
They sat in shock at the sight before them. Mini McGuinness sitting on Alo Creevey's lap, holding his hand. Mini giggling and biting Alo's ear playfully as he spoke.
Liv was the first to speak. "When the fuck, did that happen?"