an. I've been wanting to write this couple for a while now. I love the song "One More Night" by Maroon 5 (well I just love Maroon 5) and when I listened to it the other day I got inspiration for this little ficlet. It's more of a drabble than a oneshot but either way, I hope you enjoy it.
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-one more night-
"I hate you." She yelled, venom seeping from her voice. She pointed a perfectly manicured finger at him, her hands shaking with rage. "Get out now."
"You can't kick me out of my house, idiota!" he hollered back. He clenched his fist, rage coursing through his body. He would never hurt the brunette but the thought of putting his hand through a wall was rather tempting.
She scoffed, tossing some of her chocolate and honey colored hair over her shoulder. "I am sick and tired of waiting every night for you. You just come stumbling in whenever you bloody feel like it!"
Alberto murmured a slew of obscenities under his breath, how many times had they had this argument? He slowly rubbed his hands over his face, sighing in frustration. He couldn't take it anymore. She was driving him completely insane. "Esta Loco." He yelled, his fist colliding with the wall.
The brunette screamed, jumping back. "What the hell is the matter with you?" Tears fell from her dark brown eyes and he sighed.
"Look, I'm sorry. I tell you all the time I need to work all of those hours so we have enough to get by. It's not like I want to be away from you, mi cielo." He stepped forward, wrapping his arms around the brunette who sank into his arms, sobbing quietly. "Te amo, mi amor." He kissed the side of her head rocking her gently. "Please forgive me Layla?" he pleaded.
The brunette pulled away from him slightly and he wiped the tears away from her eyes. "Of course. I love you." She stood on her toes, snaking her arms around his neck. She pulled him into a kiss.
He kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her slender waist. His lips made their way to her neck, placing kisses down her neck and shoulder…
Alberto lie awake, Layla's arms draped over him, her head on his chest. He had fallen for it again. What was so intoxicating about the British beauty that always kept him coming back for more? They were always at each others' throats, yelling, screaming, throwing things, hitting walls, slamming doors. Yet, they always ended up back in bed, her sleeping frame by his side while he pondered just what had happened.
She was his addiction. She was so perfect yet so completely destructive. She took a little more from him every time and yet he always came crawling back for more. He had to kick the habit.
He looked down at his girlfriend and sighed, running his fingers through her hair. He knew he couldn't keep living that way. He placed a kiss on her forehead and made himself a promise.
He was only going to stay one more night. In the morning he would leave and he would never look back.
an. so what do you think? like the pairing? i hope so because they are one of the pairings in my upcoming multicouple story. as always, reviews would be nice... ~danie.
