One More Night

I'll be waking up in the morning, probably hating myself.
And I'll be waking up, feeling satisfied but guilty as hell.
Got you stuck on my body, on my body, like a tattoo.
And now I'm feeling stupid, feeling stupid, crawling back to you.
So I cross my heart and I hope to die
That I'll only stay with you one more night

~ Maroon 5

Eddie's feet hit the cold wooden floor of her bedroom. This always happened. He'd be in England for a week visiting his dad, they'd run into each other and wind up in her bedroom. He'd always leave her apartment the next morning, without saying a word, always swearing his next visit it wouldn't happen. It always did, he wish he knew why fate always had a way of bringing them together. They'd broken up 4 years ago, things got hectic as he started his second year of law school, and she had gotten a big internship with some publisher. They were adults, there was never anything wrong with what they were doing, besides the fact it was clearly killing him. He didn't know how she felt about these every couple of month hook ups. He wished they could end. He still had feelings for her, and he'd only have her for one night every few months. He always felt guilty. Maybe he only made his guilt worse by sneaking out.

"Sneaking out like always," he heard a voice snap as he pulled on his pants. He didn't know what to say, if he should even say anything or leave it be.

"It's fine really, I should be used to it by now," she snarled. She hated him for this. She was still in love with him, that's why she always let it happen. He stared at her in shock unsure of what to say.

"I- I don't know," was all that he could muster.

"What the fact you come to England, we some how always run into each other, and you use me for what? One night of fun," she snapped. She promised herself she'd never say these things but here she was.

"No."

"No what," her voice laced with poison.

"That's not it."

"Then what is it?"

"Do you want me to say how running into you brings up all these feelings I still have for you, about how this every couple of months thing, keeps me from letting go?"

"What," the tone in her voice was different, it wasn't angry like the previous minute, it seemed sad.

"Look Patricia. I leave in the morning because who knows what would happen to us if I actually stayed?"

"And you never thought to find out?"

"I have a life in New York, and you have on here. The distance destroyed us once. Why would you want it to give it another go? Just to see it destory us again?"

"Maybe it wouldn't destroy us this time."

"Who says it won't?"

"Why are you fighting this?"

"Fighting what?"

"THERE IS A REASON WE ALWAYS HOOK UP WHEN YOUR IN TOWN. DON'T DENY IT!"

"THEN WHATS THE REASON," the pair had begun to scream. Even when they were a couple there fights were never like this but there was something here, in this fight, that finally showed their true anger.

"I STILL LOVE YOU," she finally said cracking wide open.

"What?"

"I never stopped, maybe that's why I always let this happen," she said in an almost whisper. He was once again at again at a lose for words, he could come out and reveal how he still felt, or he could finish getting dressed, and leave with the same guilt he always felt.

"Are you going to say anything," she said breaking the uncomfortable silence that surrounded them.

"What should I say?"

"Tell me you hate me! SAY ANYTHING!'

"Should I tell you I still love you? Would that fix it? I never wanted to break up with you. That it's my biggest regret," and just like that silence surrounded them. Both confessing they still loved the other. Neither knowing what to say.

"THEN DON'T LEAVE!"

"I've gotten good at it," he muttered kicking at the ground.

"Why do you have to leave this time? I love you, you love me. Can't we just be?"

"What happens when I leave back to America back to my life?"

"We can cross that bridge when we come to it. Just come back to bed and don't leave," he heard the pleading tone in her voice. He wanted to stay he wanted to be with her again, but he couldn't handle the hurt.

"I'm sorry," he whispered grabbing his shirt and fleeing her room. Leaving her apartment in a hurry. With one last door slam, that was it. He vowed as he stared at the elevators door that there would no longer be one more night, but that was a vow he'd always break.

Okay I've seen gif's stole, edits stole, video clips ripped and used in others videos, and now a fic?

Now this really upset me, like come on. THATS ALL OUR FANDOM DOES ANYMORE. The amount of don't reblog this this is stolen posts on tumblr is disgusting...

I can't even water mark fics, it'd be like this:

Eddie's feet hit the cold wooden floor of her bedroom. MusicalWheaten. This always happened. MusicalWheaten. He'd be in England for a week visiting his dad, they'd run into each other and wind up in her bedroom. MusicalWheaten. He'd always leave her apartment the next morning, without saying a word, always swearing his next visit it wouldn't happen. MusicalWheaten. It always did, he wish he knew why fate always had a way of bringing them together. MusicalWheaten.

NOW WHO WANTS TO READ A FIC LIKE THAT? NOT ME!

This just floors me... Like ugh...