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wickedtomboy

Don't Go

Chapter 9

My eyes looked away from the ocean blue. Realizing that I had been caught looking at her for the twentieth time.

I took another bite of eggs trying to hide my face from her eyes. The breakfast was absolutely amazing. I forgot how good of a cook Heather was. We used a hang out every Thursday night and she would bake various things. I would usually just watch and make a conversation about our day and our dreams. We hung out every night… but for some reason I learned so much more about Heather on those particular Thursday nights. Then feelings started getting more complicated and we would bake, then get in a mini food fight, which would lead to making out, which would lead to sex. I smiled at the memory. I missed those Thursday nights.

"What are you smiling at?" Heather asked sweetly.

"Oh, nothing." I responded trying not to laugh. Heather sensed this and gently kicked me under the table.

"Come on, tell me." She said. Starting to laugh at my silliness.

"I was just remembering when I smashed blackberries into your face." I said, letting my laughter slip from my lips. Heather started to laugh as well, she couldn't even finish her bite of pancakes.

"Or…when…I put icing on your…on your nose." She said. I burst out laughing not being able to control myself. We laughed for a few more seconds before we calmed ourselves down. She looked at me and smiled. I looked back at her, taking in her beauty.

"Naya. Thank you. For last night, I didn't know who else to call. And then I wake up and you are next to me. You had prepared the medicine and everything. So this morning is for you, to say thanks." She said shyly, she reached up and picked a rose from the bouquet. She stood up and made her way over to me, pushed a strand of hair behind my ear, and placed the rose there. I shivered at the touch. Feeling warmth spread throughout my body.

"You know I will always be there for you." I said. Never wanting this moment to end. Heather stroked my cheek and for a second looked like she was going to kiss me, but then she pulled away. She picked up my plate and took it to the sink. I stood up and brought my glass over to her. I began to get nervous, knowing that I had to talk to her about last night.

"Heather about last night-"

"Speaking about icing on your nose." Heather said, cutting me off. She stuck her finger in the soapsuds, pulled it out, and swiped it on my nose. She started to giggle as she attempted to do the dishes. I felt a smile escape from my lips.

"NayNay, you know you wanna laugh." Heather teased as she inched her way closer to me. I turned my face away from her, trying to hide my blushing cheeks. Then I felt her hands sneak their way around my waist. Then, before I knew it, she began to tickle me. I let myself laugh and melt into her touch.

"Heather…Heather-st-stop." I managed to get out.

"I'm sorry…I don't answer to that name. Who is this Heather that you speak of?" She began to tickle her harder, pulling me closer to her.

"HeMo! HeMo…please." I begged, feeling out of breath. With one hand she picked up a dishtowel. Then she turned me around so that we were face-to-face. My lips were a mere centimeter away from hers.

"Now that's better." Heather whispered. Then she used the dishtowel and wiped the soapsuds from my nose. I saw her lick her lips. And my breath caught in my throat. She leaned in and captured my lips in hers.

I let myself get lost in the feeling of her warm lips around mine. I moved my lips against hers, allowing her to deepen the kiss. I wrapped my arms around her neck. I missed this feeling to the point where it physically hurt. The feeling that only HeMo could give me.

At that moment my phone started ringing. Heather broke the kiss and leaned her forehead against mine. I removed my left arm from around her neck and reached into my pocket pulling out my phone. When I looked down at the caller i.d. my heart stopped. Sydney was calling me.

I quickly declined the call and put my phone back in my pocket. Hoping that Heather didn't see it and that the guilty feeling that washed over me would go away. However, none of those things happened. Heather pulled away from me and made herself busy by cleaning up the kitchen table.

I figured now was good time to talk about last night. Since she couldn't seduce me.

"Heather. Look at me." I said sternly. She kept on cleaning, avoiding all eye contact.

"Heather." I said again. She turned slowly and faced me, looking at the ground. This was good enough for me.

"Why were you- why were you at that bar last night?" I said carefully and gently. Trying to get her to open up to me.

"I just wanted to have a couple of drinks. And have some fun." She said shrugging her shoulders.

"And you ending up drunk walking around outside with a group of guys following you was just fun?"

I pulled up outside the bar that I GPS tracked Heather's phone to. Since she was too drunk to remember. The place was in the middle of nowhere and looked like a dump. Perfect location for Heather to go and get drunk without anyone asking questions or taking pictures. I shuddered at the thought of her in a place like this.

I exited out of my car and started to make my way up to the entrance of the bar.

"Nay!" I turned and looked toward the direction of the cheery sound. There was Heather, trying to move towards me, but there was a group of guys around her. Even though the guys weren't doing anything to her, fear and anger immediately hit my body. I ran over to her, grabbed her arm, and pulled her towards me. I lead her away from the group and towards my car.

"Hey, Blondie where you going?" One of the guys yelled. I turned back to face him.

"Touch her and your dead, jackass." I yelled, glad that I was a safe enough distance away. I turned to Heather, "What are you doing here?"

"Waiting for you." Heather said then she pulled me into a hug.

"That's great HeMo, but do you have everything you need so we can get out of here?" I asked, looking her up down. She had her purse. Which I assumed is all she brought. I didn't know where her car was though.

"Your all I need Nay." She responded. Leaning in for a kiss. I pulled away then grabbed her purse. I somehow found her wallet and cell phone in all the crap she keeps in there. Then I found her car keys. These were the three most important items in my mind. I handed her back her purse then opened the passenger side door of my car and made her sit down. I shut the door and went over to my side of the car. I entered the car and started the ignition, turning on the heat. Heather was playing with the seat. Seeing how far it would go back. Then seeing how far it could go forward. Giggling each time.

I pulled out my phone and called Di. Explaining to her the situation and asking her to come pick up Heather's car and drive it back to her place. She agreed. And twenty minutes later she was there. For which I was glad, I was getting tired of having to push Heather's lips off my neck.

Di drove Heather's car back to Heather's apartment. She arrived there a little before us. We had to pull over for Heather to throw up. The street lights were making her dizzy. I thanked Di and then proceeded up two flights of stairs with a drunk HeMo.

Heather didn't answer. She just turned back around and continued cleaning. "Sorry I was such an inconvenience to you." She mumbled.

"Oh come on! That is totally unfair! Don't turn this back on me. I-" My phone rang again. Heather slammed a plate on the table.

"Will you tell her to stop calling you! God! Didn't she get enough of you last night!"

I froze. I have never seen Heather like this. But then she shot me a glare. And I realized I haven't turned the phone off. I reached into my pocket and quickly declined the call that was from Sydney.

The silence that followed was unbearable. I'm pretty sure she was implying that she thought I slept with Sydney. Even though I told her that I didn't. She probably just wanted extra reassurance.

"Heather, I told you, I didn't sleep with her." I said quietly and calmly. However, she just rolled her eyes and huffed her breath. Like a little seven year old girl. That's when I snapped. If she wants to play this game. Fine by me.

"You know what Heather! You wanna know why I didn't sleep with her. Because you asked me not to. Because I know you never would've forgiven me if I had. Because I got a call from you telling me that you were drunk at some God-forsaking bar. Because I had to go and make sure you were okay. Because I had to drag your ass back here and take care of you. And last night, this morning made it worth it. Until now. When you do your little nothing is my fault game. When you and I both know that all of this is your fault. We have sweet moments together. And in those moments I realize over and over again why I love you. But then you fall back. You are afraid of something. And you cover it up by making me feel like shit. You weren't an inconvenience… until right now. Now will you drop the attitude and tell me why you were at the bar?"

The words just came out of my mouth all at once. I couldn't stop myself. I didn't want to stop. She needed to hear this.

"I didn't want her touching you!" Heather exploded, still not looking at me. "I was just sitting here with the thought of someone else touching your skin. Someone else kissing your lips. Someone else seeing you in the most intimate way. I couldn't stand the thought. And I knew it was my fault. The worst part was that I planned on breaking up with Taylor tomorrow. And then, knowing that you were on the date with her, it didn't seem worth it. That you had already moved on. That I had lost you. And that was I thought I couldn't deal with. All of these thoughts were. So I just wanted to get rid of them, okay? I just wanted to get rid of them." She finished with a whisper.

She was jealous. I wanted nothing more than run over to her and kiss her senseless. But I knew that I couldn't do that to myself. In case she had changed her mind about Taylor. I shouldn't have kissed her this morning either. I didn't want her hurting. I made her feel as if she had to go get drunk, as if that would fix her problems.

"HeMo. You could never lose me. I'm still here, aren't I? And I would never want anyone else touching me in that way. And I hope you…you still think I'm-I'm worth it." I said, tears escaping my eyes.

She turned and ran towards me. Pulling me into the tightest embrace. Refusing to let go. I saw the tears that ran down her face. She kissed the tears that ran down my cheeks and said,

"You will always be worth it."