Ruby ღ

I'm not a bitch,
I'm not a slut,
I'm not a whore,
And I sure as hell ain't yours.
So go ahead and do yourself a favour:
Don't believe the rumours you hear about me.

Survival 101 - You're as good as dead if you try to get into my pants.

(Sequel to 'Red ♥')
Many thanks to: J.K Pansear (Kammy), kelsea (Briella), Musical Megster (Megan) - Love you all guys, thank you ♥ xoxo ~Patch

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20. And It Feels Like Jealousy

The pool party continued until midnight, when we all got out the pool and dried off, going back inside and going into seperate bedrooms. I had told Harry my brother was called Harry and he died, so I got his name on my ankle. It was a lie, but so was everything else I had told him.

Niall grabbed my wrist, taking me into his bedroom.

"They'll expect us to sleep together." he muttered, towel drying his hair.

I didn't do 'awkward', so I simply changed into my shirt and a pair of Nialls' boxers before climbing into the soft-sheeted bed, shivering slightly from the fact that I was still damp from the pool.

"C'mere." Niall's arm circled my waist and pulled my closer, his hand on my midriff. I felt warmer, cuddled up to a warm chest, his chin ontop of my head. I felt a pang of guilt. I'd never even slept in the same bed as Harry, and here I was with Niall, acting like the happy couple. I was a horrible person.

"Thanks." I whispered, the room dark. Niall was lying in the same bed, spooning me and keeping me warm. This was off-the-scale wierd.

I turned around so that our stomachs were brushing against each other, and curled my knees up to my chest. Suddenly, both of his arms were around me, holding me againsts his chest.

It felt wrong. Godess, of course it felt wrong! I loved Harry, and here I was with Niall. I should get 'skank' tattooed on my forehead. I wonder where Harry was now, lying in a bed by himself. I couldn't stop feeling guilty - my life had truly turned to shit.

"Niall?"

When he didn't reply, I slowly detatched myself from his vice-like hold and slipped out of bed. I closed my eyes and got hold of Niall's mental patterns. All of his thoughts were occupied by images of me.

Me. Well done, Ruby. Want a medal for being a top whore? I thought, tip-toeing out the room and wandered around before I saw a bedroom door ajar, Harry lying in bed on his stomach, snoring.

His arm was flung over a pillow, as if he felt someone's absence by his side while he slept. I winced, stepping into his room. There was a stutter in his snoring and he groaned, rolling over to face me.

"A-Alex?" He yawned, sitting up and clutching his curls.

"Yeah. Sorry to wake you up. Can I. . .?"

"Mmhm, come on in." He was half-asleep and I blushed furiously, stepping into the room and closing the door behind me.

He pulled back the duvet and I blinked in shock before gingerly approaching the open invite. I crawled into bed beside him and slunk down under the heated covers. It was warm from Harry's body heat and I jumped when I felt Harry's bare body brush against mine.

"You're naked?!" I hissed.

Harry chuckled, pulling the covers up to his chin.

"Yeah, so?"

"Well, I'm with Niall and it'd be a bit wierd sleeping in the same bed with his naked mate." I pointed out.

Harry shrugged.

"You're the one who wanted to come in with me."

"Yeah, but. . ." I couldn't argue. He had a good point.

I snuggled into the bed and inhaled his scent on the pillow. How did I end up like this? Subjected to being sad and desperate over a boy I never gave a fuck about before? I guess I took him for granted for the first few weeks he was around me. And now I couldn't be with him, couldn't love him the way I wanted to. I'm stupid like that.

"Ruby?"

"Mm?"

"I don't know if this makes sence, but last night I had a dodgy dream about a girl. I couldn't really see her face, but she was so funny. I was in a club, and there was a girl on stage. Jeez, she was pissed out her head but her singing voice was great. Almost as good as mine." He chuckled, and I felt my heart sink.

"She was singing on stage, laughing into the microphone. The crowd was going crazy. Then the scene changed and there was the same girl lying in bed, eating pancakes. She was laughing, smiling. But her face was still blurred. I couldn't recognise her, and it bugged the hell out of me. It still does."

"Wierd." I muttered, chewing on my nails.

"Can you sing?"

Yes, of course I could. But I couldn't sing to him, or he'd recognise the voice. Maybe if I sung a subtle song. A soft, Ed Sheeran song. Yeah, that'd work.

"Yes, I suppose so."

"Sing me to sleep."

"What?"

He grinned, dimpling.

"Sing me to sleep. I dare you."

So, taking a deep breath, I began to hum 'Cold Coffe' by Ed Sheeran. The words got lodged in my throat, but I saw Harry lying there beside me, and continued.

"She's like cold coffe in the morning,

I'm drunk off last night's whiskey and Coke.

She'll make me shiver without warning,

And make me laugh as if I'm in on the joke.

And you can stay with me forever,

Or you could stay with me for now.

Tell me if I'm wrong,

Tell me if I'm right.

Tell me if you need a loving hand,

To help you fall asleep tonight.

Tell me if I know,

Tell me if I do.

Tell me how to fall in love the way you want me too."

By the time I had finished, Harry was breathing evenly beside me, the very picture of innocence. I knew better - he was far from innocent.

I felt myself relax, my eyes closing against my will.

When I fell asleep, thoughts of tomorrow drifted through my head.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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