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


23. Crumpled Sheets and Rose Petals

Oh Goddess; head pounding, teeth aching, body limp and sore. I hated hangovers. Somehow, in the middle of the night, Kayleb had carried me up to my bed and changed me into my pyjamas. I didn't bother thinking about the fact he may or may not have seen my naked. Although I wouldn't admit it out loud, I wanted my bedroom door to swing open to reveal Harry and a tray of food. On that note, my belly rumbled furiously.

"Ugh. . ." I groaned, rolling over to look down at my blue cotton vest top and loose cotton shorts.

That's when I saw the shape of a male lying beside me.

"For fuck sake!" I leapt up out the bed and blinked rapidly, shaking slightly from the breeze sifting in through my open window.

Kayleb lay there, curled up under the duvet, snoring softly. Heart racing, I lifted up the hem of the duvet and sighed with relief. He was still wearing clothes.

I swear, if we'd had sex the night before (which was entirely plausible considering the fact that I was pissed and he was horny) then I could never face Harry again.

"Kay, mate, get your arse out of bed. I'm going out today."

I had decided, as soon as I saw the coast was clear (his clothes were still in tact) that I was going out to try and make amend with Styles. Or, try to. Because last time I saw him, he was in a pretty shitty mood.


After Kayleb left, I changed into another odd outfit I wouldn't usually wear unless I was a mother of two, married, and all my dreams were dead.

I pulled on some tracksuit bottoms and a baggy over-sized tee, pulling my hair into a 'this-is-purposely-messy-I-promise' ponytail. Then, barefoot and makeup-less, I made my way downstairs and slid my feet into a battered pair of trainers.

When I swung open the front door, I nearly had a heart attack.

Harry's face was startled and un-expecting, his green eyes wide and shadowed.

"Ruby." he muttered, out of pure politeness, I'm sure.

"Hey." I rubbed the back of my neck nervously, chewing on my lower lip. I saw his eyes slide to my mouth, his cheeks flushing a gentle pink.

"Can I come in?"

I tugged off my trainers and stepped aside as he made his way into my house. I quickly smelt my shoulder to make sure I didn't smell bad, and was surprised to find out I smelt like vanilla body lotion. Must've had a shower last night that I didn't know about.

"Nice place." he observed, looking around the place I'd known almost my entire life. My home. It made my stomach twist in regret and I wished I could just scream out: You've been here before, you bloody moron!

His hands were jammed into the pockets of his leather jacket, and his curls were tousled. What a mess I looked in comparison to him.

I sat him down in the living area before going into the kitchen and putting the kettle on. When I came back through, Harry was watching TV, his shoes on the floor. It made me happy to know he was comfortable in my home.

"So how're you?" I sat down beside him, my legs crossed like a little toddler. The painful small talk was almost too much to bare. We both knew I was beating around the bush here.

"I'm alright." He thought for a second. "No, in fact, I'm not alright. I've been beating myself up these past twenty-four hours, hoping you'd call or just come by or anything! Things have been horrible and the guilt is eating at me from the inside out!"

I wish I could say I screamed at him for being such a prick, and that I threw his shoes at him while he stormed out the house, slamming my front door behind him. And then I sat on my couch eating pizza and watching shitty movies.

But nothing's ever normal in my life.

Instead, I kiss Harry to shut him up from saying anything else that would wind me up, or anything that would result in me kicking his ass.

We lay there on the sofa, arms and legs tangled, his body weighing down deliciously on mine. His lips were soft and warm, his tongue slipping over mine as we kissed. I felt his heartbeat hammer against my chest, and my own pulse ratcheted in retaliation.

Then I felt hot tears streaming down my face, and we kissed while I cried silent tears of joy and redemption.

He pulled back, tasting the salt water.

"Why're you crying?"  he whispered, his voice hoarse. As he brushed his thumb across my cheeks, trapping the tears, I sniffled.

"I'm crying because of PMS." I replied, letting more tears fall.

Harry gave me an 'are-you-really-going-to-joke-about-this' look and I answered him seriously this time:

"I'm crying," I said, "because I'm happy. I missed you so much, and whenever I'm not with you is like having a piece of me torn away. It hurts so much, but it's lessened when you're here. In fact, I think I've healed completely."

Sometimes, honestly isn't really the best policy, but right now there was nothing else to say apart from the truth.

"I love you, Harry." I blurted, my cheeks flushing immediately afterwards. Then it all came out in a rush. "I mean, I don't expect you to say it back or anything." Stupid Ruby. "Um. . . sorry."

Harry looked baffled.

"I'm- I love you too. I'm just sorry I never said it first."

And then, as we kissed on my couch, his hands wandering, I slowly flooded everything back into it's rightful place. Scenes of every moment, ever kiss, every second, restored. Then the guilt vanished.

I pulled away, terrified of rejection, and watched Harry's expression warily.

At first, it remained unreadable, but then a smile - unlike any other - lit up his face, recognition almost tangible.

"Oh God, Ruby. It's you."

Then he kissed me all over my face while I giggled and kissed him back.

"It's always been me, asshole."

But then he stopped, his mind storming over. I stopped giggling.

He squeezed his eyes shut tight, before opening them again.

"All that pain I put you through." His voice was barely above a whisper. 

"All that pain you put me through?" I snorted, shaking my head. "Just kiss me, Styles."

And so he did, hot and passionate, our lips the only way of communicating without complicating everything.

His hands slid under my shirt and I didn't protest, tangling my fingers in his hair. I inhaled the scent that hung around him. It wasn't a bad odour, but a mild warm smell. A smell I couldn't name at all. It was simply Harry.

We continued, slowly shedding our clothes along with any doubts or worries.

And I gave into him, my heart in his hands.





Harry's P.O.V:

I cracked open my eyelids and yawned loudly, my arm curling around Ruby.

At least, that's what should've happened when I woke up. Instead, I sat up on the couch, my head pounding and my mouth dry, without any Ruby in sight. Except for her boxer shorts on the living room carpet. I chuckled, in spite of myself. It was so much like Ruby to wear such things.

"Rubes?" I called out, but nobody answered.

I looked down and on my lap on top of the throw-over, was a red rose. I smiled and picked it up. I felt like the girl in this situation. Shouldn't I be all mysterious and romantic leaving flowers for when the girl awakes?

God, even that's too girly by my standards.

What a cheesy thing to do, I thought to myself.

"She's nuts." I muttered to nobody in particular.

"Gee, thanks Styles." I looked up and there she stood, in a pair of black boxers and a strappy black vest top. When she yawned and stretched, the hem of the vest stretched to reveal a strip of soft, tempting skin. I got up and walked behind her, wrapping my arms round her waist and kissing gently down her neck. I felt her relax under my touch and I held her so her back was to my chest, sucking gently on the skin beneath her ear. She moaned gently, closing her eyes. I tried to hold back the egotistic laughter - I knew exactly how to turn her on in every way.

When I pulled back, she turned to me, angry.

"You cruel, cruel boy." she pouted, stamping into the kitchen. How ironic that she would call me cruel, when she was the one that was so deliciously tempting it hurt.

I followed her into the kitchen, kissing the back of her neck and watching with obvious delight when she shivered with pleasure.

"See," I whispered, "look how much I make you want me." In fact, it was the complete opposite.

Ruby composed herself and began taking cereal boxes from the cupboards and a carton of milk from the fridge. Ah. Breakfast.

I took out two bowls and she poured us both a bowl of cereal which we carried through to the living room and ate on the couch, watching TV.

It was like we were a married couple, and if I'm honest, it freaked me out a little. Nothing had been normal for a while, and it made a nice change.

After we'd washed up and both took showers before getting dressed, Ruby and I went outside and climbed into my car, switching on the radio.

A One Direction song came on and I grinned, singing along. Ruby sighed and turned it to a hard core rock song.

"What did you do that for?" I said accusingly.

"I'm tired, and frankly your music gives me a bloody headache."


"You're bitchy for ten in the morning." I hissed, starting up the engine.

"And you're just as annoying as ever."

I had to ask the question toying in my mind.

"Did I. . . hurt you, last night?"

She looked at me, even more annoyed.

"No, it was amazing." Her voice softened a touch.

"Then why are you pissed?" I snapped.

"Because I know that after that, you're just going to fuck off and leave me because of what I did to you!" I noticed she was about to cry. I did the only thing I could and pulled her into a hug, nuzzling my nose into her hair. It smelt like tropical fruit.

"I won't ever leave you." I promised, closing my eyes. Then I remembered the engine was still running.

"We better get going." I pushed down on the accelerator and we drove to the house, hoping that whatever happened next wouldn't leave a scar.











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