tomorrowland

"You're mine," he growled into my ear. "Not Niall's, not Zayn's, not Louis', and especially not Harry's. You're mine, and I will do what it takes to make you mine."

"Are you sure you're not out of time?" I looked at him over the rim of my glass filled with beer.

"I might be out of time, but I can fuck you better than any of them."

"Alright," I placed my glass down. "Then prove it."

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8. you're stupid

I was coming back from Liam's tent. We didn't do anything and I didn't want anything to happen, but we just talked. Listened to one another like we have been doing. 

I reached my own tent and went inside. My friends were sitting around the little makeshift fold out table, eating dinner. 

"Hey," I waved towards them as I zipped the front of the tent. 

"You won't have to do that," said Minnie.

"What?"

"You're leaving, aren't you?"

"What?" I questioned again. 

"For fuck sake, Boston," Jessica stood up and everyone else stared at her. "You are never here, no one ever sees you. You come here back when everyone is already asleep and leave before anyone wakes up. Do you even know what day it is?"

"It's Tuesday," I almost whispered. 

"Wrong, it's Thursday. Have you've forgotten why we ever came to Tomorrowland? Or why we ever do festival skipping?"

"Jessica this is ridiculous."

"It's the truth," said Sam as he crossed his arms. "You're never around. What's going on between you and that guy?"

"There's a guy?" Jessica's eyes flamed with anger. 

"It's nothing. I mean we just made a bet and I lost, end of story."

"Far from it," Sam continued. Why was he doing this? "I met some of his friends at the party last night--."

"Stop," I warned. "You all don't understand."

"Then tell us what you have to do to make up your end of the deal?" Minnie pushed and I exhaled.

"I have to be his."

"What, like some slut?" 

"No," I almost screamed, anger growing inside of me. "We've never done anything like that. Liam is confused and depressed, but when I'm around it's like he becomes better." 

"So what are you saying?" Michael finally spoke up, but what he said didn't make me sigh out in relief.

"I'm saying is…he needs me. If only for a couple more days. He just needs someone to listen to him." I crossed my arms. "I'm sorry if you disagree, but he's starting to trust me."

"Boston," Sam warned. "Liam--."

"I don't care," I simply said. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I left the tent angry, knowing I wasn't truly welcomed there again. Instead I kept walking, not caring about the laughter and happy people surrounding me. It actually annoyed me. A place I enjoy to be at was annoying me. 

"Bo," I heard the English accent come from my right. 

I turned my direction and walked the other way. 

"Bo," he repeated. 

"Go away, Liam." 

"What's wrong?" I could feel him close behind me. 

I didn't answer him, but tightened my arms around me. My dirty blonde hair was moving in the wind, and right now I wish the weather matched my mood, but it wasn't close to comparing.

"Bo!" Liam yelled, and soon his hand was over my arm, stopping me.

"What, Liam, what?! What could you fucking want from me?!" 

He searched my face as his tongue came out and licked his lips. "What's wrong?" 

"Do you know what day it is?"

He brought his forehead together in confusion. "What?"

"It's Thursday. Tomorrow is the beginning of the concert."

"So?" 

I huffed. "So? Liam I have spent all fucking week with you. My friends are pissed, do you even see any of your friends?"

"This is what this is about? Not giving your friends enough time?"

I looked away from him and back to the busy road of people as we stood to the side of the dirt road. 

"Look at me," he muttered, and for some reason I did. Him still controlling every part of me. "If you want to be with your friends, I'm not stopping you. Go, be with them."

Tears started to appear in my eyes. "It's not that simple."

"How?!" He was almost yelling. "How is it not simple? I tell you to go, go! Forget the fucking deal, I rather you be happy than pissed off at me!" 

"It's not the deal," I muttered. 

"Than what is it? Why can't you just walk away?"

I finally grew enough courage to look into his almond eyes. "I want you," I whispered. "I want every part of you," my hands came up to his chest and soon a fist full of his white tee shirt was in my hands. 

He brought his face closer to mine, his lips whispering over mine, "Then you're stupid," he breathed before closing the distance separating us.

My arms circled around his neck and he kept me close with his arms around my waist. I felt one of his hands tug through my wind tangled hair, and his lips ran away from mine and down my jaw onto the soft skin of my neck. 

"I want to be yours," I muttered, and I felt his tongue run up my neck until he was looking into my eyes.

"You've been mine all along," he muttered before our lips collided once more, our kisses growing stronger. 

I felt his hand run down my side and stop over my hot center, adding pressure. "No," I breathed as I stopped his hand. "Let's take this one step slower."

His eyes widened, "I'm not good with slow."

"Let me teach you." I took his hand away from my denim, gliding his fingers over my stomach and stopping as his palm covered my left breast. 

He looked down watching as I brought his hand down over me. He exhaled as I pressured him to squeeze gently. 

"Slow," I breathed as I let my head fall back and his lips found my collarbone. 

"You know how much I want to just devour you?" He spoke between kisses. 

"I can only imagine," and he chuckled against my skin and I moaned lightly from his touch. 

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