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g-lbertblythe · 5 years ago

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*heart eyes* *heart eyes*

Could you do one with Rafe? He catchs the female reader fooling around with One of the pogues. Gets so angry because he has a thing for the reader so he reveals the truth to her family to hurt her back. They start fighting and he kind of admits he liked her all along accidentally. This request sucks but I just need a Rafe imagine so you could change it as the way you want. Thank you. ^-^

after the storm

pairing: rafe cameron x kook!reader

wc: 3.3k

warnings: angst, fluff, swearing

a/n: i hope i did this justice babe, thank you for requesting!! p.s i loved ur request so much, this was my favorite fic ive written! also i was inspired by ‘after the storm’ by kali uchis, its such a beautiful song.

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Being the oldest daughter of one of the most successful families in the OBX drew a lot of eyes towards you. Alongside the Cameron's, your families did business together subsequently leading you all to be very close. They were like a second family to you, and the feeling was mutual. Your families spent holidays, boat days, and countless events together.

For years you and Sarah had been inseparable, spending every chance you got to hang out. You even had a key to their house, letting yourself in whenever you needed to. Your parents traveled often for sometimes weeks on end, so Ward and Rose would open up their home to you and your little sister during storms or just to do fun stuff together so you wouldn’t be lonely.

Outside of being friends with Sarah and Rafe, though, you enjoyed being around other people. You hung out with a vast range of friend groups around the island, never wanting to be bored in one place for too long. A few of those groups, however, others weren’t so fond of. Your parents, for one. They were so insistent on putting out a perfect front for business that they didn’t believe you should be hanging around ‘troubled crowds’.

The pogues being the troubled crowd they were referring to. Over time you grew a liking to them. Their carefree spirits uplifted you and made you feel alive, like for once in your life you weren’t just existing. Being with the pogues made you forget all about your reality. For once in those moments you were able to escape the ‘bubble wrap’, as Sarah called it. And without them, you probably would’ve gone postal by now.

The second disapproving individual would be Rafe. Every chance he got he would make snide comments about you and Sarah hanging out with those ‘filthy pogues’, deliberately getting under your skin. He didn’t care so much as to what Sarah was up to, but why you would be hanging out on the Cut voluntarily left him clueless. The closer you got with the pogues only meant the less he would see of you, which upset him more than he would’ve liked to admit.

You and Rafe had a love-hate relationship. Neither of you could wrap your heads around the idea of having feelings for each other so you both just stayed put, letting out your pent up emotion slowly through actions. Even if those motives were unnoticed by both you and Rafe, they weren’t overlooked by others.

“Hey Rafe”, Topper nudged his friends arm, “Isn’t that Y/n over there with the pogues?”. The mention of your name turned his head towards Topper, following his gaze. The sun was setting on the boneyard as his eyes caught you dancing a little too close to JJ.

A look of disgust covered his face before he responded, “Yeah, her and Sarah are going through some sort of life crisis and have been hanging out with ‘em”

“Do her parents know?”, Topper asked him.

“No”, Rafe started slowly, nodding his head in thought before smirking, “but they will soon”. Topper chuckled as he witnessed Rafe pull out his phone to snap a quick picture of you and JJ. He looked at the photo before pushing his phone back in his pocket, satisfied with the start to his plan of blackmail.

The urge to give you up to your parents only worsened as he seethed watching the two of you so close together. Your arms around JJ’s neck and his wrapped loosely but dangerously low on your hips. Rafe’s jaw clenched as he watched the interaction, you giggling at things JJ spoke in your ear while mindlessly playing with his hair. He hated the way he wanted to be one you held and laughed with. Tangling your manicured hands in his honey colored hair instead, as he took in your sweet perfume, the both of you dancing without a care in the world.

Topper broke him out of his trance, “Calm down, man, clench that jaw any harder and your teeth will fall out”.

Rafe harshly laughed in fake amusement, mocking Topper, “Shut the hell up, Top”

“Looks like someone’s jealous, who would’ve thought. Y/n Y/l/n, huh? It’s pretty much destiny, I mean, it’s obvious you like her”

“The hell I do, it’s just gross and annoying, that’s all”, Rafe defended, staring back to the sight in front of him.

“Yeah, annoyingly gross that a pogue is over there tryna bang your woman”, Topper laughed, amused with himself. His laughter came to an abrupt stop when Rafe hit him on the back of the head.

“You’re an idiot, I have something I have to go do”, Rafe spoke before taking one last look at you and JJ and heading to his truck.

…

The vibration of your phone brought you out of your fun as you read a text from your sister, ‘Heads up, you should come home asap. Doesn’t look too good for you’. Your eyebrows knitted in confusion before you decided to take her advice and head home for whatever reason. Before leaving you said your goodbyes to the pogues and Sarah, as she insisted on staying the night at the Chateau with John B.

The ride home was spent with your mind racing, as to how you were possibly in trouble this time. Those thoughts came to a stop once you saw Rafe’s navy blue truck parked on the long driveway of your home. “Fuck me”, you sighed, before walking in your home to face both of your parents and Rafe. “Well, well, well”.

“Took your sister’s advice I see”, your mom spoke up, “wise choice, we have some things to discuss”.

“Like what?”.

Your father cleared his throat before speaking, “Rafe was kind enough to bring it to our attention that you’ve been slumming it on the Southside lately. You know our rules, Y/n.”

You hummed, “Imagine that. Where’s your proof, Rafey?”.

He shook his head in amusement before showing the picture from earlier on his phone for you to see. Rafe held back a laugh watching your face drop, heat rising to your cheeks and the tips of your ears.

Your father spoke up again, “We told you to stay off the Cut, Y/n, and it was for a reason. You’re only as good as the company you keep. And if you keep hanging out with trash, you’re gonna get dirty”.

Rafe shrugged in agreement, sending you a look of fake sympathy. Of course it was typical for your parents to believe him. They always talked about wanting a son to take reign over the business after they retired, ending up with two daughters instead. Rafe was like the son they never had, and your parents probably adored Rafe more than his own did.

“Maybe you’ll learn your lesson over these next couple weeks alone”, your mother added, “because you can kiss Los Angeles goodbye. We can’t risk your outlandish behavior embarrassing us in front of the Richardson's and the entire state of California”.

Rafe let out a short whistle at her words that made your blood boil. “What the hell? But we go every year? As a family? You’re seriously going to punish me by making me stay here because of one party?”

“That’s just it, Y/n, it wasn’t just one party. Rafe informs us that this has been going on for weeks”, your father stated.

You rolled your eyes before starting again, “Whatever. So you’re just gonna leave me here to die alone in the hurricane in a few days then?”

“No, we aren’t that mean. You’ll stay with the Cameron's during the storm like usual when we leave town”, your mother answered. You rolled your eyes again at the circumstances before glaring at Rafe, to which he subtly winked, then headed to your room for the night.

The next few days passed quickly before the rest of your family’s bags were packed for their trip. You loathed in the constant boasting from your younger sibling, as she went on and on about how she was looking forward to the window seat on the plane, and all of the L.A. adventures you all normally had this time of year. And thanks to Rafe, you wouldn’t be indulging in any of it. The only memory you would have of this trip would be seeing the social media posts from your parents and some family friends, the Richardson's, as they had fun without you.

“The pantry and fridge are stocked, so you’ll find something to eat. Reminder that the security cameras will be on so don’t even think about sneaking out or having any parties”, your dad told you as you walked out to the car where the driver was packing up their luggage.

“Wasn’t planning on it”, you sent him a tight lipped smile, your arms folded across your chest.

“Cameron's have already agreed that you’ll stay with them when the storm hits. Be on your best behavior, I don’t want to hear anything bad, you understand?”

“Yes, sir”, you saluted unenthusiastically.

Your sister suddenly came up next to you, “Don’t worry sis, I’ll send you a postcard”

“Oh, goodie. Can’t wait”.

The next day, you grumbled as rain was heard tapping lightly on your window. You opened the blinds to see clouds filling the sky, before sighing at the thought of being stuck in a house with Rafe for who knows how long. Picking up your phone from the nightstand you saw a text from Sarah, ‘rise and shine hoe, lmk when you’re awake so i can pick you up before the storm hits’. You texted her back before taking a hot shower and preparing for your stay at the Cameron’s house.

“Sup, bitch”, Sarah yelled through your house a while later.

“Jesus, Sarah. I thought you were gonna wait in the driveway”

“Nah, I just remembered I have a key so I wanted to see if it still works”. You shook your head and laughed at her before meeting her downstairs. “Ready?”

“Not to see Rafe’s jackass”.

She laughed at your response before speaking again, “You know he’s only jealous, right? I heard all about his meeting with your parents the other day”.

You raised your eyebrows at her, “Jealous? Of what? He’s just a big jerk that likes to annoy me”

“He likes you, Y/n. He’s a simple-minded, male specimen desperately trying to get your attention”, she replied, satisfied with her logic.

You scoffed in response, “That’s ridiculous”

“See, even you don’t have a proper excuse. Don’t get me wrong, Y/n, I hate that it’s my brother we’re talking about here but the sexual tension between you two is painfully obvious.”

You hated to admit it, but there was some truth to her statement. Rafe was always gorgeous but you started noticing only months ago. Whether it was a new cologne he was wearing or the way his skin tanned delightfully, you noticed and it was embarrassing.

Although you never expressed this newfound desire for Rafe, you felt defeated that he was a weakness of yours, that was only growing by the day. Of course with the occasional argument like this one, but even then your heart couldn’t help but speed up around him or send butterflies to dance around in your stomach. And you hated it so much.

Shortly, you and Sarah arrived at Tanneyhill. You took in one last breath of the fresh, rain scented air before Rafe would be protecting invading your space. Just as you got settled in the guest bedroom, about to join Sarah for a Euphoria marathon, a double knock was heard at the slightly open door. “Come in!”, you announced, figuring it was Wheezie coming to say hi.

To your surprise, the delicious sight of Rafe’s tall frame stood in the doorway. At first you wanted to smile but then remembered you were mad at him, no matter how hot he looked. Crossing your arms you quickly spoke up, “What do you want?”.

He chuckled at your defensive nature before replying, “Why so serious, Y/n/n, this is my house after all. I think I have the right to know who’s staying in it.” You smiled sarcastically before going back to organizing some things in the dresser.

“Like I had a choice, Rafael. If it were up to me I’d be shopping on Melrose right now.”

“Ahh, you’re still mad about your recent travel ban, huh?”

“Well, I wouldn’t have been banned if you didn’t snitch to my parents, so I blame you”, you shrugged.

He scoffed, “I’m hardly to blame for any of this, you’re lucky you got away with it this long to be honest. It’s a bad look for business”.

“And you’re partying isn’t? It goes both ways, Rafe. Because I’m sure your dad would love to hear about your smoking and drinking. Then what? I bet your parents are so proud of you”, you turned to face him with a sly smile on your face.

His expression dropped at the mention of his father, which sent a small pang to both of your hearts. You were one who Rafe had trusted enough to confide in sometimes when things were rough between him and his family. You instantly regretted the words that came out of your mouth, realizing that the damage was already done.

Sure you both said and did things to piss the other off, but nothing was done with malicious intentions. And you were worried that those select words against him might damage your friendship with him long term. Silence came over the atmosphere for what felt like forever before looking at your phone on the dresser that went off.

A text from the Richardson’s daughter Natalia, who was your age. ‘Why aren’t you here babe? I miss you :( ’.

You smiled at her thoughtfulness before Rafe spoke again, “Who’s that? Your pogue boyfriend?”

“Natalia Richardson. Asking why I’m not there with the rest of the family”, you responded, choosing to ignore his last question.

“You should tell her that you’d be there if you could just keep your hands off of the less fortunate, huh, Y/n?”, he pursed his lips before storming off back to his room. You realized that your previous comment must have hurt him, or he probably wouldn’t have started with you again. Maybe he even would’ve apologized for his behavior.

Pranks amongst each other were common and you had pretty much forgiven him already, but you couldn’t rest easy knowing you intentionally hurt his feelings with something he opened up to you about in confidence. Now it was your turn to at least attempt to apologize, not ready to let your friendship go to shit over this and allow all trust to be ruined.

After only one episode of Euphoria, for some reason your argument with Rafe was still eating you up inside with guilt and you had to do something about it. Reluctantly, you got up and knocked on his bedroom door. You cleared your throat, “Rafe, it’s me”.

After a few seconds he opened the door in a black hoodie and soft, grey Nike shorts. His darker blonde hair looked like it had a tug-of-war game played on it, and his eyes were faintly red. Faint tear stains were noticeable on his prominent cheekbones, the sight alone breaking your heart knowing you were the cause of it.

He was silent as he stepped aside, motioning for you to come in. He shut the door behind you before standing in front of you with his hands in his pockets. “I’m really sorry, Rafe. I didn’t mean what I said and I hate myself for saying it in the heat of the moment”, you looked up to make eye contact with him so could take you somewhat serious.

He nodded before breaking his silence, “Thanks, Y/n/n”, he sighed before continuing, “I guess I owe you an apology too. I shouldn’t have put myself in your business like that and I’m sorry. I-I don’t know why I did it”.

“Are you sure you don’t know why or you’re just afraid to tell me?”, you spoke lowly.

He avoided eye contact with you, “It’s not uh- it’s not that easy”, Rafe cleared his throat to punctuate his statement. Rain came down hard outside of the home, increasing the tension of the moment.

“Fine”, you spoke out before turning around to leave his room. He lightly grabbed you but his grip was strong enough to hold you back.

“No, we gotta talk this out or it’s never gonna be fixed”.

“Okay, well answer this for me. Why were you so concerned about who I hang out with?”

“They aren’t good for you, Sarah either but she doesn’t listen to me. Those boys, JJ especially, are in and out of the county jail every week”, he emphasized, “And you were all over him like it’s no big deal! Please tell me you haven’t stooped so slow to start dating that loser”.

You raised your voice to match his, “For the record, JJ and I are only friends. And you don’t know what’s good or bad for me, Rafe. Why the hell do you even care?”, his heart hurt at your words, if only you knew the truth. Once again, he couldn’t muster a reasonable explanation and his mouth ran dry. “Maybe you are jealous after all? Is that it?”

“Why would I be jealous of a pogue-”

“Because you already have everything made blah, blah, blah, yes Rafe, I get it. But the one thing JJ had that night that you didn’t was me. So am I right?”

He nodded his head in thought before sighing, running a hand through his hair and moving closer to you. “So what if it is? Is that so bad, Y/n? Is it so bad that I want you? T-that I know you better than you know yourself, or just want to care for you because I know I can do it a hell of a lot better than JJ or anyone else can?”

You could’ve sworn the sound of your heart beating was louder than the rain at that point, and for once you were speechless at his confession. Rafe looked above and around you, pacing his room a bit before speaking again, but this time with more nervousness. “Is it so bad I want you to look at me that way? Or hug me like you do them? Or even give me half the time of day just to- to talk I don’t know-”.

In one swift motion you strolled over to him and cut off his nervous rambling by crashing your lips to his passionately. He immediately kissed you back and you could’ve just about exploded with happiness right then and there. One of your hands was tangled in his hair, the other slung around his neck as he cupped your face with one hand and held your waist with the other. You both pulled back in utter breathlessness, foreheads pressed together as you both smiled like fools.

You almost forgot what he said previously until you broke the comfortable silence, “It’s not bad, ‘cause I feel it too. In case the kiss wasn’t clear enough”, you pecked his lips once more to which he genuinely laughed a little for the first time in a while.

“So... will you be mine then?”, he searched your eyes hopefully.

“Of course. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this”, you closed your eyes and smiled in bliss before pressing a chaste kiss to his jawline.

“You and me both, princess”, he let out a sigh of relief. Disrupting your long awaited moment, movement was heard outside of the door. Rafe quickly rushed over to open it to see who was spying before Sarah, Topper, and Wheezie all came toppling down onto the floor.

“Hey... this is Rafe’s room!”, Wheezie tried to cover up.

Topper then spoke up after her, scratching his head “Uhh.. yeah! Who knew...?”

“Very funny, guys. Now get out. And no more spying, go”, Rafe ordered.

“You owe me $20, Wheeze,” Topper told the younger girl on their way out.

“We told you they were gonna get together sooner or later”, Sarah winked at you dramatically before pulling the door closed.

The rest of the day was spent tangled up with Rafe, watching movies and just talking to each other without insults being spat towards one another for once. The sound of rain sent you both into a slumber, at peace with the connection that you found in each other at last.

'Cause after the storm's

When the flowers bloom

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a/n: ahhh this was my first writing that made me actually feel things, i love it so much. let me know your thoughts pretty pleasee!!!

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g-lbertblythe · 5 years ago

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Television Heaven // Rafe Cameron

Summary: As the each day passes, you fall for Rafe Cameron solemnly and irretrievably.

A/N: This song made me think of Rafe. Actually, I was thinking of Rafe then I started to listen to this one. Anyway, I was planning on something different but it got out of control. So it has really nothing to do with the song. Hope you enjoy anyway.

It might contain grammar and spelling mistakes cuz it's not my native language.

Every move you made, you made after long considerations, with caution. You questioned every little detail, calculating every probable outcome so strictly, sometimes you end up missing the chance to carry it into action. Just because you didn't want to find yourself in a situation that would make you embarrass and hurt yourself or just would make you feel something, you always choose the right and short way to do things. The logical one but the one no flowers grow. You held yourself back when you encountered with something so beautiful that may change your life, you just refused it, ignored it because you wouldn't know what to do with it. You ran away from anything in sight that may make you an idiot for doing it or make you weak, helpless; therefore you stayed away from anything unsolvable, complicated even. You didn't know everytime you ran away, you come closer the edge of falling apart. You've lived your life so guardedly, you've actually never lived. You come to understand that you never made any effect on your life, never pushed the buttons of the controlling panel of your life although you always tried to keep everything on your control. You didn't make things happened, things only happened to you. The day you became aware of this ugly truth, you also discovered a hole inside you. A hole which you use to suffocate any heavy, intense sensation you might feel. Now, it was the one taking control of you.

Lately, everyone around you was able to notice that something's wrong with you. Changed, you looked like you were fading away. You were disappearing more and more, the each day you realize the things you didn't do or things you wanted to say but never said. Because any time you don't say what you wanna say, you die a little. And you died very. Reminiscing the moments you stole from yourself pushed you an edge and you were standing the very edge, unsteady. One day you lose your balance, you start falling and you've been falling since.

The strong liquor on your lips never dried, you kept sipping one after another. You were never drunk on life before, you might actually get drunk at least. You were tired of filling your glass constantly, you left the glass on Camerons' table and head for the bottle.

"Are you okay?" Kiara asks hesitantly. She noticed something was off recently but she didn't think it will last this long. Normally nothing would affect you so long. But now, something in your eyes was missing and she didn't know what was it. She wanted to help you but didn't know how because you never needed any help before.

"Yeah, " you smiled to her slightly so she could see you can still do it and it was okay. The problem was your lips and your eyes didn't match. "You?"

She just nodded as an answer but the suspicions she had was still there. She didn't want you to be alone so when you refused to hang out at the beach with the rest of the gang, she came with you to the kitchen. But you knew, she wanted to be out there so you should gett her off the hook.

"Hey, " you said to draw her attention. "Let's head outside. I am bored here sitting."

"You sure?" She asked. "You wanted to come inside?"

You smiled, forcibly, lately every smile you gave was like that. "Yes. It turned out to be a bad idea. "

"Okay, " she said when she got up, you had to also. She was ready to walk away before you stopped her. "I'm going to hit the bathroom first. You go. "

She looked at you unsurely. "I'll wait."

You laughed, you were a little lightheaded from standing up swiftly but you didn't drink enough to get drunk yet. But she thought you were. You wished you were too. "I can pee just okay without you waiting, Kie. Tell them I'm coming and determined to drink whatever out there."

Eventually, she ended up leaving you and as soon as she was gone, you let yourself fall on the sofa again. You just needed few minutes before you head outside.

The Pogues have started becoming the huge part of your life not so long ago. You think the awareness hit you just after you met them because they were the most animated people you've met. They were full of spirit although some of their lives weren't always bed of roses, still they managed the find attraction and beauty in other things. You admired them before, now you envied.

The cold hit you as soon as you stepped outside but you liked feeling the breeze on your bare arms. The cold was all you feel anyway. You knew exactly where your friends at, before worrying Kiara any longer, you made your way to them before you saw of a guy that one beer bottle in his hand and the other hand in his pocket. Watching your friend from afar. You pushed the urge of considering if you should go near him or not. You were going because you didn't go so many times before.

"Hey, " you let him know of your arrival. His upper body moves to face you only to see you looking at him with your unfinished bottle on your hand. He turned back to keep watching his sister and the junk she brought along with her. He never ever liked them and he never will but he had to behave because his father told him to. Rafe could only behave himself to a certain extent. He tried to stop himself making their life like hell but failed so many times that you forgot how many times you had to stop himself from hurting your new friends. He was mad at Sarah bringing them into your lives and he was mad at you for joining in this quest and defying him about this matter. You knew Rafe felt like the Pogues were the ones blame for everything that goes wrong in his life and almost anything he does and and he has goes wrong. Yet he was almost sure they were guilty of everything that happened. He had a temper and an addiction that makes it worse. He was confused and lost in so many ways, he was all over the place. Regarding the fact he wants do right by his family, friends and by you, he always and always ends up doing the worst of there is. Rafe's choices was never right and until that moment, you couldn't picture yourself being jealous of him because still, he had a say in what he had done with his life. The kind of life you regret having maybe, however with the pills mostly, he thinks nobody has it right but him.

Rafe was angry at his father, at himself and at you. He was angry at everything. He no longer knew what has left for him anymore. He has never received anything from his father but the disappointment he caused him. The things used to be his now was taken over by others. His part of the island, his so called values, his friends even and you too. Rafe knew you for so long although you were almost distant with everybody, you shared a huge deal of time together. Mostly because you had close family relationships and Kooks hanged out together all the time until his little sister violates that rule.

"Your new friends turned you into an alcoholic, huh?"

He said coldly as possible, still bitter about you stood between him and JJ Maybank and chose him over him. Well, he didn't expect you to be on his side because you would never. You had principles or some kind of shit he lacks, however he didn't expect you to be on his side too.

"My oldest friends couldn't turn me into an crackhead, I thought I might as well try this one." You said, trying to sound as cold as him but you couldn't make it last so long. "You look like you hadn't drown yourself in snow."

He faced you. "Yet."

You smiled looking at the ground and it was a real one. Rafe was frustrated to so many and sometimes to you but you like to talk to him sometimes. All the time, probably. You didn't know exact amount because you started avoiding being around him for too long after sometime in your life. Because you felt your heart pounding in your chest in a way that so weird as he talks to you and looks at you a little too long. You couldn't take the risk of acknowledging that feeling and letting it grow.

"No lectures about how I shouldn't do it?" Rafe asked you surprisedly. Because he wouldn't hear the end of it generally.

"Would you take them seriously?" You said. Somehow, you felt like grinning like a idiot and you didn't stop yourself from doing it. You asked him, one brow lifted up, playfully. Not like the times you fake being playfull. For real.

As you talk to him, he was about to forget he was mad at you. He grinned at your way. "Nah."

And the way he smiled it was so deadly, but he felt so heavenly just like that.

"You see, I've learned my lessons." You say to him and he just shrugges.

Rafe wasn't the type to approach people with an passive aggressive attitude. He would go with full active. But tonight, what he felt the most was so sickening feeling like sorrow but not, destructive one like hatred which he usually feels most. Therefore he looked calmer outside but the war was going inside his mind and his chest. Yeah sometimes even he had one of those melancholic days.

You felt uneasy as he wasn't even looking at your way to answer. It was like you didn't get what you came here for. He just stood there, making you wondering what he was thinking of at the moment.

Your eyes caught JJ, looking worried as his eyes searched for you in the crowd then they found you. He paced towards to you, seeing Rafe, he thought you might need to be saved from him. "Hey, where've you been?" He asked you after he sent brief glares to Rafe and he recieved the same ones in return. "We were waiting for you."

Rafe felt so regarded before by everyone else, he knew you would have gone. Again.

"You coming?" JJ had to ask as you didn't say anything.

"I think I'll stay here for now. " You sounded so clear that although Rafe was surprised that you wanted to stay, he didn't think he heard you wrong.

"Are you sure?" He said and couldn't stop himself from looking at Rafe. Rafe hated that look and the way he was being protective of you like he would hurt you.

"She said she'll stay, didn't she? Beat it."

JJ turned to Rafe, his jaw clenching in anger. "I don't remember talking to you man. " He sounded hostile as possible.

As Rafe took a step towards to him, JJ was also ready to pick up another fight so he didn't hold himself back.

"Hey, hey!" You had to step in and pushed them away from each other but it was hard because they were always so willing to beat each other up.

"I'm tired of doing this again and again. " You left your hand on Rafe's chest but didn't move the one on JJ's, the one also holding the bottle. He didn't have much common sense either but still was better than Rafe. "I'm sorry to ditch you guys but I need to talk to Rafe."

JJ had seconds thoughts but he left you eventually. Rafe went back to being silent and didn't even ask you what was you wanted to talk him although he wondered.

"You had to be the alpha, didn't you?" You asked just to hear him answering.

"This is my house, I am the fucking alpha here." He spits nearly. He tried his everything to not make a scene but it was a hard battle he had fought inside. You couldn't keep your eyes off of him, the way he's so annoyingly silent and the way he looks so mad but hurt at the same time was confusing you. You couldn't know you either hate him or hug him so tightly that he should never feel broken again. You knew all he did, he did it to make everyone around you to love him.

"Are you angry with me?"

"Is this what you wanted talk about?" He stares at you, answering your question bothers him so he doesn't.

"No." You said. No use of him confirming his anger, it was obvious.

"Just cut the to chase then. Your boyfriend waits for you."

You reached for the cup in his hands and it took him by surprise. "He's not my boyfriend." You said as his eyes widened by the sudden move from you, trailed your hand until you threw the cup to the ground. Then they turned to see your expression to figure out what you up to. You were a little too close.

"What are you doing?" He asked slightly angrily, slightly astonishedly. His pink, soft lips moved so beautifully, you had hard times focusing on his eyes.

"I want you to be sober for this."

You smiled as you grabbed his hand that held the cup the seconds ago. He was baffled by your soft touch, something was different about you tonight.

You pulled him with you and he didn't move at first as he tried to make sense of what you are doing. This was as strange to him as it was to you because your remember how many times you avoided being close to him. When you were talking to him casually or you were fighting with him, you felt so uncomfortable when you get too close to him. He was like this stunning and mesmerizing thing you felt his energy all over you but if you touched him or stay too close, you would get burned. How many times you wanted to hug him, hold his hand, pat his shoulders but you just didn't...

"What are you doing?" He asked, you had a loose grip on his hand and as you two moved swiftly, he was scared that it might break off. "Where are we going Y/N?"

"Be patient just for once."

And he had to be, however he never liked not knowing what's coming for him.

"Are you drunk?" Rafe said as soon as you stopped in front of him, making it to your destination. His eyes wandered around the balcony to see If there's something he sould notice but he's missing. But there were only you and him.

You rolled at your eyes the fact everyone's assuming you're drunk when you never felt so sober and wide awake before until now.

"No, Rafe. I am not." You even left your bottle at the beach.

"Why did you bring me here?"

You had to let go of his hands but your eyes never left his face. There was something with him that you could never understand before. You look at him and never want to see anything else. You could watch him for hours and days and still wouldn't want to look away. How foolish you would sound if you said these out loud.

Rafe waited for an answer but all you did was stare at him blankly.

"Why are you being weird Y/N? You high?"

You walked towards to the edge and left him behind you but turned away to see him, leaning back on the parapets. You had this idiotic smile on your face that just can't go away when you see him. You kept it hidden all this time but no longer fight the feeling.

"No. I am not drunk. I am not high. How many times I have to repeat myself?" You didn't sound sarcastic or angry, on the contrary Rafe found your tone extremely cheerful and it left more confused with the the situation.

"But you don't seem that way. " He admitted. The girl he knows was earnest, restrained and would do what what expected from her. It was annoying to him time to time because you were perfect example people-his father- gives when how he should be like. You were decent and kind, type of person who knows what to say to the people older than you. You were more relaxed and fun when you were with close friends. He liked that you could do it many ways but he always found you hard to get to. You would only let people in -or only him to the some point and would just go ice after that point. You were sharp with your words too If you wanted to and would know where to hurt when you want to hurt somebody but you only did to him once or twice. Probably they were the only times you actually went so cruel with anybody and Rafe was the only person could enrage anyone despite of how calm this person is. Rafe thought you had a side that you kept in secret and he was aware and impressed by that.

Now, you stood there, your hands on the parapets and your head tilted to your side with a small smile on the corner of your lips. You didn't look that weird but the energy you radiate was most peculiar.

He looked up and down. "You seem different."

The way he sound was like a melody. "How come?"

He only shrugged his shoulders and watched you giggle, breaking the silent night with it. You didn't know why you did it, it just got out of you.

Rafe took a step towards you, his eyes squinted with worry. "Are you okay?"

"Oh my God, could you just stop it? I am fine Rafe. "

"Then speak. Why did you bring me here? You're acting insane as fuck." He was impatient now and you were a little upset he thinks you are insane. So being out of your character just for a night and even he thinks you're insane. Your mood was spoiled.

"You can leave If you want. I didn't bring you here to fight. "

You sounded hurt and he couldn't comprehend how did you get too sensitive. You would scream at each other and you wouldn't even fling.

"Okay," he said to ease the tension. "Just tell me why are we here."

His words didn't bring your cheerful attitude back but you still continued. "Do you remember the summer two years ago? You and Sarah stayed here when Rose and your dad went to Caribbean's along with Wheezie?"

Rafe nodded slowly, wondering about why the hell you were bringing this up. "Yeah, we threw the biggest party this island has ever seen." He said little proud with himself.

He hoped the way he chuckles would make you all giggly again but you kept a straight face.

"It had started as fancy party at first. Sarah and I really wanted it to be like Midsummers because we wanted to feel like grownups in our fancy clothes." You smiled softly with remembering all of this. "And Topper was down with the idea because he wanted attention from Sarah. We even convinced you to it."

"And I remember we end up trashing the house at the end of the night though. "

"It was a mess." you said with a small smile that was gone so quickly. You approached to him slowly, with a serious look on your face that finally resembles to your normal self. "Do you remember you put on your dad's tuxedo and it was short for you because you became a giant that year?"

Rafe nodded firmly he was nervous of your serious expression. Now, you were only a step ahead of him and you were searching for something in him that he had no idea what. "I do." He brows squinted. "I had to take it off."

" You put on your ball cap when everyone wore a bow-tie." You smiled sadly, when you remember it hurt how good he looked that night. You'd remember him like that way forever.

"You were too drunk that night. I don't think you remember and it probably didn't matter to you," you cleaned your lips with your tongue. "We were here, alone, and you told me I looked beautiful in my sundress that night."

You felt a warn sensation on your cheek and your vision got blurred before you realize you are crying. You didn't know why because you finally felt so relieved you got this out of your chest. "And I couldn't forget that moment how much I tried to. "

Tears kept falling from your eyes, not matter how hard you tried to keep them in. You were tired from deceiving yourself about Rafe and pretending like you don't feel the way you do. Keeping this hidden from him and yourself. And you hated that you're crying and being so emotional and vulnerable now.

You wiped the tears and able to stop yourself although when you finally managed to look at Rafe, your vision wasn't all clear.

He looked at you as If you are not real. When you didn't get any reaction from Rafe, you were ready to drown yourself in bottles. You couldn't believe how stupid and naive you became in a week. This was the reason you never told him. This was the situation you didn't want to put yourself in. Just like that, a tear warmed your cheek again.

Rafe reached for your cheek, cupped it in his hand hesitantly. His heart shattered when you cried. And it was because of him. His hands left you naked, staring at him and wishing you were dead.

"How can you like me?" He asked, the words didn't almost make it out of his mouth and you weren't able to see his blurry blue eyes because of your own.

You cried a little more to his words. It hurt you how he thought he was unlovable. Yes he was mean, confused and a total mess but he was so much more. Maybe he didn't knew what to say or what to do all the time, maybe everything he did was wrong but he had good intentions. He was damaged and wounded by so many places. He was chaotic, problematic and it was probably wrong to mant to like him. Yes it was hard to love him but you did love him with every inch of your body and soul. You put your hand on his cheek and his skin underneath your palm was the smoothest things you ever touched before.

"You're beautiful, Rafe." You said and you just didn't know how to explain the way you feel. It was too much, too powerful.

"No." He stepped back, shaking his head side to side. He just couldn't believe you. You... of all people, knew how bitter he is and liked him? You were amazing and breathtaking in so many ways, you could do so much more and deserve so much better. And he was wretched soul, not even his father loved him. How could you possibly do?

"Don't fuck with me, okay?" He was angry at you playing with his mind like this. You were being cruel again, hitting where it hurts. "You don't." He said it like it is impossible for someone to love him because somehow, it was for everybody around him.

"I do."

He looked at you like you committed an unspeakable crime. Like you were trying to deceive him into that he has what he always seeked for. "Don't fucking lie to me. You don't." He said and a tear fell from his eyes. "You.." he had to take a deep breath to continue. You... A creation that is above him. "You can't."

If he only knew how he made you feel. If he knew how many times you pushed back the thoughts of him when they suddenly came to you and made your days unbearable. How you convinced yourself that he doesn't mean anything to you and felt sick in your stomach when you saw him with another girl and wished it was you instead. He had a possession in your heart without his knowledge and today was the day that part declared its freedom.

"But I do, Rafe. I spent so much thinking that it's nothing, thinking it is wrong, but I just do. I don't care if it is anymore, Rafe. I always tried to do what's right, it got me nowhere. If this is wrong, then I don't wanna be right."

You brushed his hair back and he was breathing heavily in your face. "Don't push me away." You whispered. "Please."

"I might never be this brave again." You kissed him, slowly made your lips as one. His skin burned you when his lips felt like heaven. When he gently kissed you back, you felt like nothing in this world could make you feel better than this.

Although you needed him more than the air your lungs lacked, you had to pull away. Your breaths melded with each other and now you got a taste of it, you didn't want to stop. Your lips once more was intertwined with his and they danced softly on yours. As your movements became more passionate, he followed you replacing his hands on both of your cheeks and pushing himself closer to you as if that was even an option, If it were, you'd do it sooner.

You wanted more and more. The scary truth that's been invading thoughts had no chance of fighting with the desire you were burning with. Him not loving you back as you do love him would kill you tomorrow but tonight you were born again.

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