lift you up

She was not awake enough to fight with her or really talk, “I’m to tired to talk, I worked from 9 til about two hours ago sooo, I’m a little tired is it like die or talk to me?” she mumbled into her pillow. “Harley you come into my apartment this earlier in the morning and want to talk- have you lost your damn mind? That is all I want, sex I don’t feel like having conversations with the girl’s I sleep with? I like sex, I like sex a lot I want sex more often than I want money but you just want to fucking talk like we’re a couple. Haven’t you realized I sleep, work, fuck and repeat. Talking is not in that mix unless you fucked me so good that i want to cuddle afterward…sorry that is not this time right now.”

             "It's not even that I want to fucking talk, Tracie. It's the fact that I don't want to continuously waste my breath arguing with you over the stupidest things. Like, it's literally always over nothing. --I get that you want sex all the time, by all means have sex all the time; but I'm not like that. Whatever, Tracie. I really don't see a fucking point in arguing or talking to you because it's pointless. I'm just trying to be your friend and you're just not willing to let that happen. --I never said that we were a couple, we're far from that. I don't want to waste my time chasing after a girl who doesn't even want to give me the time of day if I don't have my mouth on her clit, or my fingers in her cunt. --There is never a good time for you. I'm done, Tracie."

Tracie stopped sleeping well since she realized she was stuck in her bed alone. Hugging a pillow was as good as it got for her. She pushed Harley out and the girl actually left, leaving Tracie alone which for the first time she didn’t like it at all. Tracie whimpered in her sleep feeling someone touching her. “Stop it.” she mumbled her eyes flutter opening seeing Harley. “What do you want?” she groaned pushing herself away from the girl, being stubborn.

        "I want to talk and not fight." She whispered, not bothering to try and bring the other closer again because she clearly didn't want it. "All we do is argue Tracie, and I don't know why, nor do I care; I just want it to stop. All I want you to do is talk to me and tell me what's going on if there is anything going on. --Why are you acting like this with me, I don't understand. All it ever feels like is you want me for sex and as soon as I mention anything else, you push me away." Harley let out a sigh as she sat up on the bed. "What do you want from me?"

"Fucking love these little schoolgirl uniforms you girls wear here." Zayn murmured, putting his bottom lip between his teeth.

"They're actually like the least comfortable thing on the planet. --I'd rather walk around naked."

"Well then, Harley- you know where the door is."

      "Really, Trace?"

"You want to fuck me, yet I’m just fucking standing here. Stop fucking talking about it and just do it damnit."

       "No, I don't want to anymore."