Falling for You

July 1996

Song - All I Wanted by Paramore

- smut starts at the *

The album recording was nearly done. It wasn't taking that long since we already had a huge amount of songs. Yet I felt a little sad. Though this was my dream it was tearing me apart from my love.

He seemed frustrated too, with his work getting busier we only saw each other at most twice a week and it was torture. On one of these rare spend all day together days in his living room, biggie smalls playing in the background while I made tea he said randomly;
"Do you wanna live together?"
"What?" I came in from the kitchen shocked.
"Like move in together. That way we can see each other every morning and every night."
"Oh Tim." I walked over to him.

"We can't."
He sat up from his lazy lying position. I sat on the arm of his sofa.
"Whattaya mean we can't?"
"You need to stay here because of the studio so you can't move into mine, and I can't move in here because your only here for a year." I explained calmly. "I'd loose my place when you went back."

"Woah woah woah. What do you think's gonna happen when my year's up? Do you think we're just gonna break up?"
"I-" I didn't know how to respond.
"Oh my god you do!"
"No Tim I just, I don't know...what do you think's gonna happen?" I said louder.

"We go back to New York."
"We?" I shouted.
"Yeah cause I didn't think we were breaking up!" He shouted back staring at me.

"Are you really just expecting me to move to New York with you? Leave all my friends and job-"
"You can write music anywhere!"
"I've got a deal down at that club you know that! Plus that would mean asking all of my band mates to move just because I'm a selfish brat who needs dick on the weekends It's not fair Timothée!"

As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted it. I breathed heavily as the anger turned to sadness.
He looked speechless.
"Oh Timmy I didn't mean that-" I sat down next to him and hugged his side.
"That's all I am to you just some dick?" He said, hurt.
"No Tim I was caught up in the moment you mean so much-"
"Cut the crap y/n if you didn't mean it you wouldn't have said it!" He jeered.

"No Timmy I didn't I really-"
"Just get out!"
"Cmon Timmy we can talk this out-" I begged.
"Get out!" He shoved me off him.
I collected myself, got my shoes and coat then left.

I cried on my way down the stairs regretting what I'd said and how I'd went about the whole situation.
I didn't want to break up, I didn't wanna hurt him but I also didn't think I could move to New York.

Over the next week every call I left was unanswered and every message went ignored. We hadn't even any closure as to whether we'd even broken up or were just in a fight and I was desperate to speak to him.

I left another message currently at 22:45 Saturday.

Beeep

Y - Hey Timmy it's y/n again. I really wanna talk to you. I really miss you. I want you to know that I never meant what I said I'm so fucking dumb. Please at least give me some closure. I don't wanna break up, I don't wanna be in a fight. Please gimme a call and we can-

T - Hey.

Y - Oh Timothée. Hi.

T - You wanna come over?

Y - Yes, absolutely I can be there in fifteen minutes.

T - Great.

Short and sweet but I was guessing he had a lot to say. I wiped my running mascara and put on some more appealing clothing along with the rose necklace he bought me in Paris.

*

I knocked on the door and Timothée pulled me in kissing me immediately.
Okay so maybe not a lot to say I thought. He shut the door slamming me against it and kissing me. He pulled back.
"Is this okay?"
"Yuh huh." I barely managed out.

He began to tear off my clothing throwing it on the floor.
"Uh Timmy."
"Ssshhh." He said putting a finger to my lips then lifting me too his bed.
He practically threw me on the bed and got a condom from the drawer, putting it on.

I took off the rest of my clothes trying to match his hurried pace.
He leant over me holding my legs apart.
"Can I?"
"Yeah."
He pushed himself inside me letting out a relieved moan before he started thrusting into me and grabbing at my flesh.

"Oh Timothée." I moaned and yet again he shushed me. I felt a little embarrassed but I was so happy we were getting back together I ignored it. He didn't touch my clit but I let it slide. Maybe I wouldn't cum but at least he was inside me, that's all I wanted.

He let out heavy breaths and grunts until he came moaning my name. He fell beside me on his bed. I felt very happy in that moment. I rolled over and tried to hug him. He gently pushed me back.
"Eh eh," he said "I'm just dick to you, remember?"

A/N : Nothing like an argument to spice up a story.