Dice [h.s.]

6

a/n: I like to imagine Kennedy drives to the song above:)

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"Remember, that dream was planted in your heart for a reason." -Unknown

Have you ever wondered why we dream? My mom always told me it was a way of our brains warning us. Does that mean that our worst nightmare will come true?

Lips. His lips were what met mine. I don't know what this feeling was, but I never wanted it to stop. His puckered pink lips pushed against mine, moving perfectly in sync. His tongue slipped into my mouth, rubbing and playing filthily with mine. The sour taste of whiskey coated his tongue, hitting my taste buds without hesitation. I ran my fingers through his brown curls, pulling him closer by the collar of his white button up.

His ring cluttered hand squeezed my ass cheek, making a quiet moan leave my mouth. I don't know why I stopped myself from ever fucking this man. He was perfect, in every way. All that temptation that was built up, just to stop myself from this bliss. I was only hurting myself in the end. His lips on mine were so intoxicating. I swear you could ask me my name and I couldn't tell you. That's how engulfed I was.

His strong cologne was all I could smell as his hands wandered up my body, pulling the hem of my shirt up and off. His hands attached to my hair, yanking my head down. I dropped my head back, parting my lips as his attached onto my neck. He bit and kissed my skin, releasing rough grunts and gently moans from the back of his throat.

He kissed up my neck and brought my head back up. He smacked his lips against mine more harsher than before. More eager and with more passion. All I wanted was him inside of me. I didn't care about the consequences right now, all I wanted was him.

"Kennedy." The raspy british voice whispered into my ear. I didn't even realize he had broken our kiss.

"Yes?" I panted out.

"Kennedy." The voice was more high pitched, almost similar to Natalie's. Why was Natalie here?

"Kennedy!" Natalie's voice screamed, throwing a pillow at my face jolting me awake.

"What! I'm up! I'm up!" I groaned, pulling the pillow off the top of my face and rolling over.

"We're gonna be late if you don't get your lazy ass up. I'll be in the living room." Natalie sighed and stomped out of the room.

I rolled myself out of my bed, cracking a few bones as I stood up straight. It's only the third day and I feel like I'm doing a nine to five job. I waddled into my bathroom, flicking the light switch on and watching the room light up.

I ran water over my face, trying to wake myself up more than Natalie had already. I hate mornings with a passion, especially when I'm on a schedule. I dried my face with the towel beside my sink and looked up into the mirror.

My black hair was in a completely fucked up messy bun. I had mascara left over from yesterday's club experience and it was all over my face. My blue eyes were puffy and looked like I had cried. I did cry over how stupid I am.

Stupid over thinking I could even think about liking Harry Styles. Speaking of Harry, what was that dream about? Was my brain trying to fuck with me? I think it wants me to cry some more. Ya know, add a little salt to the wound. Make it sting a little bit more than it already does.

I hopped in the shower in hopes that it would stop my devilish thoughts about my "boss." Intense quotation marks around the word boss. The shower was calming to say the least. It distracted me for a bit, feeling the smoldering hot water burn my cold skin.