Forgotten

Chapter Eleven

Jessie's POV

"Stop being stupid, Dan" I said as I hit him with my pillow.

"Ouch that hurt, Jess" He pouts. 

I lean in and kiss his lips gently, I feel him smirking into the kiss.

"Better?" I say as I pull away.

"No"

"Maybe you need some ice on it," I get up and walk to the kitchen, opening the freezer and taking the ice out. I walk back in with my hands behind my back and a straight face.

"W-what are you doing babe?" he asked a little on edge.

"I'm getting some ice for you"

"No babe, stop! -STOP!" I rubbed the ice over his shoulders and top chest before I dump the rest down his shirt.

"Now i'm cold." He moaned as he slid his shirt off. "Come here"

He put his hands on my waist and pulled me closer to him. I rested my head in the crook of his neck without realising how cold he was.

"Your freezing, Dan. What shall we do to warm you up?" I say softly pulling back so I am now looking him in the eyes.

"I heard that physical body activity heats the body up" He winks, as his hands begin playing with the hem of my top.

"So then," I smirk, "do you want to go to the gym to workout?" I giggle

He just stares at me, I know this look because i've seen it before.

"Well if you can't think of anything better to do..." I say walking towards the door. He grabbed my hand and pulled me down to the bedroom.

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I sit up, gasping for air.

That couldn't have just happened again. I try and calm my breathing down.

This is what I never wanted to happen again, they feel to real.

I can't stop thinking about it, or him. That's when it hit me. The alcohol downstairs.

I sneak downstairs and through the living room into the kitchen. The telly was still on even though it is the middle of the night.

I grab the first bottle I see and return upstairs. I sit down on my bed and place the bottle in front of me.

Vodka.

I unscrew the bottle and take a quick swag. It burned its way down my throat but after a few more gulps it got better. Almost half the bottle was gone now.

I heard a loud noise outside which making me jump, I split almost all the liquid so there was only a few sips left.

I slip my pajama shirt off and replace it with another one. I grabbed the bottle and realised I didn't get a good enough buzz so I drank the remain and snuck back downstairs.

I put the bottle down on the counter top and turned to go to the cupboard.

"Hey Jessie" Danny says sleeply as he wanders into the kitchen.

He looks so damn hot, he is in plaid pajama bottoms with no shirt on. His beanie which was holding his hair back was hanging off his head.

"Why are you up so late?" he asked as he walked over to the fridge but before he could get there I spun him around.

"J-"  He begins.

I cut him off before he can continue by pressing my lips against his. I felt an electric spark shoot through me. He backs me up against the fridge. I let my hands rest on the back of his neck slightly gripping his hair as his hands explore my waist.

I expect him to jerk me off him, but to my suprise he moves his lips back against mine. I feel my hands move to his bare chest.

He pulls away and he begins to kiss the soft spot on my neck. How did he know where it was?

Good guess.

He gently nips at the area which makes me moan quietly.

Then I hear him take a deep inhale and his entrie body freeezes.

Sh*t. He's just realised what we were doing.

"Have you been drinking?" The question catches me off-guard and I don't reply. Only giving him a confused look. "You stink of vodka" He states.

My eyes travel to look at the empty bottle on the side, it's all silent until he turns to see where I was looking. He grabs the bottle.

"You drank all of this?!" He started to shout and his eyes became wide with horror.

"No!" I said too quickly, so I continue "I split some" that sounded more like a question, oh God.

"How the f*ck are you still standing?!" he asks as he slammed the bottle back down on the counter shaking his head.

"Danny I-"

"F*ck it! Just go lay down because you'll end up throwing up or passing out in a minute" he says as he drops his head in the arms on the counter.

"F*ck you too!" I shout and grab another bottle and jog back to my room.

I knew it.

He doesn't care about me. He never has.

How will I explain this in the morning?

***AUTHORS NOTE***

Sorry this chapter didn't really suit Jessie and Danny but I wanted to add some drama. And wow, nearly 1,000 reads on this story! Thank you so much, it means lots! I should be updating again tonight :)

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