His POV
I open my sore eyes
And
Hold my pulsating head.
I feel something soft splayed over my arm.
Clarity.
She's in fetus position,
cuddled in my arms.
Looking like an absolute angel.
My mates are all asleep on the couch.
Bottles are scattered on the floor
and
A half smoked joint lays in the middle of the coffee table.
I check the time,
11:11.
My dad should be home soon and the house is a mess,
and smells like weed.
Fuck me. (A/N: have you seen the vid where he plays Sex on the roof?)
I gently awaken my baby with the face straight out of a magazine.
"Clar?"
"Yeah," she mutters looking up at me
"Babe, you need to go home and you smell like chocolate"
She sniffs her shirt and frowns "True. Matty what time is it?"
"11:11"
"I wish we could enjoy this moment some more but I seriously need to get home"
I nod at her and we get up.
I walk over to wake up the boys.
They all groan.
"Guys, seriously! My dad will be home any minute and we need to clean up"
They lug themselves off the couch
and G looks over at Clar.
"You staying the night, love?"
"Nope. I have to go like right now"
The boys walk over to her and engulf her in a group hug.
"Bye," they tell her.
"I'll text you later, Clar" I say as I pick up an empty beer bottle.
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A/N: Sorry this is kinda crap, I had major writer's block .-.
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Cravings (discontinued)
FanfictionCRAV•ING ˈkrāviNG/ noun a powerful desire for something. ----- Clarity craves to find the love and purpose she lost along with her father Matthew craves to find something more in life that he can hold on to. Something that will make him feel alive a...
