[ description: Hazel Abernathy has known Freddie Highmore physically, and has also come to the realization that she loves him. her biggest fear? him not loving her back. but that's all about to change... ]

D R I V E -

F R E D D I E
H I G H M O R E

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"The best part of knowing is the acknowledgement of the unexpected."

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   You could say that we hated each other, because it is true that we aren't the closest of friends, but we were the best of lovers. Whenever he held me, kissed me or even spoke to me, it was like paradise. 

    I knew him by name, but never of his true self. He knew me by my body, by the way I lured him into a sexual conduct. We knew each other through touch; through benefits. 

   It was midnight, the rain fell against the window. I was in my cot, the thunder and lightning gave my arms goosebumps. 

I took out my phone, typing away as the message sent to the person I needed to comfort me through the storm. 

  Come to my place, I need you.

 He replied with a text saying he'd be there in a minute. I sighed, growing impatient. 

  He opened my front door, slamming it shut as he walked to the only place he knew I'd be. Once my bedroom door opened, I sat up with my mouth agape. There he stood, in a leather jacket and white shirt; his hair was completely soaked. He stared at me, his eyes clouded with lust and desire. He leaned against the doorframe, scanning at my covered body. 

   "Show me," he commanded. I removed the sheet as my body was completely exposed to him. He walked closer to me, kneeling before me as neared towards my entrance. 

   "Spread them," my legs spread before him, my naval wet as I felt his cool breath blow lightly at it. 

   "I've been waiting for you to touch me, Freddie." I moaned, attempting to rub myself, to which the English man swatted my hand away. 

  "Let me satisfy you," he blew lightly into my core, and that's when his tongue started to swivel against my clit. I brought my head back; the sensation numbing my hands and feet. 

   "Lay down." he mumbled as he continued to work. I felt his stubble tickle against my entrance, which made him all the more hotter. I laid against the mattress; moaning repeatedly as this hot mess of a man devoured my core. His licks continued to go at a faster pace. 

  "Freddie! Oh God, Freddie! Don't--Don't stop!" I could feel him smirk as I gave him vulnerability. 

   As he continued his dirty deed, his hands roamed at my thighs; dragging his fingertips unto my skin. 

   "Do you like it when I'm in between your legs?" he questions, rubbing my skin slowly. I nodded, swallowing my saliva with a gasp as his lips returned to my core. 

   Before I knew it, his tongue licked his own lips as he removed his leather jacket; stripping his white shirt off before me. My hands tightened at the sheets, wanting to feel his toned torso. 

  "You need me, but you don't know how bad I want you." he hovered over me as his mouth grazed at my neck. I tangled my hands through his hair; finding his waves to be sexy--not to mention his facial hair rubbing at my neck with each suck. As he toyed with my breasts, his hips grinded against mine; his moans escaping his hoarse voice. 

   "You're beautiful, especially without clothes on." he smirked as he sucked on my breasts; continuing to grind against me. 

   In an instant, his pants were removed from his body, as well as his boxers. He positioned himself, his upper body in a push-up position. 

   "Don't close your eyes," he told me, "I want you to see me sweat against you. I want you to see me pleasure my queen." 

  I nodded, and before I knew it, he entered me, and everything became black. 

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"Fuck!" he cursed, thrusting faster as the bed shook. I held onto the sheets for dear life; my lungs were already heaving due to the screaming I erupted from my dominant structure. Having him under me gave me the access to visually see him shut his eyes in pleasure; to hear him say my name at the top of his own lungs. 

      "You aren't just my queen," he mumbled as he fell on top of me. "you're my goddess. You're a great fuck, you know that?" 

 "You never had it with anyone else?" I questioned, removing a curl from his forehead. 

   He laid next to me, panting. "I've been to bars, met a couple of whores. I have screwed them, yes, but none of them are like you." 

   I dared to ask the question that had lingered against my tongue. 

   "Are you in love with me?" 

Freddie turned his head sharply towards me. His eyes darkening into an angered state. 

   "Of course not, love is nothing but a nuisance. I'm not in love with you, no, never in a million years." 

  He sat up from the bed, placing his boxers on. He then slipped on the rest of his attire. Heading towards the door, he looked back, biting his lip. 

   "Whenever you need me, let me know." with that, he shut my bedroom door; leaving me to mourn under the bedsheets we shared three hours ago. 

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        "I'm fucking done." I said as I slammed the passenger side door. He looked at me, eyes squinting in the sunlight. I held my face in my hands as I began to cry. 

   "What happened to you? Why did you need me to pick you up?" 

   "Because, Freddie!" I cried, "I don't have a fucking car." I punched the dashboard multiple times, my knuckles bleeding by the time I stopped. 

  "I also need a friend right now." 

 Freddie scoffed. "We aren't friends Sweetheart." he bit his lip then sighed as he faced me. "Are you going to tell me what happened or am I just going to have to force it out of you?" 

   "My parents," I sighed. "no matter what I do, they are never satisfied with my choices. I do nice things for others, and never get a thank you. I have a heart of gold, and no one seems to understand the stress I go through." 

   "Did they insult you?" he asked, drumming his fingers against the wheel. "You wouldn't be crying if they didn't." 

  "Yes." I looked out the window, then sharply back at Freddie. "Just get me the Hell out of here." 

   Freddie nodded, started the ignition and sped out of the driveway. We began to drive, nineties rap playing lowly in the background. 

    The driver adjacent to me pulled out a white stick, handing it to me. 

"Want a hit?" he asked. I shook my head no, to which I heard a groan. 

   "It's not going to kill you, Hazel." he mumbled. It was the first time he's ever used my name. Usually it was honey, sweetheart, love, or even baby doll. 

     "Just take one drag," he turned onto the next street. "one drag and I swear I won't ask you to do it again." 

I took it from his hand, examining it. 

  "Okay." I then grabbed a match and sparked the spliff's end, inhaling the Cannabis. 

    "Let's get the fuck out of this town, and just drive." Freddie smiled, then did the unexpected. 

  He stopped the car, and kissed me. 

  "And to answer your question, yes. Yes, I am in love with you, Hazel."  

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[ note: if you liked this short story and could see a possibility of it becoming a full-blown, multi-chapter book, please lemme know in the comments! thank you! - valerie. ]