#this took longer than it shouldve lmao

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15 “Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.” W my future baby daddy Morgan Rielly xo

15. Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.

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“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”

“Go away, Morgan,” you huff, refusing to look at him standing at your door, not even bothering to attempt to close it, you leave him there and make your way back to your room. “I don’t want to talk.”

“You’re lying,” he counters, and you sigh.

You and Morgan were friends, and not even good ones. Everything was so…surface level. Yet somehow you found yourself catching feelings and it sucked. And it sucked even more that he was just so…perfect. Mitch had mentioned offhandedly that you were having a rough time and that’s why you didn’t come out with the guys and your friends and of course Morgan left to come and check up on you.

“Just, just leave me alone, Morgan.”

“No, Y/N,” he closes the door and follows you into your bedroom, sitting beside you and gracefully ignoring the mess it was. “I can’t leave you alone, not like this. You’re going through shit right now and you have to let it out or it’ll eat you up inside.”

“Morgan.”

“Y/N.”

“Please,” you groan, scooting away from him to the edge of the bed. “Just go away.”

“No, hey, come here,” he chases you, wrapping two incredibly thick arms around you and dragging you into his lap. You yelp at the sudden movement, tensing as he pulls you to straddle him. You avoid his gaze as he brushes your hair out of your face. “Talk to me,” he says softly.

“I need you to, like, stop being so perfect, Mo,” you huff, trying to keep as much distance between you two even with the compromising position he has you in. “You’re making this really hard for me.”

“What’s ‘this’?” he sounds so confused and you finally look at him, nearly giving in to the way his eyebrows are scrunched and his nose is wrinkled and the little pout his mouth has formed.

“Stop that,” you whine, leaning down to press your forehead to his shoulder.

“Stop what Y/N,” he demands, “I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.”

“Fuck, Mo, like, this.You’re just so fucking perfect, Mo,” you mumble against him, “Always checking up on me and shit and being affectionate like this and being all soft. And you gotta stop cause trying to get over you is hard enough as it is without all this extra shit going on and you being so…like that.”

“You don’t have to.”

“What?”

“Get over me, I mean,” he murmurs, tilting your head up to face him. “You’re, I don’t know, Mitch said that I should just, be honest with you. About how I feel. And I feel…there’s just, so many things that I feel and I just, I just really really don’t want you to get over me. Cause I don’t think I can get over you.”

You sharply intake a breath. “Mo-”

He presses his lips to yours, kissing you desperately. You moan softly at the feeling and bring your arms up to loop around his neck. His grip on your hips tightens as yours does in his hair, his teeth closing in on your bottom lip, tugging and sucking at it softly. You gasp and break away from him while he chases you, lips reconnecting with yours again and again and again-

“Mo.”

He jerks back from you, shoving you off his lap and scrambling away from you. “I’m sorry, fuck I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have - I didn’t mean to - you didn’t -”

You lunge for him, pulling him by his neck back into another kiss. He groans as the force of your pull causes you to tumble backwards onto your back, dragging him with you.

“Please don’t stop kissing me,” you whisper against his mouth. “Please.”

“Never,” he moans back, “We still have to talk.”

“Later,” you chase him this time as he pulls back, “we can talk later.”

“Later,” he agrees, leaning back into your mouth.