Chase's POV
It seems like my heart had developed a permanent space for Emma. A gaping hole that couldn't be filled with anything else.
It was grad day, but I sure didn't feel like it.
Barely two hours past noon, and I was wasted, sprawled across the living room.
"Who the fuck is it this time?" I groaned.
"Hey," I heard her beautiful, unsteady voice across the line.
"Uhm, Emma?" I asked.
I was too drunk to check the caller ID.
"You're drunk, aren't you?" She asked in a very judgemental manner.
"I don't have to reply to that." I replied to her.
"Actually, don't." She said,
I immediately regretted saying what I did.
I was beginning to think of excuses to offer, but none was coming to my foggy brain.
"Must've called for a reason." I said, reminding her.
"I'm here." It felt like I had been shot up to cloud nine, but I doubted what I heard cause my head was hella foggy.
"Where?" I asked, just for confirmation.
It felt too good to be true.
"Open up, Chase." She said, "I can hear you from here." I dragged myself up, and cleared the empty bottles. The sun was setting fast, it was far brighter when I passed out.
"It's past lunchtime." I said, opening the door.
"I know that." She replied, looking at me so intensely, "I'm not here for lunch." Emma said flirtatiously and handed me a paper bag with one whiskey bottle peeking out of it. "I brought this, but I can see you're already so far gone yourself." She snipped.
"I don't think you should be here." I said, closing the door a bit.
Emma, only a few hours ago, had turned down one of my best attempts yet at pleading, I didn't see any other reason for her being at my place. "He's waiting for you." I let my innate urges win, and looked at Emma.
The next thing she did showed me just how much of a fool she'd taken me for, and how much I was.
She put her index finger, and pushed the door with it. Being the fallen fool I was, I let my grip on the door go, letting her in.
Emma walked into my home, leaving me standing with my door agape.
"We need to talk,"She said.
"I agree." I said. "We can start with why you're here." I chipped.
She wasn't good without me, and I, so badly, wanted to hear it.
"I'm not addressing that." Emma had changed her grad gown into something more casual, definitely more stunning too.
"I'm afraid you're gonna have to, young lady." I said.
"Does that really matter, Chase?" She asked. "You're drunk, but not too drunk to gloat."
"Can never be, Emma." I assured her.
"I missed you." Thought it was gonna be cute, but it sounded forced, like I held her in a chokehold.
"Never mind." I disregarded her, and sat on one of the dining chairs.
"Chase, we need to talk." She said, again.
"What the fuck is it with you? Emma?! You literally just told me off, and here you are, demanding a conversation, on what exactly?!" I didnt mean for my voice to go so high, but I was fucking frustrated.
"I didn't mean it." She cried. "I thought you were gonna push further, I mean, if you really wanted me, you would have."
"Come on! Dont start with those mind games." I chided.
"You're making this difficult." She sighed.
"You! Emma! You are difficult." I shot back. "You want me, and then you don't, but then you do. All these cause you know I'm a sucker for you. I wish it never got this bad, I wish I wasn't so attached. Everytime you come back, my hands are always too open, my heart is always too wide, fuck it, you've left a gaping hole in it only you can close. Your voice makes my body respond so embarrassingly quickly, at times, I think I have erectile dysfunction. You do this cause you know I fucking love you, you're taking me for granted, you'd rather have me feed at your feet than love me. You want me to keep begging, if there's anything you've made me understand, it's that I'm undeserving of you, you barely want me sometimes, at other times, you're all over me. You're confusing me, and yourself too." I yelled.
I was done! Pure done! Under the influence of alcohol, I could handle anything.
I just wanted to be put out of my misery.
"I'm sorry." She cried. The love of my entire fucking life, in my livingroom. I wanted to hold out longer, stay mad at her, I thought I could wait, but my feet kept gravitating towards her.
I dropped on my knees as soon as I got close enough, holding her waist tight.
"Emma, please, please save us." I begged her, resting my head on her belly, the belly I once thought had my baby. Apparently, it was a drunken talk by Patty.
"Chase, I want to." She replied. It sounded like music to my ears.
I hadn't wished to hear anything so bad.
"Let me." I begged too.
"Please stand up, Chase." She said, struggling to lift me.
I got up and carried her to my room.
Emma was so freaking horny. I really hadn't seen it that bad. Her body yearned for mine, and while I took her up the stairs, she kissed me all over my face over a million times.
It's a moment I had dreamt of over a million times.
"Tell me you love me." I demanded, right before throwing my door open.
"I love you, Chase." She obliged.
"Is it really you talking, or the hormones?" I asked her.
"It's Emma, Emma Watson." That put all the finality I wanted to it, she initiated a kiss which lasted up till I threw her on the bed.
Emma was expecting me to go down on her, hell, I expected myself to too, but I remembered…
"Emma?" I called her, ruining the mood.
"What?" She answered, half angry.
"I cant." I said, my heart racing.
She sat up, and looked at me. The plush lips that had kissed me so sexily, were now shut in wonder.
"What does that mean?" She asked and cleared her throat.
"It means, I swore we wouldn't do this." I said, trying to make words of the thoughts in my head.
"Swore to who?" She demanded.
"It's not what you think, it just means, I mean," I stuttered.
"What do you mean, Chase?" She asked, fast losing her patience.
"It just feels wrong." I started over, making another attempt.
"This feels wrong?" She asked. "Are you ashamed of me?" Emma was thinking all the wrong things.
All the things I didn't expect to come to her mind at all.
"No, no." I debunked, "it's not us at all. This is perfect." I assured her, rubbing her wrist.
Emma slapped my hand off in annoyance, and I knew that if I really wanted her anymore, I needed to talk fast.
I took a deep breath and prayed to whoever heard that I don't ruin this, because I had seen it split stronger couples apart from the movies.
'Ours was no movie.' I assured myself.
"Emma, there's something I mean to tell you." I said swallowing hard. "Rather, there's something I should have told you." I corrected.
I saw a hint of fear and uncertainty in her eyes. I hated to be that guy who always put her in such positions.
"Chase, go straight to the fucking point!!" Emma yelled.
She was already panting hard.
"Here it goes." I said, I was so scared of what was to come outta my mouth next.