*Note from author. okay guts, this chapter is alittle rushed so i apologise if its shite....anyway, i hope you enjoy it! Thanks for Reading again! Love you all! @KL_GBarlow_TT*
"Gary, baby say something." I try and plead Gary. We're sat in the back of the car on the way home, he still hasn't said anything. Not a word. He's just sat there with his forehead pressed against the window.
"Gary speak to me." I draw a pattern on his thigh with my finger, just to try and show him I'm not angry. "Why did you do it?"
"He kept saying the baby was his." Gary mutters after a while, still looking out of the window.
"And you believed him?" I ask surprised.
"No."
"But you punched him?" I furrow my brow and shuffled slightly closer to him. Gary doesn't answer."Gary." I tilt his chin slightly so he has to look at me.
"I'm drunk and he pissed me off." He shrugs.
"Any you punch everyone when your drunk and they piss you off?" I frown. He really is drunk.
"No."
"Then why did you do it? I dont unde-"
"Look. Baby, i dont want to talk about it okay?" Gary looks mee straight in the eye, his voice raised slightly, but he doesnt sound angry.
"Gary you punched him." I whisper. "You cant just forget about it and pretend it never happened!"
"Libby shut up!" Gary hisses, glances briefly over to the driver to check he didnt hear. "I dont want to fucking talk about it."
"Oh, okay then." I snarl, moving away from him and sitting as far to the other side of the car as i can. "Its New Years Eve and you dont want to talk to me."
"I never said that!" Gary grabs my hand to try and pull me back, but i snatch it away. "I said i dont want to talk about it."
"Yea well." I shrug. "You're obviously pissed and in a pretty foul mood anyway. Thanks for ruining the night Gary."
"Oi!" Gary calls after me as i climb out of the car and head up the drive. He half jogs, half staggers to catch up with me. "Dont come and pin it all on me!"
"Well its hardly my fault, is it?!" I snarl, twisting the key in the lock and stepping inside.
"For Gods sake Libby!" Gary growls, staggering in after me. "Just drop it!"
"Drop it?!" I scoff. "Drop it?! Gary you punched Mark Owen in the face. Punched him and nearly knocked him flat out. All the cameras saw, not to mention the fact that you stressed me out whilst im four months pregnant! Drop it? I cant believe you could say such a stupid thing! You're a prick when you're drunk, Gary. I dont like you." I turn on my heels to head up the stairs.
"I think we both know thats not true..." I feel Garys hands grip onto the back of my hips before i hear him speak. Shit. Dont crack Libby. Dont give in to him.
I ignore him and try to pull away, but he tightens his grip and pulls me back slightly so im leaning against his front. I dont want to try and wriggle because he likes that.... but im stuck. Fuck.
"Gary let go of me." I deadpan, looking at my feet.
"No." I feel the bastard smirk against my ear.
"Gary."
"Make me." He grazes his teeth against my earlobe as he speaks. I sigh outwardly, im stuck, there is nothing i can do. Gary kisses below my ear gently, working his way down my neck. I try not to let it faze me, but he knows what hes doing.
"Gary get off me." My voice sounds one hell of a lot less convincing than last time. He knows his won, but i dont want to admit defeat.
"Like i said." Gary smirks as he sucks on my pulse point. "Make me." He bites down hard onto my neck and i let out a loud cry. I feel him smirk against my neck as he soothes it with his tongue, we both know thats going to leave a mark. Fine then, if hes not going to play fair...
Gary runs his hands up and down the tops of my thigh as he continues to suck and bite onto my neck. I take my chance and slip out of his grasp quickly and run to the top of the stairs.
"Bitch!" I hear him hiss as he staggers up to meet me. I give him a quick smile as i disappear into the bedroom. I make sure i have the thin leather belt in my hand when Gary enters the room. I watch as his eyes light up and he raises an eyebrow at me. Im sat on the bed with the belt twisted around my fingers.
"You want me to tie you up..." I watch as a sly smirk consumes his lips.
"No." I bite my bottom lip. "You've been badly behaved Mr Barlow...Im going to tie you up.
"Gary, baby say something." I try and plead Gary. We're sat in the back of the car on the way home, he still hasn't said anything. Not a word. He's just sat there with his forehead pressed against the window.
"Gary speak to me." I draw a pattern on his thigh with my finger, just to try and show him I'm not angry. "Why did you do it?"
"He kept saying the baby was his." Gary mutters after a while, still looking out of the window.
"And you believed him?" I ask surprised.
"No."
"But you punched him?" I furrow my brow and shuffled slightly closer to him. Gary doesn't answer."Gary." I tilt his chin slightly so he has to look at me.
"I'm drunk and he pissed me off." He shrugs.
"Any you punch everyone when your drunk and they piss you off?" I frown. He really is drunk.
"No."
"Then why did you do it? I dont unde-"
"Look. Baby, i dont want to talk about it okay?" Gary looks mee straight in the eye, his voice raised slightly, but he doesnt sound angry.
"Gary you punched him." I whisper. "You cant just forget about it and pretend it never happened!"
"Libby shut up!" Gary hisses, glances briefly over to the driver to check he didnt hear. "I dont want to fucking talk about it."
"Oh, okay then." I snarl, moving away from him and sitting as far to the other side of the car as i can. "Its New Years Eve and you dont want to talk to me."
"I never said that!" Gary grabs my hand to try and pull me back, but i snatch it away. "I said i dont want to talk about it."
"Yea well." I shrug. "You're obviously pissed and in a pretty foul mood anyway. Thanks for ruining the night Gary."
"Oi!" Gary calls after me as i climb out of the car and head up the drive. He half jogs, half staggers to catch up with me. "Dont come and pin it all on me!"
"Well its hardly my fault, is it?!" I snarl, twisting the key in the lock and stepping inside.
"For Gods sake Libby!" Gary growls, staggering in after me. "Just drop it!"
"Drop it?!" I scoff. "Drop it?! Gary you punched Mark Owen in the face. Punched him and nearly knocked him flat out. All the cameras saw, not to mention the fact that you stressed me out whilst im four months pregnant! Drop it? I cant believe you could say such a stupid thing! You're a prick when you're drunk, Gary. I dont like you." I turn on my heels to head up the stairs.
"I think we both know thats not true..." I feel Garys hands grip onto the back of my hips before i hear him speak. Shit. Dont crack Libby. Dont give in to him.
I ignore him and try to pull away, but he tightens his grip and pulls me back slightly so im leaning against his front. I dont want to try and wriggle because he likes that.... but im stuck. Fuck.
"Gary let go of me." I deadpan, looking at my feet.
"No." I feel the bastard smirk against my ear.
"Gary."
"Make me." He grazes his teeth against my earlobe as he speaks. I sigh outwardly, im stuck, there is nothing i can do. Gary kisses below my ear gently, working his way down my neck. I try not to let it faze me, but he knows what hes doing.
"Gary get off me." My voice sounds one hell of a lot less convincing than last time. He knows his won, but i dont want to admit defeat.
"Like i said." Gary smirks as he sucks on my pulse point. "Make me." He bites down hard onto my neck and i let out a loud cry. I feel him smirk against my neck as he soothes it with his tongue, we both know thats going to leave a mark. Fine then, if hes not going to play fair...
Gary runs his hands up and down the tops of my thigh as he continues to suck and bite onto my neck. I take my chance and slip out of his grasp quickly and run to the top of the stairs.
"Bitch!" I hear him hiss as he staggers up to meet me. I give him a quick smile as i disappear into the bedroom. I make sure i have the thin leather belt in my hand when Gary enters the room. I watch as his eyes light up and he raises an eyebrow at me. Im sat on the bed with the belt twisted around my fingers.
"You want me to tie you up..." I watch as a sly smirk consumes his lips.
"No." I bite my bottom lip. "You've been badly behaved Mr Barlow...Im going to tie you up.
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