I don't wanna live forever by Taylor Swift

Baby, baby, I feel crazy. 

I gave Eve the clothes that I picked out, none of my newer stuff because I'm saving that for myself but she got an old t-shirt and shorts. 

Hours later I sit on the third floor balcony, sitting with my legs dangling over the edge of the railing. I take drags of a cigarette I'm smoking, blowing out the smoke into the cold autumn night. 

My oversized shirt blows around in the wind, along with my brown hair. I don't think I'll ever get used to having brown hair, I've had my blonde hair for 16 years straight. 

"And I thought I was the thrill seeker in this house." Jameson's voice speaks from the doorway. 

I sigh the smoke out my mouth. "Hawthorne's aren't the only ones with nine lives." I don't bother turning around to look at him. 

"So you've still not quit after almost four months?" He asks, moving towards the railing beside me. He leans on his forearms and looks out onto the garden with me. 

"No. Got a problem with that?" I challenge. He doesn't answer, instead he slips the cigarette from my fingers and brings it up to his lips. He takes a slow and long drag of the butt before releasing it out into the air. 

"I don't like your new hair." He comments harshly. 

"Thanks." I smile falsely. "I'm not gonna lie to you and say it looks good." He shrugs. "I didn't ask you to." I take my cigarette back and take a much longer drag, mostly to beat him and go longer than he could. 

"In fact your hair isn't the only thing I don't like. I'm not a fan of this new attitude, or style, and I definitely don't like your new boyfriend." Jameson doesn't hold back.

"Well I don't like anything about the normal you." I frown sarcastically. "Plus you don't even know my boyfriend." I add.

"I did some research. He seems pretty boring, not nearly as attractive as me. You could do better." He says softly.

"You're with my sister now Jameson, aren't you? And as for me changing, it's not that I'm different, you just don't know me anymore. We drifted apart and you don't know me anymore." I shrug. 

"I know you Paris. I know you so much better than you'll ever realize." He places a hand on my knee to get me to look at him, which annoyingly works, bringing my gaze into those dreamy eyes. I can't let him win though.

"People change. I know that's hard for you to accept but even in just three months people can change. And both of us have. I don't know you the way I used to and you don't know me. So just do me a favour and leave me alone." I snap, averting my eyes from his and back out to the beautiful scenery. 

"Paris.." He mutters sadly. I got to him, that means I won.

I push my body over the balcony so the only thing holding me up is my tight grip to the railing and my tip toes on the edge of the floor. If I let go I'll plummet 35 feet to my death. 

"Paris don't." He warns. I tease him by lifting one arm off to take a puff of my cigarette. "Seriously that's not funny. If you fall-" Jameson starts. 

"If I fall I'm dead. And what a shame that would be." I joke. I can feel his breath on my neck as he desperately tries to make me climb back over. 

I tease him by removing one finger at a time slowly, first the pinky then ring finger. I'm holding on with three fingers when I hear a loud boom of thunder. The sound makes me flinch and stupidly let go. 

There's no chance I'd survive the fall, even Jameson and his 9 lives wouldn't. I brace myself as I feel my body start to fall forward. I squeeze my eyes closed and try to grab onto the stone railing, instead all I get is a severely scrapped hand. 

I can feel myself ready to plummet down but then two hands grip tightly around my stomach. I grab Jameson's arms desperately and cling onto him for dear life. My eyes still can't pry open even when I'm saved. 

He lifts me up and pulls me over the edge until I'm on the safe comfort of the balcony. I slide to the floor in his arms just to make sure I'm definitely there. 

"Not so funny now is it?" Jameson jokes in heavy pants, just as out of breath as me by the sudden near death experience. "Shut up." I breathe heavily.

I compose myself and stand up. "That was really embarrassing. If you tell anyone about that I will murder you nine times to make sure you're dead."

He scoffs, "Charming as always." He smirks. 

I offer my hand to help him up which he takes and lets me help him to his feet. 

Our bodies are so close that if we even move the tiniest inch we'd be touching. I take a drag of my cigarette and blow it onto his face that's close to mine, he opens his mouth and inhales the puff. 

We both turn our heads quickly to the door when we hear a loud cough. I see Grayson looking between us. 

I give Jameson a small salut with my hand before following Grayson inside. 

"That wasn't what it looked like, if that's what you're thinking." I inform Grayson as I jog to catch up with him.

"I wasn't thinking that. I trust you." He shrugs. Not even a hint of jealousy shown, he knows I wouldn't hurt him like that so he doesn't even feel any anger.

"Besides, I'm not going to be jealous of him when only one of us has been inside you."

I stop walking and stand still for a minute in shock at his bluntness. I scoff and burst out laughing.

He turns around and walks backwards so he can look at me, a smirk is plastered across his hard features. 

I keep walking until I'm caught up with him and we're both facing each other. 

I walk facing him until his back is pressed against the stone wall of the house. I close the space between us seductively then take advantage of my upper hand.

I kiss slowly up his neck softly at first, before becoming rougher and more passionate about it. He rolls his head back and falters.

I slowly glide one hand down his shirt, his firm and tight abs feeling just as good under the shirt. I take one of his hands and guide it down my back towards my ass. I bring my hands back up to his face and cup his cheeks. 

I finally connect our lips in a deep and warm make out. His hands caress every inch of my body. I pull back for a moment to catch my breath, biting his bottom lip and pulling it back with me.  

He looks between my eyes rapidly as he pants. 

"Excuse me, both of your presence has been requested in the dining room to indulge in dinner." A maid speaks, tapping my shoulder and sensing no problem with getting so close as we make out.

"Thanks." I murmur, pulling back from Grayson and releasing him from my hold on him against the wall.

"Let's go Mr Hawthorne, our presence has been requested." I tease as I pull his hand along with me. 

He fixes his suit on the way downstairs, he attempts to fix his disheveled hair earning a laugh from me. 

"Don't think you'll be able to fix these." I trace my fingers over a few hickeys lining his neck.

He furrows his brows but then looks in the reflection of a window we pass. "Fuck." He murmurs.

He lifts his collar up to hide it, "I don't think you can walk in like Elvis." I scoff. 

"What do I do?" Grayson fumbles, trying to wipe them off as if they'll disappear.

"Just make up an excuse." I shrug and drag him down to the dining room with me. 

He waits outside and enters a couple minutes after me so it doesn't look like we were together. 

I'm already sitting on my chair when he enters. All eyes look to him, everyone notices the hickeys on his neck.

"What happened to you?" Jameson asks obliviously with a slight mocking tone. 

"Are those hickeys?" I squint and laugh as if I didn't put them there. He looks at me warningly for just a moment. 

"No. I'm having a weird reaction to a new moisturiser." He lies. I have to stop myself from laughing at his awful excuse.

Surprisingly, every single person believes him without even questioning it.

(a/n. 70k special!! Thank you all so much for reading, it genuinely means the world!)