Tate Langdon story/fanfic

Not yet finished but wanted to get it out

 It was around three hours the drive, I didn't speak I just sat and enjoyed my thoughts. The sun just starting to slip on through to the other side as we arrived at the house. The house stood hauntingly tall, windows glistening slightly in the cool evening light. The grass was neatly cut as were the hedges Some thing about the house was unusual, unreal, I understood something about it that no one else did, I knew it had it's secrets. Just like any other living thing. Some one had to scrutinize every corner until the secrets were revealed, that I knew I had to do. I got dragged out my daydream by my mother, she was forcing me out the car. I hadn't realised I was sat there staring out into nothing. I stumbled nearly from the sudden movement this was my first time seeing the house, second time for my parents. I was in awe with the size of the house. The door itself the size of three men stacked, they open out into a glamorous foyer the smell of fresh coffee and cleaning products linger throughout the air along with the dismal smell of marigolds. Although none were to be seen the smell was heavy. Paintings lined the wall next to the the grand staircase oak wood covering each room. I made my way around the first floor taking in the houses beauty, I felt uneasy there was a strange feeling coming from something. I didn't let it bother me and continued my way throughout the first floor. There were grand arches leaving to more sitting rooms laced with oak.  I ran my fingers along the oak lined walls and tried to picture what life was here before ours, whose laughter echoed throughout this home before me. My mother showed me to my room it was already decorated just like the rest of the house. My room was mostly purple colours, the room itself not too big not too small. I had all my things arranged for me though some things needed re arranging but that was a problem for another day. I made my way to my bed and placed my head down to rest for the night. 

I woke up to my head pounding, it was a Saturday thankfully I had nothing important to wake up to. I stayed in bed until the clock read 11:00 my dad still had to work on weekends he was a psychiatrist he helped people who were broken in the brain or something. I threw my black dressing gown on over my pj shorts and shirt and began my waltz down the grand stairs. I felt somewhat magical in this house.  I slid on my socks and stopped outside  my dads office and noticed he had a patient in there with him. My dads back was toward me and the patient looking me right in the eye, his hair covered one of his eyes but I knew they were still digging deep into my soul. His wide crystal blue eyes sharing the smirk his lips could give. The way he was looking had me embarrassed I felt naked under his stare. The moment was cut short as my dad turned to see what the boy was looking at. I turned sharply and sped my way to the kitchen. I started cursing myself in my head for staring that long, the cursing turned to praying I started to play my dad did not see me stood there. He doesn't like when his work is interrupted. My mother noticed the way I came in she gave me a questionable look and proceeded to hand me my breakfast . To my surprise he didn't come and say anything to me. "what was the reason for running in here like that?" my mother questioned me as she stood opposite with her mug of coffee in hand. "Nothing... dad was working.. and his door was open I thought he would be annoyed at me running past... him whilst he works" I said between chewing mouthfuls of cereal she giggled in response to my stupid reasons. The room fell silent giving my brain time to wander back to that boy who sat in my fathers office. Something dark slept deep inside his soul something I have never seen in any other human before. It was a fire that was begging to have my oxygen all over it. I jumped from my skin when the front door shut, I got a slight glimpse of the boy in his green and black striped sweater. That was the last I saw of him, at least I thought. My day went on as usual apart from when next doors daughter appeared out of no where, such a strange girl. We had supper and that was it for the evening I once again made my way upstairs. The house was giving off this unusual aura ever since next doors daughter was here, something had changed the air was colder. 

I reached my bedroom door which was closed I opened it to the sight of darkness. That confused me I normally have my lamp on. I hadn't stepped in yet I felt cautious of what lay in the dark. I however brushed off this feeling and made my way into the darkness. I stumbled about my hand reaching everywhere along the wall for the light switch until my hand got blocked by something. I felt around the foreign body until I realised it was a person, I went to scream until they moved up behind me and silenced me with their hand on my mouth. I was frozen I didn't know what was happening my brain and heart were racing each other, competing to see who could throb the hardest. "shh shh, its okay shh" the voice was soft but un recognised "I'm not gonna hurt ya" i was unsure weather to believe the voice or not. My body completely pressed against this mystery man. After moments of mumbling and moving about the light flicked on which too gave me a fright. I got spun around and my jaw  must have hit the floor when i realised who held me in their arms. How was he back inside he was only a patient of my fathers? "hello?" i just about spoke with sound I was that scared. The boy did not reply as he was more interested in staring at me with a huge smile on his lips. His eyes, hollow and dark, no room for love in there. "What are you doing here helloo." I said with a more agitated tone.

I was bored so I wrote this if you like it I can finish just let me know. And if you have requests I will do some as I need to write more

I also had the Lana del Rey song oh say can you see stuck in my head so you could say that inspired me

The show dragged" I said to my friend."I thought you liked their music?" She said pulling out her packet of cigarettes from her purse."It's not that the music is bad I just... didn't want to go" I said as we walked towards a free bench. I couldn’t keep my mind off that one guy on stage. We spoke about the concert and our life before she gathered her things as she was meeting her boyfriend. We waved good bye and I sat myself back down on the bench and lit up a cigarette and gave In to my thoughts. I caught myself day dreaming about the guitarist. I couldn't get him out my head, yeah I didn't like it there but I that doesn't mean I didn't like something there. I convinced myself he was looking at me the entire time, even though we were sat on raised platforms at the back of the room. The energy he gave of was electric the way we moved stage with his guitar, every sway was calculated to make the crowd scream. The cigarette that accompanied him at all times, I could just eat him. I sighed and laid back into the bench. I was looking up into the stars until I heard the sound of shoes clicking against the ground, Big strong steps. There had been no more fans here since Amy left, it couldn't of been one of them, maybe it is a worker or somebody who works here. I tried to Brush it off when somebody ran there hand along my shoulder and said "hello" their voice sent shivers down my spine. I nearly jumped out of my skin, my heart was racing faster than ever, my head nearly snapped of by how fast I turned to see who was there. I paused looking up at the man who was possessing my thoughts for this past hour. His eyes brown like chocolate, his light stubble running along his face and his perfect lips in a light grin just about showing his teeth. Something shifted inside me I didn't know weather I would be able to control myself. "Hi.."

I just about said I realised after probably two minutes that I've been staring him down, I swore at myself in my head. "You have been here for a while" he said whilst making his way down to the bench sitting himself beside me. He has his cigarette in hand with a half empty bottle of of Jack Daniels crammed into his leather jacket pocket. Now that he was beside me everything around started to enhance his features the way the wind perfectly danced with his hair, the way the moon perfectly lit up his eyes and smile. Everything was perfect at that moment.I snapped back to reality remembering he asked me a question. I looked down at my hands and said softly "yeah, I was with my friend but she had to go meet her boyfriend. I was going to go but I just got lost in thought". Looking back up at him for reassurance straight after speaking. He just looked at me for a-few seconds then he spoke again his voice sending waves through my body. “Did you enjoy the show" he asked me with a suspicious grin on his face. I wondered how he knew I was at the show. Did he just assume or was he really looking at me the entire time. "How do you know I was there?" I questioned him with attitude my voice followed with a smile. He turned his head at me with a smug look on his face, I was about to correct my attitude before he shut me up. "You had a face like a slapped ass the entire time how could I forget" he said letting a giggle out after. I put my face into my hands and mumbled shut up although it was mostly unintelligible. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it taking a big puff. “Although I could tell you had your mind focused on something else" he said with the smirk on his face growing larger. "I don't know what your talking about" I tried to laughing it off but it didn't work. I noticed how much closer he had gotten to me on the bench not that I mind. We both fell silent i was focused on his lit cigarette in his hand, watching the way the smoke swanned out from the burning cherry. " you want some?" He said his hand following his words, my heard raced faster than ever his hand got close to my lips, pressing the cigarette against my lips I took a long drag and he pulled it away. I saw the stain my cherry lipstick left on the cigarette. I licked my lips immediately after the departure of the cig hoping to get a taste of him. He took one last drag and distinguished the smoke. "Do you live around here" he asked me his voice different, soft even. “Yeah just a couple blocks down in the apartments" I said whilst looking him in the eye. I had built the courage to look at him whilst talking. I wondered how many girls he does this to, scares them with his tall figure and sits down next to her and be all flirty. I got myself all wound up I had to take my mind off my anger so I focused on his beautiful teeth and smile. We were silent for a moment before he whispered something to himself and grabbed my chin pulling me in to his lips kissing me long and hard. His hand moved from my chin to my throat squeezing squeezing slightly, his thumb stroking my neck. I gave in and moved my body on his, my arms around his neck leaning into him as much as I possibly could. His hands were roaming all around my body not able to find a resting location. I slid my hand under his shirt and dragged my nails over his back and Abs marking my territory, like a beast finding the sweet spot on their prey. We finally pulled apart after minutes of passionate making out, I felt most embarrassed after we pulled apart, I’ve never seen myself like that before. I have never felt that before, the taste of Jack Daniels and smoke on his tongue sent me crazy. I wanted him all to myself ever since I saw him on stage, lights following him showing every bead of sweat dripping down his toned body. I could feel my face start to burn up from all these mindless thoughts. I climbed off him and sat down again right next to him, placing my hand on his leg. The wind picked back up and blew his scent towards me, making me re live that moment all over again it sent waves of shivers down my spine.

I was bored so I wrote this if you like it I can finish just let me know. And if you have requests I will do some as I need to write more

I also had the Lana del Rey song oh say can you see stuck in my head so you could say that inspired me

The show dragged" I said to my friend."I thought you liked their music?" She said pulling out her packet of cigarettes from her purse."It's not that the music is bad I just... didn't want to go" I said as we walked towards a free bench. I couldn’t keep my mind off that one guy on stage. We spoke about the concert and our life before she gathered her things as she was meeting her boyfriend. We waved good bye and I sat myself back down on the bench and lit up a cigarette and gave In to my thoughts. I caught myself day dreaming about the guitarist. I couldn't get him out my head, yeah I didn't like it there but I that doesn't mean I didn't like something there. I convinced myself he was looking at me the entire time, even though we were sat on raised platforms at the back of the room. The energy he gave of was electric the way we moved stage with his guitar, every sway was calculated to make the crowd scream. The cigarette that accompanied him at all times, I could just eat him. I sighed and laid back into the bench. I was looking up into the stars until I heard the sound of shoes clicking against the ground, Big strong steps. There had been no more fans here since Amy left, it couldn't of been one of them, maybe it is a worker or somebody who works here. I tried to Brush it off when somebody ran there hand along my shoulder and said "hello" their voice sent shivers down my spine. I nearly jumped out of my skin, my heart was racing faster than ever, my head nearly snapped of by how fast I turned to see who was there. I paused looking up at the man who was possessing my thoughts for this past hour. His eyes brown like chocolate, his light stubble running along his face and his perfect lips in a light grin just about showing his teeth. Something shifted inside me I didn't know weather I would be able to control myself. "Hi.."

I just about said I realised after probably two minutes that I've been staring him down, I swore at myself in my head. "You have been here for a while" he said whilst making his way down to the bench sitting himself beside me. He has his cigarette in hand with a half empty bottle of of Jack Daniels crammed into his leather jacket pocket. Now that he was beside me everything around started to enhance his features the way the wind perfectly danced with his hair, the way the moon perfectly lit up his eyes and smile. Everything was perfect at that moment.I snapped back to reality remembering he asked me a question. I looked down at my hands and said softly "yeah, I was with my friend but she had to go meet her boyfriend. I was going to go but I just got lost in thought". Looking back up at him for reassurance straight after speaking. He just looked at me for a-few seconds then he spoke again his voice sending waves through my body. “Did you enjoy the show" he asked me with a suspicious grin on his face. I wondered how he knew I was at the show. Did he just assume or was he really looking at me the entire time. "How do you know I was there?" I questioned him with attitude my voice followed with a smile. He turned his head at me with a smug look on his face, I was about to correct my attitude before he shut me up. "You had a face like a slapped ass the entire time how could I forget" he said letting a giggle out after. I put my face into my hands and mumbled shut up although it was mostly unintelligible. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it taking a big puff. “Although I could tell you had your mind focused on something else" he said with the smirk on his face growing larger. "I don't know what your talking about" I tried to laughing it off but it didn't work. I noticed how much closer he had gotten to me on the bench not that I mind. We both fell silent i was focused on his lit cigarette in his hand, watching the way the smoke swanned out from the burning cherry. " you want some?" He said his hand following his words, my heard raced faster than ever his hand got close to my lips, pressing the cigarette against my lips I took a long drag and he pulled it away. I saw the stain my cherry lipstick left on the cigarette. I licked my lips immediately after the departure of the cig hoping to get a taste of him. He took one last drag and distinguished the smoke. "Do you live around here" he asked me his voice different, soft even. “Yeah just a couple blocks down in the apartments" I said whilst looking him in the eye. I had built the courage to look at him whilst talking. I wondered how many girls he does this to, scares them with his tall figure and sits down next to her and be all flirty. I got myself all wound up I had to take my mind off my anger so I focused on his beautiful teeth and smile. We were silent for a moment before he whispered something to himself and grabbed my chin pulling me in to his lips kissing me long and hard. His hand moved from my chin to my throat squeezing squeezing slightly, his thumb stroking my neck. I gave in and moved my body on his, my arms around his neck leaning into him as much as I possibly could. His hands were roaming all around my body not able to find a resting location. I slid my hand under his shirt and dragged my nails over his back and Abs marking my territory, like a beast finding the sweet spot on their prey. We finally pulled apart after minutes of passionate making out, I felt most embarrassed after we pulled apart, I’ve never seen myself like that before. I have never felt that before, the taste of Jack Daniels and smoke on his tongue sent me crazy. I wanted him all to myself ever since I saw him on stage, lights following him showing every bead of sweat dripping down his toned body. I could feel my face start to burn up from all these mindless thoughts. I climbed off him and sat down again right next to him, placing my hand on his leg. The wind picked back up and blew his scent towards me, making me re live that moment all over again it sent waves of shivers down my spine.