house of balloons - the weeknd

What the fuck?

Tw: drug usage, talk of sh and violence .

Rafe and I sat at the bar, waiting to be served. "What can I get for you?" A curly, dark haired woman spoke. "Whiskey, one ice cube and-" I cut him off before he could finish his sentence."Mojito please." I said with a kind smile. "Of course." The curly haired girl replied. "Whiskey even when you're on holiday?" I asked while smiling at him. "Mhm, whiskey is my favourite drink." He said while a smile spread across his face.

Three or four drinks later and we were both more than tipsy due to our pre drinks and lack of eating.. "I wanna dance!" I shouted over the loud music. Rafe said nothing just smiled and followed closely behind me as I began dancing. The feeling of eyes on me made me uncomfortable but I was with Rafe and he wouldn't let anything happen to me.

By the end of the third song both Rafe and I's bodies were pushed closely together, moving in rhythm to the music, his hands were on my hips and mine were on his chest. The way his hands travelled from my ass back to my hips in between the beat just made me want to go home and take him right now.."I love you!" I shouted over the music. Rafe dropped his head down to meet my ear. "I love you too baby." He spoke. His voice sent butterflies in my stomach. I love this man.

________Rafe's POV:

Watching the way her body moved against my own made me wish I could take her to the bathrooms and fuck her against the stall while trying to keep her quiet.

The pink dress she was wearing was riding up her thighs, getting higher by each sway, I had my hands on her hips so if anyone tried anything I'd fucking kill them. I pulled her dress down for her since she seems to be drunker than me, which would make sense considering she wanted more tequila in our pre drinks..I was no longer watching her dress as I was too mesmerised by her beautiful blue eyes. The way the purple light reflected off them making them look much darker than what they truly were, I honestly wish I could stay in this moment forever, maybe take a little mental photo and keep coming back to it.

I decided to get us more drinks while Jules continued dancing, I didn't like the idea of it but I was keeping my eye on her. While walking towards the bar a man stopped me . "Are you with her?" He asked while pointing towards Jules. "Yeah. Fuck off." I said while flashing him a 'eat shit and die' smile.

While waiting for our drinks yet another man approached me but he was with another guy. "Is she yours?" The older one asked. "Mhm." I hummed while nodding my head. "You got lucky man." The younger man laughed. the fuck is funny? "I know." I said while smiling at Jules who was now walking towards me. "Hi baby! Did you get the drinks?" She asked with a pretty smile plastered on her face. "just waiting and then we'll have them." I replied while dipping my head to kiss her cheek. "Oh, I didn't know you had company, Hi." She said shyly while turning to the two men. "Hey." They said in unison. "Oh my god.. you guys are like synced." She said while laughing. "She's had a lot to drink." I said while wrapping my arm around her. "Does she need help getting home? We can show her some cool places around here." The older man suggested. "Can you fuck off?" I said with a flat smile. The younger man looked me up and down before shoving the older man along. "That was weird right?" She asked while staring at the men. "Mhm, men are weird." I replied while pulling her closely to me.

We finished our drinks before Jules decided she needed a piss and asked me to come with her. "I'm not coming in the stall with you." I warned her. "Please! What if there's like a spider or like a killer in there and he tries to kill me." She pleaded. "So what, I come with you and he gets us both? I think it's best for me to survive and carry on our legacy." I said while pretending to be hurt by my decision. "You could be my human shield from the spiders and killer." She mumbled while pulling my arm. "You're so annoying." I groaned while following behind her into a stall. Truth is, Jules isn't annoying, she's anything but. I could listen to her describe the process of paint drying and Id be happy knowing it's her talking. I love her voice, her eyes, her beautiful smile, her body, everything. She's perfection and nothing can change my mind.

"Agh turn around." She laughed while pulling her dress up. "I've seen every inch of your body, I've literally been inside of you." I mumbled. "Oh. Yeah, true." She said before shrugging and pulling her lace panties down. As she was busy pissing I was just admiring everything about her, her hair, her eyes, her soft lips, her tan skin, her perfect breasts, her French tipped nails, her ass, her thighs. As my eyes moved over her thighs something caught my attention, a cut. A deep cut.

I ride a motorcycle, I know what a deep cut looks like.. I let my eyes wander some more before noticing more than one, there was at least 5 visible ones.. my poor girl.

"Jules?" I asked while looking down at her. "Yeah?" She answered with confusion. "What's that on your thigh?" I asked while keeping my eyes fixed on the cuts. "Oh nothing I don't know." She said while quickly pulling her dress over it. "I'm done can we go?" She asked while seeming a little off. "Jules.." I warned. "Rafe. I'm fine I don't know what you think you saw but it's nothing." She said while slurring her words a little. "Baby, why are you hurting yourself ?" I asked and watched as her eyes began to gloss over. "Rafe." She pleaded. "Jules." I warned. "Why are you hurting yourself?" I asked again. "I don't know what you're talking about." She said while quickly wiping her eyes."Jules.." I started."Rafe, stop it's fine. We're in the Bahamas we're happy. It's ok." She said while wiping her tears. "Just tell me and I'll drop it." I said while leaning against the bathroom stall door. "I can't." She muttered. Why the fuck can't she? I know I can't get mad at her or it'll make her feel worse, but why would my perfect girl ever feel the need to cut herself? I wish I could take away her pain and keep it away. "I won't get mad. I promise." I said while cupping her chin to look up at me. "I just didn't know what to do. My brother was missing, My mom had just died and I wasn't sure about you." She mumbled. oh shit. It was my fault. "I'm so sorry baby.." I said while pulling her into a tight hug. Jules didn't say anything, just sat in my arms and cried. "I love you more than anything. I won't ever hurt you again, I promise you." I said while kissing her forehead. "Can we go back out and dance?" She asked while wiping her tears. "Okay." I said while helping her up. I had no idea. I feel so fucking guilty. I would normally tell her no and it's time to go home but I think she needs this little dance.

We were dancing to some loud ass club music but my eyes couldn't move from Jules, I feel like I've been looking at a pretty mask, and now all of a sudden it's like the veil is gone and I feel like she's unhappy. I need to help her. Her hips were moving to the rhythm of the song but I couldn't help but worry.Jules? Why the fuck didn't I notice. It must've been obvious I wasn't into it since Jules noticed. "We're on holidays... I know you like coke. If you want to do a line or two I won't be angry, we are in the Bahamas after all." She said while smiling up at me. I debated it in my head for a little while. Coke makes me angry and mean but Jules makes me a better person so maybe I won't be a prick ? "Alright." I mumbled while taking her hand. I joined a group of maybe 6 other people, all sat around a glass table which had a shit ton of coke on it."Can I get a gram?" I asked while handing one of them some cash. Without saying a word, a dark haired woman put a gram of the white powder in my hand. "Thanks?" I said while walking off. Jules and I sat in a corner as I emptied the bag on the glass table. I took two lines and slammed my eyes shut, my nostril and throat were burning from the white powder but I didn't mind. "Can I have one?" I heard Jules' voice speak up. A line? Why would she want a line? "Ehm. Okay." I mumbled while cutting her a line. I don't think it's fair if I say she can't have some but I can.. I watched as she uneasily took the line and scrunched her nose up while wiping around her nose. There was a small bit left so I decided to keep it till another day, have some limits or some shit. God what is she doing to me.. I'm so fucked.

We left the club after dancing a little more. "We should walk!" Jules suggested, she was clearly wasted, but maybe she was right. It could give us a chance to sober up so once we're home we can talk about her cuts. "Are you comfortable enough to walk?" I asked while wrapping my arm around her. "Mhm!" She hummed. "Okay." I nodded before we made our way down the street.

We were about halfway down the street when I saw the young and old man from earlier. I heard them wolf whistle and cat call Jules but we kept walking. "Hey baby, you wanna come back with us?" They shouted. I could see Jules growing uncomfortable. "Come on baby, I promise you'll like it." They said before laughing. They began walking over to us. "Your boyfriend ain't so loud now, huh?" The older man said while stood a few feet from us. "Go home." I spat at the men. "Ooh, come on. We'll drop her back to you tomorrow." They kept on edging closer as they spoke. That last comment pissed me off. I let go of Jules before stepping towards the older man and swinging, letting my closed up fist connect to his jaw. He went stumbling backwards before catching his balance again and walking towards me, both his fists clenched. The younger man made his way towards me as well. I could definitely win against both of them, but at the same time? With Jules there? I don't know. I fucking hope so. The younger man swung and I was stunned when his first made contact with my temple. Turning around, I pushed the younger man harshly which sent him stumbling backwards. I brought my fist down on his face which caused his lip to bleed. "Rafe come on leave it." Jules said while trying to break us up. Oh how I would love to leave it. These fuckers aren't going to though, they're both too wasted. "Go home. Please." Jules pleaded with the men. The older man grabbed me by my shoulder, spinning me around to face him before swinging multiple times. His fist connected a few times maybe. My head felt dizzy but there's no way am I passing out while these two are here with Jules. I grabbed the older mans collar and shoved him down against the ground. I began wailing my fists down on him. I know it hurt by the blood that sprayed as my fist made contact with his lip. The young man pulled me off of him to try and beat me up. He got maybe two hits in before we all heard a loud crash sound and glass flying everywhere. I looked up to see Jules stood with a glass bottle, well no. What was left of a glass bottle. "Oh fuck." I mumbled.

This chapter is a little longer sorry! I'm trying to keep them short but I feel like this all needed to be in one chapter. I hope everyone is okay and if you are struggling with any of these topics, feel free to text me. I love you all and hope you're having a good day ❤️❤️