HOME | DD

Description
"Dollface!"

Allen stood in front of your door and banged on it as loud as he could.
No answer. You just rolled up into a ball on your bed and covered your ears with a blanket.

The red-head on the other side of the door was never a really patient guy. He could've just waited and you would have left the room eventually, but no, Allen F. Jones didn't care to use his brain when he didn't have to. He was not stupid. He was just too lazy to do it.

"Look, I'm sorry, I will never do it again, okay?"

You just puffed. It was hard to take his promises serious.

"You always say that!"

What he did? He had been harassing you. He always did that. It was some kind of hobby. It wasn't as horrible as it sounded, he just flirted with you all the time and made very suggestive jokes.

Allen didn't see the problem with that. And so you knew he would do it again. But you hated it. You always thought that a attractive person like Al flirting with you would make you feel attractive as well. But it didn't. He had no manners and you liked him. Very much.

It started of very harmless when you were looking for a new roommate one year ago. He was loud, but very funny and he flirted his way into your apartment and your heart.

It's not like you hated promiscuous men, you just hated to find out that you weren't special, he did that to anyone. Which made the day you realized your feelings for him very painful.

Allen had invited you to a vegan restaurant. At first you felt fluttered, since the place was really expensive, but then the beautiful waitress asked for your orders.

And of course Allen, as the Casanova that he was, had to hit on her. And you thought it was a date. How stupid you felt that day. And so, so hurt.

This was also the day you started to write in a diary. Keeping track of your emotional development was supposed to help you understand your feelings for him, to erase them. But it didn't help at all.

Allen was still banging on your door. Feeling tears well up in your eyes and your heart burn like fire, you put on some clothes and climbed out of the window to avoid him.

-----------
Meanwhile, the red-head who caused you so much pain started to get worried about you after banging on your door for 10 minutes. Allen searched for a knife in the kitchen and fiddled with your door. The lock gave in after a few second and he went in. But to his surprise and shock he couldn't find you.

Wondering were you went, he searched your room for clues and he found your diary under your bed.

To his own surprise, Allen's consciousness told him not to read it, but after a while he did.
He was hoping to find out why you had been acting so strange the last few weeks.

Allen turned to page one and started to read. It dated back to the day when he moved in.

"Dear Diary, I used to make fun of people who write in diaries, but I decided to give you a try.
Today was a very exciting day. A stranger came to my apartment to become my new roommate.
His name is Allen and he is very attractive. He is taller than me and I have a major weakness for tall guys. He is also quite muscular. I don't want to sound shallow, but he is making my head spin a bit right now with that appearance of his. His hair is red and so are his eyes. It makes him look very special and mysterious. And the best part are his piercings. I never imagined I would be the type to like them, but he could probably make everything look hot. He looks like the cliche of a bad boy and I hate cliches. I hope I don't fall in love, I don't think I'm in his league"

"Dear Diary, Allen has been living in my apartment for a month now. I'm scared. He hits on me every time we are in the same room. Does it mean that he likes me? Why would he, I'm not that special. What if I fall in love now and confess to him and he just made fun of me all the time?
I think I will just try to ignore him a bit, maybe then the feelings will die down"

"Dear Diary, I hate you. You are not helping me at all. You were supposed to help me understand my feelings, but you didn't. And now I'm in love with him. I know that it isn't just a crush, because I wanted to cry when he flirted with the waitress at the restaurant. And I thought it was a date. Hah, way to go, stupid me! Who is so dumb and falls in love with their roommate! He would never love me back. He is so wonderful and I'm just...me. I hate my life."

"Dear diary, I love Allen a bit too much. Yesterday I wondered what eye-color our children would have. I even googled some genetics to find out what they could look like. I want to marry him. This is bad. I have already been at this point with my feelings for someone else. At this point, it won't be long until I start crying myself to sleep."

"Dear diary, I'm crying right now. I'm on my period and my hormones are going crazy. I want to be pregnant with his child. I want to be his wife and when he comes home I want him to kiss me and tell me he loves me, but he won't. I'm starting to think that he is some sort of super-human and I'm just a loser. I can't stop crying"

"Dear diary, he won't stop hitting on me. He tells me he wants to sleep with me. Does Allen think I'm easy? Or a slut? Will he move elsewhere when he got what he wanted?"

"Dear Diary, today I feel especially disgusted at myself. I snuck into his room when he was out. I rolled around in his bed and imagined him cuddling me. When I smelled his pillow and realized this will never happen, I started to cry like a baby."

"Dear diary, would anyone miss me when I ran away? To get away from him? Because every day in his presence hurts. Every second when I see him, I wish he would pull me into his arms and kiss me and touch me. But he doesn't. I hate my heart a lot right now. Why does it have to hurt so much"

Allen found the last entry, it was from today.

"Dear diary, I'm going to run away. I'm done. I got my most important stuff. I will leave you here so he can understand why. Today he got a tongue piercing. He said he wanted to test it by kissing me.
I know that was just another one of his jokes. I can't take this anymore. I'm leaving"

Allen dropped the diary. He didn't think long, he just left the house and ran to the main station. He was lucky enough to see you getting on a train. He entered as well and waited until you got off.

He wanted to confront you about your feelings for him, but not in public.
You checked into a hotel and he followed you to your room.

When you saw him you tried to close the door but he put his feet in the way.

"What are you doing here? Go away!" You tried to sound angry, but your voice broke and you started to cry. He wanted to pull you into his arms, but you jumped out of the way and curled up on the bed, blocking your hearing with the blanket. But it was too thin and you could hear everything.

Allen sat down on the bed and caressed hour back.

"I'm sorry dollface, but I read your diary. I didn't know how you feel about me."

You sobbed very loudly and he managed to pull away the blanket slowly.
Seeing you cry like this made his heart ache. Why didn't he notice before? He pulled you into a hug, despite your effort to get away.

"L...leave me alone!"

Allen stroked your hair and raised your chin with his finger.
"I won't"

You tried to get away from him, but he pulled you into his lap, pressing his lips onto yours.
At first you were shocked and wanted to stop him, but your passion for him overwhelmed you and you gave in to the kiss. Allen felt reassured by that and snuck his tongue into your mouth.

The kiss became more and more heated and his hands tried to touch every part of your body, one caressing your neck and the other stroking your tummy.

You realized what you were doing and pulled away.

"I don't need your pity..."

Tears started to roll down your cheeks again and Allen sighed.

"I don't pity you, I love you. I'm sorry for hitting on you, I really didn't know how to get to you and I was too nervous to confess my feelings. And I'm really sorry for flirting with the waitress, I wanted to make you jealous, not hurt"

"I don't believe you."
You sniffed into the blanked and tried to get away from him.

Allen didn't let that happen and pulled you back into his lap. A thumb stroked your cheeked to wipe away the tears.

"I will give you enough time to believe me"