One Big Beautiful Mess // Thomas Sangster Love Story

Prolouge.

I loved his stunning brown eyes that looked green in the sunlight yet he'd hide them behind a pair of sunglasses. The tall, built figure he called his body. His hair, so soft and smooth, making it even easier to run my fingers through and those lips, a cocky smirk never seemed to leave his lips.

I fell in love with the way he said my name, the sexy British accent so vivid and clear in his tone you could almost touch it. Even a lie sounded good in that accent.

The way he held me and the way he kissed me as if I was air and if he didn't he wouldn't be able to breathe. He made me feel so alive, different, special...

Like my life had a whole new purpose. I know what your thinking, you must be obssessed with him. Don't judge you don't even know him becuase if you did, you would do exactly the same.

I love him so much.

It's insane.

Well, believe it or not, I wasn't always like this. I was never obssessed with him, never loved him, he was simply that boy trying to get my attention out of all the drooling dolls he could've chose over me.

Okay, fine. I lied, It's not that simple. He was so much more. At first he was just the arrogant British bad boy with the leather jacket, the sunglasses on indoors and the incredibly bad reputation and atrocious attitude.

All the girls fell for his gorgeous looks. All except for me. He wouldn't stop at nothing to change that. He was nice to me despite the occasional witty comeback. Other than that he was willing to change the fact that I had zero interest in him whatsoever.

That intrigued me more than anything. Sooner or later my full attention was fixtuated on him. He won. He got me. I was so scared he'd drop me but suprisingly he didn't. Instead my grades dropped and I was no longer that exemplary star student.

I didn't loose complete control over my education it's just instead of studying I found myself sneaking off and away from my parents to meet with him, lying to them telling them I was going to the library because I knew if they found out I wouldn't live to see another day.

But my life wasn't one of those cliche romance books turn movies and I got caught. Surprisingly I didn't lie to them that day, I told them I loved him, needed him. I didn't hesitate once they found out, but they did and boy did they freak out.

That's not even the right term, they were furious. They told me I was never allowed to see him again, I was practically

grounded for life.

Yet I regret nothing.

Not one bit.

I actually lived my life. He helped me realise what I wanted and I knew I wanted him part of it...

Then everything turned out to be One Big Beautiful Mess. And messes can be cleaned up or left whether they are beautiful or not.