James Maslow Imagines (Clean Version)

Wrong Enough

‘’May I have this dance?’’ James chuckled, reaching out to you when a familiar tune came on. You saw him walking up to you when you were dancing with your friends at prom. James and you have been best friends since elementary, and this wasn’t anything new.

You took the sides of your dress and made a ladylike bow.

‘’Why yes, you may, kind sir.’’ You goofed. He took your hand and danced with you on Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift. You were totally out of rhythm, but it didn’t matter.

‘’James, why are you dancing with me instead of your girlfriend.’’ You stated, smiling at him when you noticed he was alone. He made a face.

‘’I’m thinking about breaking up with her..’’ He said, twirling you around.

‘’What? Why?’’ You asked, giving him a sad face. He laughed at you.

‘’Don’t pretend like you mind. You never liked her.’’ That was true alright. You thought nothing good of that girl.

‘’I still wanna know why.’’ You shrugged. He pulled you close to him, your bodies now touching, feeling his hot breath on your skin.

‘’I fell in love.’’ He said, moving with you on the music.

‘’With someone else.’’ You bit your lip, already aware of what he was going to say. You pretended not to know.

‘’Oh really, who.’’ You mumbled. You stared at the ground, watching the lights move, while you were absentmindedly playing with the hair in his neck.

‘’With my best friend.’’ He said, lifting up your chin, so you’d face him.

‘I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild

Just keep on keeping your eyes on me’

Without further ado, he placed his soft, delicate lips on yours, kissing you. You tried not to kiss back, but let your emotions and feelings take part in it. In your mind you were laughing at Taylor Swift’s lyric, replaying it over and over again, as the kiss went on, leaving you in vertigo.

‘It’s just wrong enough to make it feel right.’