Wrapped Around Your Finger\\M.C.

<<<ten>>>

<<<Samantha>>>

Her small hand wraps around his neck as their lips touch and an electric wave travels through their existence. The temperature around them increases as his heart thumps in his chest and her body vibrates with deep delight. Selfless passion and desire floods their minds as she pulls away, the tingle of his lips still on hers as she opens her eyes, finding his already staring at her.

His large hand brushes the hair off her face before resting on her cheek, his thumb rubbing lightly over her temple as he stares into her eyes. She watches his light green eyes dart around as they take in the tiniest of features about her and since the passing of Lexi, she has never felt more seen. His green pools contain a striking amount of turquoises and light blues, reminding her of the ocean, a place they both seem drawn too.

"Do you want to go for a walk?" She asks, as she notices his left eye contains more blue than the right.

"Sure," he half smiles as his eyes fall to her lips and her heart thumps loudly in her ears, desperately wanting to feel his mouth on hers.

He stands up before pulling her to her feet and intertwine their fingers, his hands surprisingly soft as well as warm and gentle. She eyes their clasped hands, and then her eyes travel up to his intense amount of bracelets, noticing some are studded or contain skulls. Her attention drifts to his thick tattooed bands, wondering how much it would have hurt to be repeatedly stabbed with a cluster of needles over the sensitive skin on the inside of his arm, before her eyes travel up to his profile.

His features are so soft and tender; it brings a smile to her face at the rough and edgy appearance he attempts to pull off. He does it well, a true punk spirit, but deep down she can tell he is sensitive and kindhearted, possibly to a fault. Staring at the calmness in the small smile on his plush lips, she recalls the hug he gave to the fan. Legitimate compassion and delight crossed his face as he delicately held that girl to his chest, besides here with her, the only other moment of true joy she has witnessed from him tonight.

His unnatural red hair brings out the pink tone under his pale skin and enhances the color of his lips while accentuating the rare dark green lines in his eyes, bringing out the magnificence of this angel in disguise. Although she doesn't know where his life is headed and is pretty certain its in the opposite direction of hers, she does know she wants all of him for the time she can, willing to reciprocate.

"So if you don't want to be a doctor, what do you want to be?" he asks her, tiliting his head to stare down at her with those warm ocean-like eyes.

"I don't want to say," she looks down nervously, realizing she truly sucks at anything musical compared to him.

"What? Why?" he laughs gently, even that sound beautiful in her ear canals.

"Because it's embarrassing when compared to you," she bites her lip anxiously and stares out at the ocean before he squeezes her hand.

"I promise you can tell me," he says to sincerely she feels silly for thinking anything different.

"Okay," she chuckles with nerves as she tucks her hair behind her ear and looks down at the sand, "I really like music."

"Actually?" he grins wide, exposing his unique round smile and larger two front teeth that add to his sweet, endearing personality.

"Yes," she can't help but grin back, like she just saw a compilation of adorable kittens on the internet, "I like writing songs."

"Songwriting is hard," he says and her face falls, feeling deflated.

"No, I just mean that's an amazing ambition. Which doesn't surprise me," he half smiles at her, the side of his face joining in and her neck heats up. "It just comes naturally to some people. Like Calum."

"That's your dark haired friend?" she asks, recalling the darker skinned boy with random tattoos all over his arm.

"My best friend, yeah," he smiles at the ground, "We've been friends since were like eight."

"And now you're in a band together touring with One Direction, that's pretty amazing. I'm jealous."

"It's pretty wonderful," he sighs before his heads falls and he watches his solid black converse sink into the sand. "Which is why I feel so fucking guilty being depressed. It's fucking stupid."

"No," she stops and turns to him, catching his attention, and he stares into her serious eyes, "We can't help the way we feel sometimes. It just sounds like you need professional guidance or maybe medication."

"Ugh," he groans and rolls his eyes before glaring out into the ocean.

"I don't mean to be offensive," she says quietly and grabs his arm, hoping he's not mad at her as her chest feels tight with worry. "But it sounds like your overwhelmed or it's a chemical imbalance that could be easily corrected."

"And you would know because you're a doctor?" he mocks her before her brows pinch together and she swallows, hurt. He closes his eyes and releases a burdened exhale before he turns to her, grabbing her other hand and looking deep into her upset eyes, "I'm sorry. It just fucking sucks to have to admit that your broken."

"You're not broken," she shakes her head, more hurt at his words against himself than the ones that were directed at her out of grief.

"I'm 19 years old in a band with my best mates touring the world with One Direction and fans waiting outside for days just to hug me or give me a bracelet," he lifts his arms, "and all I want to do it hide and scream at the top of my lungs because I don't know why I feel this way!"

His chest is heaving by the time he is done, staring at her with desperation and begged assistance, crumbling before her eyes. Her heart rips in half for this wonderful person before her, not understanding this is not his fault, not able to recognize he is merely a human with a simple hormonal imbalance and intense life that leaves him out of control. She swallows back the tears she wants to shed for him and instead squeezes his hands tight before dropping her head back and screaming up to the dark blue sky.

He steps back with wide eyes, startled before she stops and looks at him with a smile on her face, realizing even she feels better after the release, "Your turn."