The city's best hitman and a precious little flower meet at Le papillon blue, New York's most notorious strip club. An angel on his shoulder that hes going to drag down to hell with him, what could go wrong?
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I stood there, watching her. I was...
'I know I dream about her all day I think about her with her clothes off I'm ridin' 'round with my system pumpin' LSD'
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(1/2 of the double update!!)
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May 9 1:03am
Harry Styles
Diana's face dropped.
She went silent.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I knew I'd fuck it up.
Fuck this.
Fuck everything.
I was supposed to fucking ask. Not demand.
Be my girlfriend. Who says that shit? It's so demanding. I was supposed to fucking ask her, it was a question that she was supposed to answer.
God, I've fucking ruined everything.
Was it too soon? Was I supposed to wait longer?
It was definitely too soon. She was going to be scared off, it was too soon.
Fuck.
Shit.
Fuck.
It's been too long, she hasn't answered, she's going to say no and I'm going to fucking die if embarrassment. I shouldn't have asked, she was going to say no.
She didn't like me that much, she couldn't.
This is so fucking embarrassing.
It was too much too soon, I was going to scare her away.
Fuck I've ruined everything.
She hasn't answered yet.
Are my cheeks red?
They feel red.
God I wanna to fucking crawl in a hole and die.
"No- will you..uh- can you be- no." I shook my head, wondering how it was actually possible to fuck up this bad. "Fuck me, I'm so shit at this"
Diana placed her hands on my cheeks, and I hesitated but looked at her face. She was biting her lip and smiling widely.
She leaned forward and her forehead rested against mine. My mouth was so fucking dry I was that nervous at what her response was going to me. I'd fully expected her to have said no already. It was too soon, I was doing this all fucking wrong. I should have asked her ages ago, right? But what if then she had been scared off. Was this the right time? Should I have given her flowers or some shit? No. What the fuck is wrong with me? Maybe it was the adrenaline from killing James dad that had me blurting out words before I could stop myself. I didn't think this through properly and she was going to hate me or some shit.
