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My everything

Rafe's POV:

I felt lost...
It was quiet, but my heart was racing,
What the fuck have I done?

I should've fucking told her, but I was so afraid of losing her,
I got used to my girl, to my Y/n, that I got caught up and the whole dare didn't even fucking matter to me,

I stand there, the rain plasters over me, feels like a cold duvet,
She made me feel like I am covered in a warm one, every fucking day, when it's so cold that finger turn purple-blue,
When the clouds sag so low you feel suffocated,
She was that warmth,

And I fucked up...

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I search everywhere and anywhere,

I went to her house, to all of her friends' house, my house, which of course was the least I expected her to be,

The blood is rushing through me so fast,

I went everywhere, called her over hundred times and sent over thousand messages, begging her to answer, to let me know where she is...

I could never imagine that I'd be so in love with anyone,
So in love that I make her the reason of my awakening,
Of my smile,
Of the laughter,
She Is My Everything...

The thought of losing her is so unbearable that I refuse it,

She is my Y/n, and I fucking refuse to ever lose her...

I keep searching, it's getting lighter, and then,

Then I see her,
Through the window, she is sat on her favourite seat at the cafe that she always forces me to go to,

'The best apple crumble is here, come on, let's go"

Fuck, I'd buy thirty of them and build thirty more of them just for her,

I walk in, her eyes half-closed and her head resting on the window,

I hate myself for making her feel this way,

I walk up to her, she seems to exhausted,

Hr weary head slowly turns to gauge my presence...

Y/n's POV:

He found me, I don't know if I should celebrate for the dedication or slap him with a tray that lays in front of me,

'Rafe...I don't want to-'

'Please listen...listen to me.'

'I-'

My eyes drift to a close and then back open again,

I am physically and mentally exhausted, I thought the apple crumble would make it better,

But the memories of him buying so many of them just to make it laugh blur out all of the distractions,

I feel his strong arms snake around my waist and pick me up,

I wrap my arms around his neck, my head on his shoulder,

I am too tired to even try to resist, all that I am capable of is the mere:

'Let me down...I can't stand you...'

'I know love, and as soon as you wake up, you can slap, beat, punch and yell at me all you want, after, I'll explain.'

'No, you are a dickhead and I...' My words fad away, I had so many good insults, and now,

That I am held in his broad hands, supported by his chest and a shoulder as a pillow,

I just want him, his presence,

I do hate him and his presence makes me so irritated, how dare he pick me up like nothing happened,

But then again...I am somewhat prepared to listen and spare three minutes on him,

After I punch him...tomorrow.

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