Mute ♡

Part 10 ♡

Chris Collins pov

He heard me talk.. And he didn't judge me for it.. Or say anything negative to me about it.. He just said to me.. Beautiful. Wow. I've never been called that before to where I actually believe it. And he kissed me! And I didn't push Him.. Am I actually loved? Does someone actually love me? He does.. The only person I've said a word to.. I've talked to..

"Chris, will you tell me now in your words why you like the lights?" he actually wants to hear what I have to say, he wants to hear it. I'll say it.. But I'm arguing with my head right now.. The demons.

"Umm, the ligh-ts back home seemed so broken and bent, like nothing was going go-od for them and that they did nothing else but just sit there.. But people didn't see that, they just saw lights. But here it's new for me. The brokenness is not here for them, they are not bent.. They just stand there bri-ght and tall. The words stumbled out..

He looks At me and kisses me again "damn Chris, your so beautiful" I lean into it and I don't push his body away. He grabs my hand and kisses it gently. "This was a amazing night Chris, I want to hear your voice more.. And maybe you'll even sing for me. But I know you already love or like me Chris, and I love you. Not like. Love. So please be mine"

I smile and slowly say "yes" he smiles and kisses me.

We grab our stuff from the roof and go downstairs, we sit on the couch for a while with my head laying against his chest. The quietness was short.. The guys came home screaming and arguing.

As always Nash was screaming about something 👇🏼
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