A King's heart

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Every time I see her smile,
my heart skips two to four times faster.

Since the day I saw her dancing in the bar, jumping in her own beat, I knew from there that she was different. She was not like any other girl I met, I felt from that time our eyes met, I wanted to know her more.

We were dancing to Icona pop's song "I dont care, I love it" and a few more songs and drank a few shots of baileys.

Her smile was addicting, but it felt a little sad. It was hard to talk to her in the booming music outside, and we have decided to run away from everything.

"AYAAAAAAA!" One of her guy friend screamed at us, and we playfully hide at the side of the street.

The guy was running after us, but probably felt tired and frustrated and left us. We both laughed.

The place was dark, the night was cold and she is scorching hot.

I went closer to her, testing if she feels the same way. She leaned forward, as we come closer.

I felt our lips touch. Her lips tasted sweet with a hint of cream. Taste like baileys. my favorite drink.

"BADUMP. BADUMP. BADUMP." says my heart.

It was a quick kiss, but it has a different feeling in my heart.

She looked kind of pale, and then she vomit and passed out. OH SHIT.

Is my kiss that bad fpr her to pass out? I joked in my head.

I brought her in my car, and then she start talking.

"I hate you. I hate you so much andre. Friends??!" She murmured.

"Fuck your bullshit!" She cursed.

"Calm down." I told her. Wow. Is she emo or something?

"Andre, why dont you love me the way I love you?" She said and looked at me. Her eyes was starting to tear up.

"Answer me!" She screamed. I stopped the car, and reach for her seatbelt.

Our face was inch away, when she whispered in my ear.

"Is it impossible for you to love me?" She said in a soft whisper.

"It's not." I replied.

Badump. Badump. Badump.

My heart started to make this weird sound again.

What's with this girl, that makes me want to protect her more, that makes me want to brat the shit out of the guy who made her feel this pain.

Maybe its because of her honest eyes, and her sweet but sad smile. Or maybe because, I want to kiss her again.

I leaned forward to kiss her, but she fell asleep.

I laughed so hard.

I dont know what's happening to me.

I honestly dont care right now.

I just care about how happy I am with her.

I just hope, my selfishness wont break her.

A few more minutes and we have reached my condo.

I never let anyone inside my place before, but I have no choice.

I cant let her go like this. She looks so innocent, and fragile that I cant stop wanting to take care of her.

I carried her in my arms.

Her hair smells like strawberry.

I love strawberries, I had to stop my self sniffing her hair like a complete weirdo.

I lay her on my bed. And then she suddenly woke up.

"Bae" She said in a gibberish drunk kind of way.

"What?"

"Bae, I feel tired. I feel soooo tired." She said and suddenly stood up.

"The ocean is calling me!" She gestured to the sky.

She was so funny.

"Let's have fun in the sun! Lets have sun in the sand" she sang and dance around the place. She's the cutest drunk ive ever seen.

We were laughing so hard.

Then like all the drunk people, she did the unacceptable.

She started vomiting again, good thing I was able to bring to the toilet.

She was full of vomit, and I had to clean her up.

I started to wipe her face with clean cloth, she dont have make up on, but she was beautiful.

She has long eye lashes. Soft lips. Pretty nose.

I cant find anything wrong with her.

Well, except the vomit.

I carefully opened the buttons of her shirt.

Sexual harassment. Thats whats going on my mind.

I'll be jailed for sexual harassment for helping this girl.

I took a deep breath. I CANT DO THIS.

I'm afraid I cannot stop myself, if I see her. Naked.

Sexual harassment. I kept telling myself.

This is embarrassing. I put a blindfold on my eyes, and started to pull out her pants.

I took the comforter and completely cover her body.

Thats my limit. I cant go further.

I might want to do something, that I am not suppose to do.

And I dont want my selfishness, to break this beautiful angel.





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