Interracial 5sos

Management 2

Three fucking months....It wasn't like we quit on eachother we tried staying in touch.The boss found out and things happened.So here I am sitting on the same bed in the same open room that I've been sitting on for at least a week now.

I lay in the tangled sheets fully clothed flipping the fancy box in my hands opening and closing it.I held it up open letting the sun shine through it as little beams formed on my walls.

Sighing I closed it and put it on my nightstand.A knock on the door echoed through the silent room as a familiar face walked in.

"Hey.",she gave a small wave.

I gave a basically nonexistent smile in return as she sat in the chair of the corner.

"I..-I know this is painful.I also know that you miss her still.",she sighed sadly.

I looked up at her.

"I don't Abigail she is out of my life and there's nothing I can do about that so-"

"Look you and I both know that diamond ring in that box is not for me.",she chuckled lightly.

I flopped back down on my bed.

"Go.I'll be fine."

"They're gonna kill me or us if I go."

"I think i have a way to distract my own dad that you left."

"Thanks.Just promise me you won't get angry like you used to." I said nervously thinking about her past relationships.

She nodded and shooed me off.I took a chonce (lol 18) and went to her old place where she used to live.Pulling up to the complex I saw her car and a whole lot of others as well filling up the lot.I walked to her room anyways and rang the doorbell.Hearing the music I started to rethink my life choices.

She must be having a party or something.Thats rude I'll come back later.

I finally agreed with my conscious and turned on my heels making my way down the stairs.

"Michael!"

I heard the loud tap of heels and running,turning around to see....her?

"Y/N?"

She nodded slowly as she came down slower on the steps.She was dressed for a party wearing a red skater dress and black ballerina stilettos.

"I-I um.Shit",i rubbed the back of my neck as I admired her.

Shes a work of art,and art isn't supposed to look beautiful it's supposed to make you feel something.

"I love you."

I teared up shaking my head and biting my lower lip.Walking slowly down the stairs she passed the opening of the brick wall.The light shone through her hair showing its true colours,and made her y/e/c seem like the only entry way to her soul.

She put her hands on the Sid of my face and kissed at my cheeks in which the tears have fallen.

"I love you.",she whispered looking me in the eye.

"Can I kiss you?",I asked hesitantly.

She shook her head wrapping her silky arms around my neck as a kiss was placed tenderly and softly against my lips.It wasn't fast.We took time to recognize and feel the memory of our past with eachother flow back into our minds.I then felt her tears fall onto my cheeks not breaking our kiss for a thing i held her closer to me making us fit like a square in a rectangle.

"I love you tenderly & tragically,and i want to forever as a matter of fact.This time im not letting you go for anything."

She took the ring from my hand and placed it on herself.She didnt gawk at the ring like any other girl might have though,looking me straight in the eye she smiled.

"You're perfect."

Un-edited cause im a lazy ass potato.This is really suckish cause my butt tried to be a poet or whatever lol.Anyways i usually try to edit it a little while after i publish it cause idk im stupid.