The Bad Boys Secret [Cameron Dallas fanfic]

Chapter 27 - Feelings

Boys are so cute. He is so cute. The thing is, they don't realise how cute they actually are. The way he smirks and clocks his head to the side. The way he smiles at me then bites his lip. The way he stretches and I can see his stomach, that little line of hair going to their belly button and down to their crotch. The way he runs his fingers through his hair and makes it all messy on purpose. Oh how I love it when he does that.

"What are you thinking about?" Katie says as we sit and eat our pizza takeaway in silence. I'm thinking about him. The one that makes my heart skip beats. The one that frustrates me more than anyone does. The one who distracts me from reality. Him.
"He's my favourite you know," I say randomly, not answering the question. Katie looks startled at my reply but she takes it on board anyway.
"Your favourite what?" She wonders.
"My favourite. My favourite pair of eyes to look into. My favourite name to appear on my phone. My favourite way to feel my heart beat fast. He's just my favourite everything." It's true. He is my favourite. And the thing is, that, I've fallen for him. And when you really fall for someone, and I mean really fall for someone, you can't actually describe why you exactly care for them. You can't explain the feeling of the blood rushing to every part of your body or your pulse quickening. You don't quite know what it is about that person that makes you feel this way.

I always think of him before I go to sleep. The words he said, the way he looked. The things we've laughed about, the silent moments we've shared. And then when I dream, I dream of him; its always been about him.

"Al?" Katie says as she picks a bit of pizza out her tooth. She stands at the door ready to leave my house and go back to her own. She's always around at ours, it's practically her second home.
"Katie?" I question back. She giggles, making me smile. I love seeing my best friend smile, because there's nothing better than seeing the people you love happy - it's a treasure.
"You know the worst thing that you can do to yourself is depend so much on 'him' or anyone. You know why? Because what are you going to do when that person decides that they don't need you anymore?" Then with that, she leaves me speechless. She has a point. She's right. She's always right.

Do you ever get to the point where you love someone so much, that when someone asks you how much you love then you're literally stuck for words. When you look at him you feel yourself get lost, away in your own love world. You look at him dazzled and amazed of how much you love him, he's your everything. But you're just so scared he's gonna let you go and your world is gonna come crashing down and that'll be the worst heart break you would of ever experienced... Ever

You feel yourself sit and sigh. A long sigh, not a small one. You don't know why but you're just too high on love you can't think straight. You're mind is a race horse and it's not stopping, many scenarios running through you're mind and you just wish you could record them and watch them. You worry about them all the time, scared he's gonna break your heart because you've been hurt before.

Im at this point...

I've fallen hard for him. I've really fallen for him. I've fallen for his utterly contagious laugh. I've fallen for his smile which makes me giddy for no reason at all. I've fallen for our late night calls, when one in the morning falls far too quickly. I've fallen for our inside jokes, and I'll always burst into fits of laughter whenever we are reminded of them. I've fallen for how he can make my day better, even if I wanted to cry a minute before. I've fallen for every second I get to spend with him. I've fallen hopelessly in love with him.

It's the way he makes me smile, how every joke he tells me is hilarious. How he can annoy the hell out of me one second, and make me feel like someone special the next. The way he says my name makes me weak at the knees. I've started catching myself looking his way more often, hoping he's looking at me too. Then I start getting nervous whenever I talk to him, his instant messages become more meaningful to me, even if I can't remember what he was talking about.. And that's what has made me realise. I love him.