Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

Part 1 Your Song (M.C)

HIS POV

I turned the corner, my feet padding against the floor and my arms swinging at my sides.

I was walking with determination, and my face had broke out into a huge fucking grin.

Today was the day.

I was ready.

I'd been afraid for too long, too fucking long.

And I'd finally located my balls and worked up the courage to do this.

In my hand was a sheet of paper that had every single feeling I had scrawled on it.

This paper was like my soul, it was precious and extremely important.

And inside this thin piece of paper was my heart.

I'd poured every single feeling from every single cell in my body into this small, thin thing.

And it was irreplaceable.

She had to have this.

I had to let her know.

She had to know.

I strode down the school hallway, ignoring every stare that came my way.

The stares that I received each and every day.

The stares I didn't care about.

I didn't fucking care anymore.

I'd forced myself to stop caring, to stop feeling.

I only had one feeling now.

One meaningful feeling.

Love.

And this love, this feeling was pushing me forward.

It was the only thing keeping me going, getting me through the day.

It was my only source of light.

She was my only source of light.

And I had to let her know that.

She had to know.

Her locker was closer, and with every step, it felt like my heart was beating harder.

I wiped one of my palms onto my black jeans, the sweat making me self conscious.

I took a deep breath, not allowing the fear and pure terror to sink in.

I'd managed to erase that.

I had to keep it gone, keep it out.

I stepped with such purpose, knowing it was now or never.

This was going to be the answer.

Her locker was, as usual, crowded with the miscreants she associated with.

I never understood why an angel messed with the devil.

But I couldn't really accuse her of anything, I had no place to judge.

I was the devil himself.

My flaming red hair, and black lined eyes were proof.

My heart was jet black, cold and dangerous, but somehow she had managed to sneak in.

She was an unwanted surprise, which then turned into my best mistake.

She was everything that was bad for me, and I was the same for her.

But for some unknown reason, we fit.

As I edged closer to the sea of people surrounding her, the sea opened up and created a pathway for me to walk into.

And there, pressed against the lockers was Y/N.

A body was crushed up against her, his hands roaming every inch of her body, and his lips tasting the sweetness of her skin.

Her eyes were closed, her lashes fluttering and tickling the skin under her eyes.

She had a lazy smile, but one that showed pure pleasure and in front of her, her little mannequins watched with pure jealously flaming in their eyes.

Their stances were poised, as they chewed on their gum.

I don't recall the exact moment I broke, but at some point in those mere seconds, my whole body shattered.

The only source of light was turned into darkness, and the cloud of grey that hovered above me poured down on me, opening its high heavens and soaking me.

The paper in my hand crunched and crumbled, dropping at my feet, and my body was empty.

I was a void of nothingness.

I turned on my heel and stormed away, leaving behind me the only positivity that was in my life.

She was my Achilles heel.

She wasn't the girl I knew.

She was gone.

I was on my own.

I'd lost everything.

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