Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

Part 3 Your Song (M.C)

YOUR POV

By lunchtime, I still hadn't spotted the boy with the red hair.

The paper he had disposed of still sat, neatly folded in my bag.

I hadn't had the chance to look at it yet, I hadn't been left alone.

The people I associated with never seemed to give me a minute of peace.

It was as if they couldn't survive without me giving them orders.

Like they needed to be ordered around otherwise they wouldn't know left from right.

It was quite pathetic really.

I sat at the table, our usual table, and their voices became mingled, disappearing into the air around me.

Everything they said was invisible to me, I didn't hear it.

I sat at the end of the table, my back to them and I pulled out the paper, straightening it out, smoothing out the crinkles.

The words were scrawls across the paper, messy handwriting but the most beautiful words.

"She was my only source of light,
She was an angel."

My eyes followed the words, the feelings that were poured into each letter slicing through me.

Every single feeling he had, were written here in just a few simple words, but it was clear that this was important to him.

She was his angel.

And for some small unknown reason, I felt like these words were written for me.

He'd stopped just inches from where I'd stood, and it wasn't until I'd heard the sounds of crinkling paper and heavy footsteps that I'd noticed his presence.

My eyes followed his departing figure, noticing his hunched shoulders, but tense back, the muscles strained as he stormed away.

My fingers itched to reach for him and smooth out the tension that was curled inside his body.

Why was he so angry?

I'd questioned his motives all day long, trying my hardest to piece together why he'd done what he had done.

I wanted to talk to him, I wanted to hear his deep, husky voice telling me every feeling he felt.

I wanted him to pour out his soul to me, and let me take away the hurt and pain he was clearly feeling.

I'd only ever had one meeting with him and that wasn't long, however the small encounter we'd shared had pulled me in.

He was a smart boy, and even though his stance and posture showed darkness, you could tell he was a bright soul.

He danced with the he devil, and all he needed was an angel to pull him back.

"I was the devil himself, so why did the angel pull me in,
She held me in a prison that was difficult to escape,
But the pain was pleasurable."

He talked about an angel over and over again, someone that seemed to make him a better person.

He made me a better person.

He just screamed badness, but I needed some of that in my life.

I needed the dark to mix with the light and create a balance.

I had to find the balance.

"What you reading?" a voice called over my shoulder.

My hands fumbled with the paper, folding it back in half and keeping the words hidden.

"Just some notes for the exam next week," I shrugged.

I reached for my tray of food, which I'd pushed aside and grabbed at the bottle of water.

He took a seat beside me and leaned into my side.

"Why you bothering about that stupid exam. It's not marked anyway, it's just a practice," he scoffed.

I just smiled and put the paper back into my bag.

"We're all heading outside for a bit. You coming?" he asked.

He fixed his backpack on his shoulders and threw an arm over my shoulders.

"Sure," I said quietly.

I grabbed the remaining bits of food off of my tray and stuffed them into my bag, keeping the bottle of water clutched in my hands.

The boys led the way outside but he kept his arm wrapped over my shoulders, pulling me along beside him.

After we'd spent some time together, he had begun to treat me like his little toy.

He flaunted me around the school making sure everyone we passed knew I was his.

But that was just it, I wasn't his.

I wasn't anyone's.

I was my own.

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* Note from author *

Please don't criticise the song lyrics I wrote in this part. I was going to try and use some actual 5SOS lyrics but I couldn't think of which song could really work well with this. I was going to use Amnesia but that's more like when you're dating someone then break up, whereas this story is before he's dating the girl, so it wouldn't have worked well. So I just wrote my own lyrics and they're not very good, so I apologise.