Shattered - H.S. |on hold|

Seven.

I was startled by his sudden actions. I didn't expect I would ever kiss this guy, let alone it would feel so good. His lips on my own sent sparks from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. As much as I wanted to push him away, I couldn't.

I knew how wrong this was. This was a guy, most likely dangerous, kissing me. I haven't kissed a guy since my last boyfriend, I even barely had touched one. He had mood swings like no other. One time he took the worse out of me, the other time the best. But even how really wrong this was, the sensation felt like it was meant to be.

He didn't force the kiss, he didn't beg for reply I wouldn't give him. The lips just lightly moved against my own, my upper lip fitting perfectly between both of his'.

I hadn't realized my eyes were closed until he pulled away and my eyes fluttered open. His eyes were boring into mine, breath fanning over my lips. He didn't wear that frown on his forehead, he didn't smile, his lips were a perfect thin line. His features were unreadable and it annoyed me, because he could probably perfectly read mine.

Without thinking any further I turned around and opened the door in one swift movement, letting my back face him. He grabbed my arm softly but I janked it away stepping inside.

Before I slammed the door shut I heard him whisper my name, sending even more sparks through my body. I decided to close the door softly instead of slamming it and letting myself slid down against the wooded door while the tears slowly started falling and the thoughts came rushing forward.

He wanted to hurt me but he couldn't stand to see me hurt so he just kissed me instead. It didn't make any sense, the only thing I understood is how this boy was pulling me closer everytime, just to push me away later and even though I didn't want it, it hurt me, just like he felt like I needed.

I dried the tears from my cheeks, they weren't worth it anyway. Dropping my bags on the cough, I immediately dialled the person I missed already: Cleo.

“Hello, Belle?” a male voice spoke, curse Cleo and her five brothers having the same voice. My family was five, but we were kind of mixed. You wouldn't set Ashton and Eleanor as my siblings to be honest. They had taken over the strong British accent since they were born and raised here, while Felicity, Scott and I still had that bit of Australians in our blood. Cleo was purely British, Manchester to be exact. She had five older brothers and I only knew two of them. Ed and Matthew were the oldest, twin brothers. I think they were 26, but I wasn't sure. Nicholas was 23, didn't really know him either. I only knew Liam and Lewis. Lewis turned 21 this year, just like my brother Scott did. Lewis was one of those friends that co-owned Scott's club and lived above it. I only knew Liam because it was Cleo's favorite.

“I'm so sorry, but who am I talking to?” I tried not to sound weak or let out another sob “your voices all sound the same.” the guy I have been talking to let out a chuckle and that's how I knew it was Liam.

Liam was the sweetheart of the boys, it was actually the sweetest guy I had even known in my life. Lewis and Scott taunted me, because they said Liam was just kind to me because he had a crush on me. I juct couldn't believe that, I swear Liam wouldn't hurt a fly while Cleo and I definitely would. We hated flies to death, I mean they don't do anything, they just fly around, fly against your window and make a stupid sounds to annoy you. Cleo and I most likely killed them. Either way I was glad I ended up with Liam on the other side of the phone, since I didn't know anyone except him and Lewis, and that last only just annoyed me most of the time.

“Hi Liam.” I smiled, because that's what effect his chuckle had on me, I didn't see him a lot, but he never failed to make me smile. Before he could reply I heard a female shout in the background.