All he ever did was taint her, all he ever wanted was for her to be his redemption.
"Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it, I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still trying to find it..." T.Swift
Sequel to Forbidden.
Warning: This story...
Song for the chapter: Taylor Swift - Out of the woods
*You might have a love-hate feeling for this chapter, hah. :)(evil laughter heard in the distance.)
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I'm holding onto myself when a breeze hit my body, I couldn't bring myself to get inside yet, though I was excited to see him, the thought that he doesn't want to is upsetting.
Louis was here for a few moments, trying to talk me out of it but soon only encouraged me if it felt like the right thing to do. And it did but I was reluctant.
I tuck a hair strand that had loosened from my bun, then pull my jean jacket tightly to my body. It wasn't that cold but I needed a leaning point.
After twenty minutes of stalling I get in. I can't see people, or the usual hot mess of drunking dances, the club is empty.
There's a frown adorning my face... Did Louis set me up to find nothing?
My eyes land on the person sitting before the bar top in a recliner seat. It seemed that he took it from his office, a veil of smoke is before his face.
Hoppla! Dieses Bild entspricht nicht unseren inhaltlichen Richtlinien. Um mit dem Veröffentlichen fortfahren zu können, entferne es bitte oder lade ein anderes Bild hoch.
Hoppla! Dieses Bild entspricht nicht unseren inhaltlichen Richtlinien. Um mit dem Veröffentlichen fortfahren zu können, entferne es bitte oder lade ein anderes Bild hoch.
It covers him and oozes repeatedly out of his mouth, in thick waves that soon evaporate. He's staring down, looking deep in thought.
He's here. My shoulders sag in relief.
So he left the hospital to get high...it makes me sad and furious at the same time.
Before I can get inside I'm stopped by two guards. It's just then that Zayn noticed me.
The guards look his way questioningly and I plead him with my eyes. But he merely stared for seconds when he broke off the eye-contact and then shakes his head at the men.
What?
They already push me back, not harshly but it's annoying.
I will not go without a fight.
"Let go of me!" I snap and slapped their hands away but they are considerably bigger in height and muscle so my struggle to get them to release me goes in vain.
