Sitting Alone in the August Sun

OF COURSE

Part 18

---Liam's POV---

I am standing in August sun worried as hell. I just asked Ava to be my girlfriend and she is looking at me with a completely emotionless expression. All the sudden she blurts out

"OF COURSE!"

And wraps me in a hug. I feel a smile appear on my face. It feels great to have her in my arms. I smile and peck her on the lips. Look into her blue green eyes, she's so beautiful.

"Your perfect,"

I say.

Ava blushes and hugs me tighter. We sit in each others arms. Finally Ava says.

"I didn't know you played guitar,"

She goes over and picks up the guitar.

"Can you teach me how,"

She asks.

"Sure,"

I say and smile.

I sit down next to her and ask,

"What song do you wanna learn,"

"The A Team,"

She replies.

I start teaching her the chords for The A Team (A/N I don't know if this is how you learn guitar, do bear with me) We sit down for a bit as I teach her what to do. She's a really quick learning and in like no time she learned the whole song.

"Can you sing while I play?"

Ava asks.

Sure I say.

She starts playing and I start singing.

White lips, pale face

Breathing in snowflakes

Burnt lungs, sour taste

Light's gone, day's end

Struggling to pay rent

Long nights, strange men

And they say

She's in the Class A Team

Stuck in her daydream

Been this way since 18

But lately her face seems

Slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries

And they scream

The worst things in life come free to us

Cos we're just under the upperhand

Go mad for a couple grams

And she don't want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland

Or sells love to another man

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

Angels to fly

Ripped gloves, raincoat

Tried to swim, stay afloat

Dry house, wet clothes

Loose change, bank notes

Weary-eyed, dry throat

Call girl, no phone

And they say

She's in the Class A Team

Stuck in her daydream

Been this way since 18

But lately her face seems

Slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries

And they scream

The worst things in life come free to us

Cos we're just under the upperhand

And go mad for a couple grams

And she don't want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland

Or sells love to another man

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

An angel will die

Covered in white

Closed eye

And hoping for a better life

This time, we'll fade out tonight

Straight down the line

And they say

She's in the Class A Team

Stuck in her daydream

Been this way since 18

But lately her face seems

Slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries

They scream

The worst things in life come free to us

And we're all under the upperhand

And go mad for a couple grams

And we don't want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland

Or sell love to another man

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

Angels to fly

To fly, fly

Angels to fly,

To fly, to fly

For angels to die

We finally finish the song and it sounded perfect.

"That was AWESOME,"

Ava said.

"Yeah,"

I say and kiss her.

We both sit in the August sun as happy as can be.

(A/N) I'm so sorry that was the worst chapter yet. Btw theirs only going to be about to more chapters. I also will be posting the description of my next story witch will be a Zayn fanfiction.