"Go away." I ran away from him but I couldn't because he stopped me and held my hands.
"I want to be alone. I really do." he said throwing out his lonely voice. He never told me anything, but now I know something is wrong about him. He held my hands really tight and it seems that he doesn't want to let go of me.
"Edwa--" I stuttered saying. he was left standing behind me, and I couldn't help myself turning back and look at his eyes. Its too dark outside, and its cold. He's still holding my hands. he started moving and making his hand cross over my hands to hold me tight. he grabbed my hand and it made me turn around facing him, so close that Im already hugging him.
"Kassie, I really want to be alone right now." he bowed down and I let go of him. "I'm here." I said looking straight into his eyes. I don't want him to be sad tonight. He's the most lovely person I've ever met. He deserves so much happiness, and I want him to feel better. but what could I do? he's not even speaking.
"hey, are you okay?" I asked and tapped his arm. he looked at me, and gave me the saddest look ever.
what is happening, Mr styles? why aren't you speaking up?
"I have a lot of things to tell you, and I don't know where to start. because I feel like every time I tell you something when I get serious, you get crazy all the time. and I don't know what you would feel after hearing everything." he frowned.
"no, I'll listen to you now." I smirk. he's so cute, he look like an eight year old kid. I annoy him so much, really. damn, Edward.
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Aesthetically Pleasing | H.S
Hayran Kurgu"you're aesthetically pleasing babe, teach me how to get you out of my mind?" he whispered in my ears with its cold voice and I could feel his hot breathe filling my ears to my mouth. he touched my lips with his finger and I can feel him moving clos...
