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4 - Safety Pin

"Broken boy meets broken girl" » 5 Seconds of Summer

a/n edited because this makes it so much more interesting ;)

~Taylor~

I was utterly and completely scared. What was I going to do? Die. Okay no, let's stay with some positive thoughts, Taylor. Actually, never mind. I am going to die.

The wind tugged at my clothes that stuck to my wet body like peanut butter to the top of a mouth. Frantically, I took my phone out of my pant pocket, only to find it off and dripping. Shit. Just what I needed right now.

I turned my attention back to the road as I only barely heard the roaring if a motor over the thrashing of he branches in the wind. A set of headlights dimly shone through the heavy rain, and behind them I could only just make out a silver pickup truck as it came closer.

I started shouting and jumping up and down, running towards it, which was quite a workout considering the wind was coming at me at 120 mph.

Please stop, please stop, ple- YES! I thought as the van came to an abrupt stop in front of me.

I frantically scrambled over to the door, tore it open and jumped in, closing it before the wind ripped it right off. The car driver swiftly drove us into an alleyway between two buildings, shielding us from the main winds. Completely out of breath, I then looked over to the drivers seat.

In it sat a man, looking to be in his early twenties. He had brown curly hair that fell lightly to his shoulders, flipped in a way that you couldn't quite make out a hairline. Black tattoos peeked out from under his loose black tank top and even though it had been a hot day, he wore black skinny jeans, probably the skinniest I had ever seen on a man. My eyes wandered back up to his masculine face and sharp jawline, now inspecting his pink, plump lips. They look so sof- Okay Taylor, back off you literally just met this guy. I snapped at myself.

"Are you stupid?!" A deep raspy British accent shouted, sending shivers down my spine. I looked up to find him glaring at me, his green eyes twinkling.

"Excuse me?" What was his problem?

"There's been a hurricane warning for about a month, and you choose to take a little stroll?"

"I didn't know about the hurricane!" I defended myself. "I was just trying to escape my effed up parents."

"So we have ourselves a teenage troublemaker," he scoffed. "What a surprise."

"You don't know me!"

"Oh, but I do."

"Just because you know my name doesn't know you know who I am!"

"I don't know your name, Princess, but come on. Designer clothes, shiny new shoes, Gucci bag; you're a rich kid. Stuck up, thinks she can get away with anything. Dumb blonde too." He mumbled the last part.

"I heard that!"

"Do I look like I care?"

"Oh my god!" How could someone be so completely infuriating? "Do you wanna know what you are?" He crossed his arms and smirked challengingly. "A jerk. Simple as that. Nothing more, nothing less. Just an a-hole of a guy, annoying everyone with his ego the size of Russia!"

"That was weak."

"Argh!" I was trying so, so hard not to jump up right then and strangle him.

We sat in silence for a couple moments, the only thing to be heard being the whistling of the wind against the car.