It's not nearly done. There's definately mistakes and I didn't indent. It's not even a full chapter, but here you go.
He stood on the balcony of his bedroom, his face turned away from me as I stood unnoticed in the middle of his room. He stared blankly into the distance, his sea blue eyes roaming over the forest, then up at the full moon. The wind swept in through the open balcony door that he hadn't bothered to close, the curtains whipping around wildly, the wind moving his hair just slightly out of his face to reveal his pale, flawless cheek. Oh, How I longed to touch that cheek, but how I knew I never would. His heart belonged to someone else, and mine, always to him. He turned to me, startled by my presence. He looked at me and my breath caught in my throat. I took in his beautiful being. His big, glorious blue eyes. His shiny, sleek black hair that just fell shy of his jaw. His tall, skinny frame. His lips I ache to kiss. "Yes?" He asks, interrupting my thoughts with the sweet, melodic sound of his voice. But I just ignore it and act like he doesn't affect me, lowering my eyes and firsting my hand over my chest before bowing slightly. "Excuse me, m'lord. Your father wishes to speak with you." I say. But instead of replying, instead of saying another word to all to me, he just walks away, and there's nothing more I can do but watch him go, like I have oh so many times before.
I stand in front of his closed, large wooden door. Hearing his beautiful, hypnotizing laugh float through the hallway, but only to remember that it's because his lover has made him laugh. His lover caused his happiness, and knowing that I never would. And no matter how desperately I want to barge in there and grab him in my arms, tell him how much I truly love him, and how no ones love could ever compare, and sweep him away into a world where there's nothing more than our love, I know I can't. I know there's no point. It would just make me weak. It would make me pathetic. I've dreamt of telling him how my heart aches for him, how my soul is made for him, and I want to before it's to late, though I can't. And I never can. He's unreachable. By me, anyway.
My hand was on his cheek, while his hands roamed over my body. I looked up into his eyes, searching them for a hint of regret, a sign of disproval, but found nothing but love and desire. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes while his lips brushed against my neck, the feel of him sending a wave of heat throughout my entire body. He pressed his lips to mine and my knees gave out, putting me off balance. Dylan caressed the small of my back, sliding us down the wall and onto the floor. My body was covered in goosebumps. I looked into his eyes and whispered, 'I love you, Dylan.' he reached his hand up to touch my cheek, brushing it with his palm and smiled, that perfect smile that brightened the darkest room. I'd be happy dying right here, looking into his eyes and feeling him so close. He began to speak. 'Blaine, I...'
And then, I flinched out of my sleep, awoken by Dylan, dumping cold water on me with a disgusted look on his face. 'Get to work!' he yelled harshly, before turning around and leaving the barn where my cot lay. I was entitled to my work, but all I wanted to do was fall back asleep, and dream of him once more.
