Mr.Styles

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¨song: all the good girls go to hell - Billie Eilish

2 years later. 

Saudade

(n.) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or that has been loved and then lost; "the love that remains"

Please dont. Oh but keep going. Stop. I dont like this... but i do. Why? I dont know. Im lost.. My mind was unclear, my body didn't feel like my body anymore. I felt cold, unemotional. Dirty. I felt fucking empty. 

And i kinda loved it. 

"this is amazing" i looked down at guy between my legs. "Did i tell you to stop?" i rolled my eyes. This sucked, he sucked. But i guess that's what you get when you let a random guy come home with you. There is no guarantee. 

"could i maybe get your number?" he smiled at me, probably asuming we'd meet again. I gave him a fake smile before shaking my head. "but ma-" i cut him off. "no, we're not doing this again. Bye now" i opened the door and hurried outside before slamming it in his face. My head was spinning. What a night. What did i even drink, i cant remember but i really regret it now. Or maybe it was that pill i took. Yeah i've turned in too a stupid motherfucker. I guess god dont have a bright future planned for all of us.

The music was pumping in my ears. I spotted a guy at a table staring at me. Dark, handsome. I bit my lip and started swinging my hips to the rythm of the music. Feeling myself. I felt good, i felt sexy. And so did the guy, who's arms was already wrapped around me. I couldnt see his face but i could tell by the way he worked with my hips, he was good. I grinded against him, feeling the tension heat up. His lips gently touched my neck and worked their way to my ear. Gently biting. I bit my lip harder. 

"Is this what you do to all the guys around here?" i gasped as a recognized his voice. I quickly turned around and faced him. "Long time no see april" 

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Yes im back bitches. you still there?

-M