Are You Really My Savior (A James Maslow Love Story)

I Wanna Give Your Heart A Break. NOT Break It. <3

Hola everybody!

Okay, yes, I do know I'm horrible at updating :[ I'm REALLY sorry about that. But, it's okay, I don't have writer's block anymore! A couple days ago I got bored in World History (okay, it's not hard to get bored when all you do is take notes on WWI) and I planned out the next 3ish chapters so YEAH :) I hope to God I don't get too busy during the week (even though softball just started and I'm helping my friend move in this weekend but that's not the point!) :3 I WILL find some time to update, okay? <3

Anyways, the pic is obviously of the guys (hehe I love this picture of them :333) & the song is Play On by Carrie Underwood. I personally love this song because its message is so strong and empowering. Plus, I do love country music...<3 haha so yeahh. Oh, just a quick fact of the day, did you know 143 means 'I love you'? :]

Enjoy <3

{Colette’s PoV}

[Monday, 6:32 AM]

                Bringg…brrriiinnng…brriinnngg…BRINNGGGG.

                I slap my hand onto my alarm clock as it flies off my nightstand and has a seizure on the hardwood floor; slowly its cacophonic rhyme fades off into its death. I groan, realizing I actually have to go back to the school I left for a year. How much more awkward can any of this get?

                I grudgingly pull away from my warm covers and slip on some socks. Geez, winter can be just so bitter…I steal a glance out the window as I shut my door, glaring at the violently dancing snow cascading down in the hasty gusts. I tear my eyes away and focus on the hallway. Do I go down the stairs or to James’s room? Butterflies unleash themselves in me, once again, and whap their wings against my heart, nervously twisting and twirling around. And all the sudden, the hold their wings, and whisper to me: stop being so hesitant and just start doing what you wanna do. So, I do.

                I slightly crack open a sliver of James’s door and peer in, scavenging for only one thing. Lazily, the sun slowly rises into the waning night as the moon dives into the graceful stars and hides away. Light scarcely billows through the dense snow clouds. My eyes ache with having to adjust to the slightest beam of sunlight, forcing the dark clouds shine out in blinding white. Sluggishly, they finally see what I’ve wanted to for hours now: James. Apprehensively, I tiptoe into his room, avoiding all of the haphazardly strewn things on his floor in vain. Luckily, I land on a pile of clothes. I trace a course through the obstacles, never taking my eyes off the floor. After what feels like an hour, I end up in front of his bed.

                His face is angelic in the waxing honey light. Relaxed and…innocent. You’d never be able to know he’s had his share of scars and helpless band-aids with them. Not a flaw echoes onto him. His eyelids shut lightly, as a light snore ricochets out of his throat. His aware and aloof eyes in a lighthearted dream, scooping him up and away from reality for a few lifesaving hours. I smile to myself as I lunge onto him and wrap my arms around him as I shout, “Rawr!!”

                James flinches and begins to rub his eyes, trying desperately to make that fog surrounding them dwindle away. After a few heart throbbing moments, he looks into my eyes and breathes a sigh of relief, grinning. “Col! You just about gave me a heart attack! I thought you were my sister so I was about to smack you. Luckily, for you, I realized, with a second to spare, it’s you.” His enormous grin keeps on growing while I start to giggle.

                “Sorry, James. I just wanted to see where you were and I wanted to scare you…so that’s why I did this.” I keep on smiling and laughing. I glance up into his eyes and see cooper and sienna flow into gold and lime specks glitter into them. I smile even more.