All my love

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Love scene

'Hearts don't break'

Well you clearly haven't experienced anything heartbreaking.

Hearts do break. They do shatter and you do feel it.

But they can be mended. Over time of course. It's a matter of waiting. And then once it's mended it once again breaks. It's how it goes. And I was beginning to forget my broken heart, forget the angering feeling, forget the sadness. Until the person that caused this situation was at my front door beginning for forgiveness

"What is it conor" I used as much power as I could to hold back the tears that are about to pour out my eyes any second now. Stopping myself from breaking down

"I know it looks bad but I-" I couldn't hear it. I don't want to hear it. I don't need to hear it. I don't want to be apart of it, but I can't Ignore him, my mind won't let me. My feelings won't let me.

"Bad? Conor I'm not hurt because you kissed your ex, you're not mine and I'm not yours. I'm angry because you hurt me, as soon as you fucked me you left me" I couldn't stop the words flowing out my mouth. But it felt good. Nothing is being held back anymore. Well other than my childhood. I needed him to know.

"It wasn't like that-" I knew he was getting pissed, because So was I. But I'm not the one choosing to stand out in the cold to tell some bullshit lies

"WHAT WAS IT LIKE THEN CONOR? BECAUSE I SAW WHAT HAPPENED WITH MY OWN EYES, I EXPERIENCED IT ALL SO DONT YOU DARE STAND THERE AND-" I'm mad. Furious for that matter. But nothing else was said, because Conor pushed me up against the wall behind me, closing the door with his foot in the process

His breathed mixed with mine, as my back pressed against the wall. Holding me In place with his hips against mine, and his hands firmly holding mine above my head

"You're mine Mia and nothing can change that" he breathed, his hands keeping me up against the wall, his face inches from mine

"Why are you acting like this" I ask staring into his bright blue eyes

"Because I want you to have all my love baby"

And with that his lips pressed against mine roughly in such a passionate kiss I forgot why I was angry. My mind focusing on nothing other my lips moulding into his.

He let go of my hands, just for his hands to land on my waist. Letting my hands drag through his soft hair. God this is intense but I love every second of it.

The feelings of his hands running down my body to lift me up. My legs instantly wrapping around his waist feels so good. I'm so infected by this boy it's unreal.

Just one touch, one smile, one look my whole mood changes instantly. No matter how I'm feeling. and when my feet touched the ground, and our lips parted we still never let go of each other. Needing him to be close
To me.

Both of us out of breathe from such an intense kiss that was undeniably incredible "Conor i-"

"Shh" the words stopped just as he once again placed his lips onto mine. Again another intense kiss. But this time to go further

"Jump" he mumbled, and immediately I was in his arms. Making his way around the house and up to my room. Dropping us both onto my white sheeted bed.

And let me tell you nothing is better than Conor Maynard laying above you, ready to take control of you're body to show you how sorry he really is.

The feeling of his lips pressing against my neck is a feeling I'll never get over. Just him, I'll never get over. I've never felt the need for someone so much in my life than having this man naked against me because his skin against mine is so incredible.

His hands sending electricity through my body, just because his hands slid up my top, to unhook my bra send shivers right through me. And I can tell you I love that feeling.

Just the intensity of his body working against mine makes me feel great so goddamn undeniably happy

I can't get enough of this boy. This boy who I was so mad at a couple hours ago, Has now undressed up both in a matter of seconds. But I'm more than okay with it

This guy really knows how to play with my emotions, to make me feel so hurt but still so incredible at the same time. And I hate it so much I love it.

And the feeling of him inside me is so incredible, hearing him moan out my name is music to my ears and I want to hear that everyday

"Holy shit" my head dropped back the deeper In me he went. The pleasure is incredible, not even the fact he feels good, but the fact conor is so incredible to me which makes the pleasure so much more amazing.

And in my mind I hoped this night would last forever.

I hoped that he could hold me likes this for ever. I hope that he we can do this everyday

But hopes don't always come true. Almost always something goes wrong. But right now, I'm feeling as if nothing could possibly go wrong.

"Fuck I love you so much" his teeth grazed against the skin of my shoulder as his words hit me like a ton of bricks.

"I-I love you to" I moan, feeling my body shake underneath him.

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"Mia, I meant what I said earlier" he mumbled pushing the strands of hair that had stuck to my sweaty face, behind my ear to look at me properly

"Conor- I barley know you" I whisper

"I know, but Mia I also know I can't stop thinking about you whatever the situation is, I smile immediately as soon as you're mentioned, and you drive me crazy In such an incredible way" as he spoke I felt happy, bubbly even. And when he moved his hand to entwine his fingers with mine I then knew my feelings. And how I felt "and I know you feel the same"

I do, i know I do. But Conor Maynard doesn't know the real me. He knows the Mia conte the world knows, he doesn't know the Mia conte Kelsey knows. I know.

And I'm not prepared for him to fall deeply in love with fake me, to then find out im really just a messed up nobody with so many problems and we both end broken hearted.

Because that's not fair. On him or me. And it's so much more complicated than he thinks. It's so much more devastating, worrying and difficult than he really believes, he sees.

Because he's just a normal singer, living a dream life. He deserves a girl who is herself, who's happy and who's willing to loose everything for him.

Not me. Who can't seem to forget about my past, who can't seem to help myself out in anyway instead letting everything build up to the point I break.

He doesn't need that, he doesn't deserve that. I want him to be happy, and I know he won't be if he's with me.

I just know.

Maybe him, kissing his ex was a sign. A sign that she's everything he deserves. Maybe just maybe I'm not good enough

A/n
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