You're probably confused and that's understandable. If I am about to tell you about the boy who broke me you should probably know the truth, even the saddest parts.
It was back a couple years, I was young, fresh faced and had just arrived in London. I had everything I ever needed, living quite comfortably in wrapped in a thick layer of bubble wrap, metaphorically of course. I did everything I was supposed to, high achiever in high school, went straight to university, became a psychologist. I was happy. But I wasn't really, I mean it was all ok but waves of feeling completely alone reminded me how truly miserable I was. But I only saw that after I met him. No, after I lost him.
I don't know what drew me to him, but I was helpless. Trained in understanding how people think yet I was completely helpless to him. I don't remember much from that night. The party sucked to put it bluntly. The music was deafening. The people stood too close to me. unwanted eyes burned into my skin making me feel vulnerable. But he saw me. emerald eyes transfixed on mine. Suddenly he was there, in front of me. The owner of those emerald eyes was handsome in a way that spoke before he even had to. And he had this smile, one that painted the entire world in striking shades of tangerine. Before I knew it, I unintentionally smiled a genuine smile. And that was how he had me.
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The Girl in the Faded Polaroid H.S (Harry Styles)
Fanfic"Run as fast as you can. He'll destroy you" But good girls always fall for bad boys they can never have.
