Love by the Bullet

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Hey guys!!! My friend wrote a Harry Styles fanfic and it's REALLY REALLY good!!! If you could do her a favor and go read it pretty please! It's called 'Florida, Boys, Friends, Ex's'. Thanks!!! Xoxoxo!

(This chapter is gonna be mostly dialogue, sooooo I just wanted to let y'all know that so enjoy!

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Carl's P.O.V.

I. Am. An. Idiot.

That is all I can think, laying here on the top bunk all alone pondering my idiotic gesture.

Why did I kiss her?!?! Even though it was just her forehead, I still feel like a dumbass! She probably thinks I'm a creep! I don't know what the hell I was thinking. I was going to kiss her-for real, like on the lips- but I'm so glad I didn't!

But on the other hand I'm happy that I kissed her. It was kinda the best feeling ever, even though it wasn't anything major. Once my lips connected with her soft skin, I felt sparks. I know it sounds cheesey, but I really did! It was like fireworks. I made the kiss last a little longer, never wanting the moment to end, trying to savor every last second of my lips on her skin.

After I kissed her, I looked deep into her intriguing and mysterious eyes. But when I did, they were a bit lighter and more lively that before. The look on her face was pure serenity. Before she looked guarded and uneasy, but after she looked more at peace and safe.

I wonder what was going on on that beautiful head of hers. I would kill to know just what she was thinking. I didn't know if she hated me, despised me, loathed me? Or maybe she thought the total opposite. I hope she thinks I'm not weird or something.

"Hayden," I whisper, praying for a response. " Hayden, are u awake?"

No answer.

Instead I her a light mumble, but I can't make out the words. So I sit up and peak my head upside-down so I can see Hayden on the bottom bunk. She is asleep, tucked under the old and dirty prison covers. Her blonde waves are perfectly framing her face and her lips are slightly parted. Her arms are resting on the pillow, just above her head that is turned to the side facing me. She has a small, but noticeable smile etched onto her face. I wonder why though.

Is it weird that I find it fascinating the way that she sleeps?

My rusty metal bed creaks loudly as I adjust my body so I can get a better view of her. I think she's about to wake up, but instead she just stirs a little bit in her sleep and mumbles some jibberish. She turns her head the other way and squirms a bit before she settles back down and continues her slumber.

I pick my head up and lay on my back, staring at the ceiling. I wonder what she's dreaming of. Maybe it's about me...probably not.

Moments later I fall into a peaceful sleep. I dream of an angel with blonde waves, blue/green eyes, and a perfect smile.

...

A little while latter I wake up in the middle of the night and can't go back to sleep. I climb down the latter onto the floor to find a sleeping Hayden. I walk up to her bedside and move a piece of hair that has fallen on her face.

As I do this her long eyelashes flutter open. She squints one time before fully opening her sleepy eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," I apologize.

"It's okay," she says.

"Do you feel alright?" I ask.

"Mhm yeah," she hums "I have a killer migraine though and my wound hurts really bad. But I won't complain because I actually got to sleep in a bed for the first time in two years. So that was nice." She mumbles.