-Sam-
He looks directly in my eyes starts carassing my cheek with his thumb. He seems sad and like he has something on his heart but is not sure if he should tell me or not.
"Love?," He whispers. I just keep my eyes on his to signal him to continue.
"maybe... maybe she's right" His voice cracks and he looks away.
My heart stops beating and my eyes start watering. I don't want to cry. What does that mean? is he breaking up with me right now ? in his bed? with me in still in his arms? He can't do that can he ?!
"W-What do - do you mean?" I stutter and tighten my grip around him. He let out a deep breath and kisses my skin.
"I mean maybe she's right"
"Maybe she's right with what?"
I close my eyes and try not to let the tears falling down my cheeks.
"With me being not good enough for you"
I lose my arms around him and sit up straight he does that as well and we look each other in the eyes. His eyes are dark. But not a angry dark it's a sad dark.
I know it's fucking Damn short but i have no time and no inspiration at the moment I'm very sorry :'(
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Me and the boys (Ashton Irwin Fan Fiction)
FanfictionThe fourteen years old Sam Jones lives in London in a huge house. Her relationship with her older brother who lives in Australia and her mother is really good. Her mother decided to do this exchange student thing but something happens and with her f...
