valentine [c.t.h]

eight

So deep, your dna's being messed with my touch, can't be us

Calum
"Gosh, you're so beautiful," I whispered. "Shut up, cal." you giggled. "But it's true! Your eyes, your hair.." I summed up. "I got those from my mom. It's in my dna." "Well then I love your dna," I said and I stroke my fingers trough your soft hair. "Calum," you chuckled breathily. "Yeah?" I asked. You looked at me. "Don't mess up my hair," you giggled.

I smiled and I pulled you closer to my chest. "Your hair will never be messed up, baby. You're perfect," I told you. You blushed and you bit your lip. "And adorable." I said, looking at the most wonderful girl that I have ever met. That I could ever imagine. "No one is like you," you suddenly whisper. I frown for a second. "No one is like you, too," I then answered.

"No one is like us. No one can be us,"