Touch me, love me

Confusing

I'd prefer you listen to the song 'drake take care (medley) by somo'. Love ya!

Hayes POV

I had gotten home from Madison's really stressed out. What if I did just make the worst decision ever? It was giving me a headache to think about, until something caught the corner of my eye. Amila, pacing back and forth. Her curtains were open which was unusual.

She looks fucking anorexic.

Stop. Great, now my mind is going against me. She had had her hair in a messy bun until she gently tugged on the elastic band, her thick wavy hair sprawled across her back. It was all in slow motion, until her hazel eyes met mine. She looked down as she blushed, embarrassed because I had been, well, watching her every move. I just once again couldn't manage to take my gaze off of her. The feeling, it Overwhelmed my nerves.

And the worst part was, I felt like I couldn't control myself again.

She pulled her light blue curtains closed. And once she had, it felt like someone had punched me in the face. Had pulled me back in to my reality. Had yelled in my ear,

she is not yours.

And it hurt. It hurt me bad. And I don't even fucking know her. But the thing is, I feel like I do. I feel like I have met her, and promised myself to her. I promised her safety, love and well, me. But it was just this dumb vision I had in my head. But it kept replaying. I think the best way to give her a nice stay in North Carolina is if I just stay away from her. But, I really don't think I'm capable of that.

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Amilas POV

Pacing back and forth as my bare feet touched the cold floor, I was Still trying to figure out what had happened. It really hurts me when guys play with my feelings. And I believe with everything that's what this boy is trying to do. And it makes me furious. They need to realize that some girls have very tender hearts. and if you caress it the wrong way, it will shatter. Shatter into a million little pieces. Impossible to fully repair. And they don't even think twice about how they left a huge, huge scar right across you tender heart. I don't have a very good experience with boys. And this hayes figure is not helping. He's making me feel, loopy. And I don't like it at all.

I tugged my pony tail out of my messy bun and let it fall down my back. I flicked it at the closet and took a quick glance out the window. Surprised and embarrassed, I looked down at the floor as my face became one hundred degrees. I couldn't resist looking back up into those eyes. Those deep, meaningful crystal blue eyes. They held me prisoner there as he just casually stared back. Mentally slapping myself in the face, I Pulled the curtains closed. I stood there for a bit, deep breathing as an attempt to keep me from having an anxiety attack. My heart was beating out of my chest as if I had just got out of running a marathon. Slowly I lowered my self to sit on my bed, only to shift to a comfortable laying position. What is this boy doing? It's starting to worry me.

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Waking up, my stomach grumbled. Demanding food. I really do not want to go to school today. After I had brushed my teeth, took a quick shower, applied a bit of mascara and got on shorts and a long sleeve that let my shoulders breathe, I managed to drag myself downstairs. I ate a spoon full of Nutella for breakfast since I had already eaten all the bread. Hey, I may be small, but I have quite the appetite. As usual mom greeted us goodbye and left to work.

"Mila, who was that boy over yesterday?"

Enna walks into the room, questioning me.

"He's .... I don't even know him. " I say as I struggle to screw the Nutella cap on and put it on the fridge.