Stockholm Syndrome

Two

Tuesday, 27th March 2013, 9:07

Fluffy, curly brown locks, 90-degree sharp jawline, delicate lips of an angel, hazel honey-mustard-looking eyes, and that defined body.

A beautiful god opened up the door of my ugly high school office. As he was entering in, I glanced over to his hand on the doorknob- ah those perfectly carved hands. It was as though the whole world started going in slow motion.

I carefully direct my eyes upwards towards his face. It was- Shawn Mendes.

I took a long breath from the depths of my lungs. That's when he winked at me... I NEED A REALITY CHECK. IS THIS EVEN REAL LIFE?!

"Good morning Sir, how could I help you?" The receptionist asks him.

"Uhm, I'm here to pick up Riley Everly. I'm her cousin you see." He replied to her with a grin on his angelic face. Hold up... WHAT DID HE JUST SAY?!?!?!?!

"Oh! Yes, of course. She's right there" The woman informs him while pointing him over to me.

I spiritually felt his autumn coloured eyes look into mine. Okay, Riley... He's walking over to you now- do NOT panic or say anything out loud that will make the receptionist suspect anything of him. You know what? Just pretend like you don't even know who Shawn, the Mendes even is!

At this point in time, he was standing one meter away from me, looking down on me sitting down on the couch. He makes a facial expression that read "Get up, let's go". What the fuck is going on...?

I obey his commands and silently get up on my two feet. He swiftly grabs my hand by my wrist and drags me towards the exit.

THIS IS NOT A FLIPPING DREAM.

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Oops, this chapter is short, what a shame. Just suck it up. To be honest, I don't know why I'm writing this book on wattpad. It's just kinda fun, isn't it? It's also a way to kill time because I'm procrastinating studying for my exams :) If anyone from my school sees this shit: please don't fucking bully me, I don't have a clue what I'm doing with my life myself. 

Welp- See you bitches in the next chapter... maybe... if I'll write more... (I probably will, to be honest).