𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚡

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Aydan's pov

Her fingers slowly grazed my skin and I got to admit, her touch felt amazing. But I wasn't going to admit that to her.

She went back inside when I acted like I was hurt and I started laughing when she inspected my bloody nose.

So I was sitting there. Alone. No y/n. I went back inside where I found my mom and Alison on the white couch chatting away and y/n going up the stairs. I decided to follow her.

I went up the stairs and saw her close the door to the room that was probably hers. I walked over to the room and knocked on the door.

In a few seconds, the door swang open and as she soon as she saw me, her face expressed annoyance. She kept the door open and fell on top of her bed with her face in the sheets.

"If you're here to annoy me, you might as well leave." her voice came out muffled.

"Alright but I'm not here to annoy you. Would you just at least help me clean up this wound if you don't want me telling our moms that you punched me?" I smirked at her and she looked up at me.

"Fine. Come here." She said as she sat up and I followed her as she walked over to the bathroom where she opened a cabinet and took out  a first aid kit.

I jumped on top of the counter and she opened the box and started cleaning off the blood. Our faces were only inches apart. She was focused on cleaning my nose while I was focused on her naturally pink lips.

Heat radiated off her body and onto mine. Her eyes were a light blue grey and were shimmering under the yellowish light. A stray of her blonde hair was on her face. My hands acted on it's own and gently tucked it behind her ear. Her eyes looked up to meet mine.

Her expression was soft. I leaned in closer and closer till I could feel her breath on my skin making me feel tingles. Then she came closer and our lips touched. Our noses were brushing against each other. Her soft pink lips moved in sync with mine. Thank god that my bloody nose was now clean. Bloody nose. Now that reminds me of the song by billie eilish.

I'm probably the only person in this world who would think of songs and bloody noses while they're kissing.

I was cut out from my thoughts when she pulled away. She tried to hide it but I  saw the smile tugging at the corner of her lips. I smiled too. A smile. Not a smirk.

"You're.. uh.. nose is.. uh.. clean." she was the first to speak up.

"Yeah I know." I chuckled and she smiled.

"AYDAN! We need to head back home before it's too late!" My mom called my name and I suddenly remembered the time.

"Coming mom!" I called back and moved my hands from her waist. That's when I realised that they were on her waist. Was I that caught up?

She pulled away from me and I jumped down from the counter. I followed her out of the bathroom and out of the room.

My mom and Alison were hugging when we were reached downstairs.

"I'll miss you dear. " my mom said as she pulled away from her and hugged y/n.

"I'll miss you too." y/n gave her a sweet smile. Damn. That smile.

I waved her and her mom bye before my mom and I walked out of the house.

Y/N's pov

Earlier tonight, his hands were around my waist and our lips were brushing against eachother. Ours bodies were pressed against one another and there were no space between us.

Is it bad that I missed his touch already?

Fuck boys. Fuck feelings. Fuck relationships. Fuck weddings too.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Fuck me too.

You are falling for him.

No I'm not.

Yes, you are.

No.

Yes.

Shut up.

Won't.

Fuck off.

Won't do that either.

Whatever.

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It's 2 am and still not sleeping. Tommorow is Tuesday. I have school. And at school, I'm gonna see Nathan. Why couldn't he stay at wherever he went to? Fuck him as well.

I took my phone and plugged in my earphones. The sound of music filled my ears.
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