Lucky People 💚 Awsten Knight

Chapter Thirteen: Feeling Weak, Awsten?

When Liam and I got dropped off at her house by Gerard, the two of us immediately went to her room, closed and locked her door.

She stared at me, her eyes lighting up slightly from the lights above us. She stepped closer to me, then rested her hands on my chest. I put my hands on her waist and we looked into each other's eyes

I didn't want to crack a smile and ruin this intimate moment between the two of us. Even though ruining intimate moments is what I do best.

She moved closer to me, a smile perched on her lips. It made me a bit smile too. Her lips were touching mine when she spoke, "Kiss me like nobody would when I was 15."

With her words, I grabbed her cheeks and pressed my lips against hers. I kissed her hard, full of passion and let my eyes fall shut. She kissed me back, probably harder than I kissed her.

Her hand pinched my waist, alerting me that they were there. Her finger looped into one of my belt loops, he one closest to my belt buckle. She tugged on it, as well as the hem of my shirt. Well, Gerard's shirt.

She pulled away, then looked me in the eye. Her warm hand slid up my shirt and I let myself moan a bit. She didn't know what control she had over me...how she hand me wrapped around her pinky finger, how she could control my every move.

Her other hand came up to cup my cheek, her hand still up my shirt. The feeling of her hand up my shirt...was indescribable. My knees were weak, like I could crumble into her arms at any moment.

Even though my lip was still a little busted, my jaw was blue, I had stitches above my eye, she still thought that I was good enough to be touched. Good enough to be loved.

"Awsten, you're good enough. You're not even good enough, you're the best. You're more than good enough. Awsten...you're...." She paused, then looked at the floor. I suddenly got scared. "You're...."

"You're my one and only." I didn't have any words. So, as you would, I immediately pressed my lips against her softer ones. I grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to me, the feeling of her small figure against my big bigger one being intoxicating.

She kissed back, more intensely then what I had kissed her. I couldn't help but smile into the kiss. Her hand left my cheek and went straight to the shirt hem and tugged on it, urging me to pull it off.

I split the kiss, then took of my shirt, revealing the bruises on my chest. Luckily, I didn't get seriously hurt, just a few bruises. She looked at my chest, well, she studied my chest. Her eyes went all over it, from the soft, clear skin to the bruises on the left side of my chest. Her hands gently brushed the bruises, the feeling being mixed. It felt nice, even though I could feel a sting of pain.

She looked down at my feet and then up at me. She grabbed the hem of her own shirt and then pulled it over her chest, letting the soft cotton fall to the floor. I looked at her, her arms, her chest, her whole upper body.

The scars...they were everywhere. Her arms where laced with them. The scars continued all the way to her waist, it almost gave her a weaker appearance. She looked to the floor, her hair covering her face. I put my fingers under her chin and tilted it up so that she could look me in the eye.

"Can you look me in the eye?" I asked, coming of a bit sternly then I had interned too. "You're Beautiful." I said. Her eyes begun to line with a bit of water. I let my hands travel down her arm, feeling each of the individual dents. Like each of them told their own story.

They were so individual, they felt the same but yet different. Each and every one differed from the other, they held a different story...a different fear...different achievement.

I slowly let my hand drift over her chest, flying over her breast, then resting at her waist. I looked at her scars, then put my other hand on her waist.

Her skin was incredibly soft, despite the dents. I looked up into her eyes, then back down at her scars. She didn't give me a look, she just stood still. I could feel her heart beating when I moved my hand over her heart.

She shivered. I took her in my arms, hers resting on my chest. I heard her sniffing...she probably started crying. I begun stroking her hair, slowly, hopefully calming her down a little. She sniffed, not really letting her tears out. I don't know why she's crying. She's beautiful, I don't know what she sees but she's beautiful.

"You're beautiful, Liam. No matter what. Your beauty isn't defined my your scars. The first time I saw you...I...I still can't describe that feeling. You made me feel everything at once. You shook me to my core, you...you made me feel again." I admitted. She looked up at me and into both my eyes at the same. Something that no one, besides Ma, had ever done.

I wiped her tears away, then let my hand rest on her cheek. She looked at me, tears still in her eyes. I leaned in, then pressed my lips up against hers into a soft kiss.

She kissed me back, softly, slowly. I let my hand rest on her waist and pull her a bit closer. She rested her hands on my chest, the feeling of her warm hands on my chest sending shivers down my spine.

She then, surprisingly, slipped her tongue into my mouth. I tried to fight for any kind of dominance, but gave up just as quickly as I tried. She started to push me towards her bed, her lips not moving away from mine.

My knees hit the side of the bed, making me trip and fall on the soft mattress. Liam fell on top of me, grunting a bit at the impact of the fall. I pulled away and looked into her brown eyes. She didn't show any signs of pain or discomfort, she just looked...excited?

She pressed her lips against mine again, immediately slipping her tongue into my mouth. She brought her hands up to lace them into my hair and I did the same. By now I knew what she liked, so I tugged her hair a bit.

She let out a shriek of surprise, pulling away from the kiss. A smile rested on her lips, her lipstick smeared horribly by now.

She smiled at me, then pressed a kiss on my cheek.

"You're my everything."