* 3 months later*
I have changed in these past 3 months. I've grown up in someone I think can handle everything from now on. Even tho I'm still thinking about her and I still see her face in everyone around me. I miss her. Yes, I do.
When I dream about her, then she's next to me and we laugh,we talk about every little stupid thing you could imagine,I touch her, I kiss her and she kisses me back. I feel her lips on my neck,her hands travelling down my chest.
And PANG I'm awake and none of this happened. This pain in my chest is killing me slowly. Maybe she's just fool's gold. Maybe she just played me. And yes maybe I'm just one of loads of other dudes. Either way she's in my fucked up heart and I can't let her go.
Every day is pretty much the same since I haven't heard from her. I wake up, take a shower, eat breakfast, go to college, meet up withi my lads and then I go to bed.
While thinking about all this Niall is talking about this new girl he met. I couldn't care less listening to him, even though I'm happy for him.
"Hey H, let's meet up with the other lads. We got a little surprise for you." he winks.
"Yeah sure why not." I say bored.
*1 hour later*
"Fuck Niall really a strip-club?" I say angry.
"Come on mate, it's gonna be fun." Niall laughs his famous laugh you would regconize miles away.
I sigh and walk with him in this shit hole of a strip-club. The other lads are already sitting in the front row and wink at me. I roll my eyes and sit next to Liam.
"Hi mate, what a surprise huh?" he says.
"Yeah what a stupid surprise." I roll my eyes again. Damn I really should stop that rolling eyes thing. When the waiter comes I order a whiskey 'cause I really need something to drink before this shit starts. I know alcohol isn't the best thing to get rid of all the fucked up things in life but it helps for a little while and that's what I need right now. All of the sudden the light is turned off. Music starts playing. And all the dudes in her cheer like fucking mofos.
The whiskey glass is on my lips and I'm about to take a sip. The light goes on and there she is. Leyla.
She moves her hips on that pole and her eyes are closed. She sings along to the music. And then she opens her eyes and her eyes land on mine.
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Pressure
FanfictionLeyla is 17 and she is getting out of control. She doesn't give a damn about anything in her life but then he came into her life...and the love story begins. Well that's what she thought. © l_orchidee__xx All rights reserved.
