These are some poems that I have created over the years that I thought I should share with someone.
These poems are based off of people that I find really attractive, so please enjoy.
Normal - you
Italics - them
Slight smut warning.
"Please stop following me," I say behind me as I approach my car. Both Harry and Zayn have been chasing me since I walked out of the dressing room.
"Will you at least tell me where you're going?" I'm getting increasing more worried as she approaches her car. What if she quits after this? I won't ever see her again.
"Tell us," I correct Harry. He keeps stepping front of me as we walk briskly behind her as she speed walks to her car. It's fucking annoying.
"I'm going to a hotel. Now, please stop asking." This is getting so out of hand. Some crew people have spotted us in this secluded parking lot. I feel so embarrassed right now. I know how this might look.
"Well, let me pay for it at least," I offer her. She turns around to me quickly with a shocked look on her face.
Oh shit, she's not going to like that.
"I can pay for myself, Harry. I don't need your help." I turn back around, fishing my keys from my bag.
"I'm just offering because I know that management won't pay for an extra hotel room," I try to explain myself as she clicks her car open.
"Mate--," she interrupts me.
"I don't give a shit. I'll pay for myself," I move to my driver's seat and throw my shit onto the front seat before sitting down behind the steering wheel.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything," I apologize as Zayn makes his way in front of me.
Before she could close the car door, I press a hand on the window, stopping her completely. I look down on her, "Tell me you aren't going to quit."
I look up at his golden eyes. They're pleading for me to answer his question. "I don't know."
"We can work this out. You should need to leave you job because of us," I work my way into a standing position next to Zayn.
She's going to leave no matter what we say. I can't believe this is happening.
"Please, get your hand off of my car. I need to think about this." They both just stare at me for a second. Not sure of what to do. Slowly, Zayn sighs and takes his hand off of my door.
She looks down at the handle and closes her car door without a second look. I step back closer to the other car parked alongside hers.
We both watch as she pulls out of her parking space and speed off out of the parking lot. Possibly, disappearing from my life forever.
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