You guys can honestly murder me because of how late I am with updating. But finally the day has come. I was sick, then I had exams, i finnally finshed them today YAY! BUT I HAVE THE SAT FUCKK. Okay guys soooo sorry about late update honestly punch me in the face i deserve it
ALSO HAPPY NEW YEAARR
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Marines POV
I smile at him. He has changed his clothes since the morning-unlike me- but his hair is as carefree as it was the last time I saw him. I can see my fingers in his hair, him kissing my neck. Oh shit, stop Marine.
But the expression on his face is alarming, as if he’s trying to get his thoughts in line.
What’s going on.
He looks down at the table and says nothing, which again, heightens my concern. I readjust myself in my seat.
“Hey, is everything all right?” I say timidly, bending my head down to meet with his eyes. He looks up at me, but doesn’t say a word.
“Umm…” he begins. He looks like he is about to say something more, but stops himself.
“Hey,” I say, now getting pretty worried, “what’s going on? Did anything happen?” I hope that if I keep asking him he will answer, even though it could come off as annoying.
“Oh is it about Niall and Electra figuring out about us, because it’s totally fine they are both like our best friends and can keep something a secret till we want to make it-“
“Im so sorry Marine.” Harry speaks after a table long conversation of no reply. I furrow my eyes in confusion. I don’t understand what he is implying.
“Okay… sorry for what?” he’s not looking at me anymore.
“I-“ he breaks his sentence, but slowly ends up continuing, “this was a mistake. I-I cant do this with you right now.”
My heart drops, then suddenly starts pounding against my chest in a matter of seconds. What is he-
What the actual fuck? My head isn’t able to process what he is saying because of how fucking selfish and random and stupid it is,
“Wait- what?”
“I know! I know Marine this is all my fault I shouldn’t have kissed you but I- I recently have came to some- Wait Marine?”
I get up from the table and aggressively pull my chair back, walking as fast as I can from the café. I cant deal with this, my body doesn’t know what to do. There is something they teach you in psychology called fight or flight. It’s the way your body chooses to react to situations. You either fight your problem, or you run away from it, and it seems that the only thing my body, my heart, can do right now is run away, though I have always been a fighter.
I hear him calling my name from a far, chasing me, the sound of his boots thumping in my head. Make it stop.
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Fanfiction"one day you fall for this boy, and he touches you with his fingers.And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth.And it hurts when you look at him, and it hurts when you don't. And it feels like someone's cut you open with a jagged piece of glass...
