(Based on the song ''Carolina'' by the one and only, Harold Edward styles. I suggest listening to the song while reading, I even added the video up there ^ so you can access it easier.)
[Warning: a lil spicy, nothing too crazy. Have fun]
Rudy'spointofview
''Got some family in Carolina'' she giggled. I couldn't quite see what she looked like, nor did I want to. I couldn't help myself but bit my lip, wanting to hear more about her intriguing lifestyle. She sounded beautiful, her voice quite angelic. My hand went through my blond locks, only picturing what this woman I found so fascinating looked like. ''You remind of home''
I smirked. ''Oh really?'' I said, cocking an eyebrow. ''My grandmother always said, ''Y/N, better swim before you drown.''
She's got a family in Carolina So far away, but she says I remind her of home Feeling oh so far from home She never saw herself as a west coaster Moved all the way 'cause her grandma told her "Towns, better swim before you drown"
Y/N was a good girl. Her innocence--her innocence intrigued me. She was pure, which I enjoyed. She was a student, focusing on her grades like no other. She never had a drink, not the slightest taste of alcohol. ''Never?'' I said, shocked. ''Never.''
She's a good girl She's such a good girl She's a good girl She feels so good
She brought a book for every occasion. Read the harry potter series so many times, she could recite every fucking word, every fucking line. She knew she was a good girl, which got me more fascinated. Everyone she knew was head over heels for Y/N. The way she spoke so allegiantly. The way she slurred her sentences time after time. The way her innocence wasn't an act. I loved it. How could anyone turn her down?
She's got a book for every situation Gets into parties without invitations How could you ever turn her down? There's not a drink that I think could sink her How would I tell her that she's all I think about? Well, I guess she just found out
Everyone knew of Y/N's existence, no matter how quiet she was. She'd get into parties without invitations. Though, she didn't party. ''Never attended one.'' she chuckled. ''You're such a good girl, Y/N.'' ''Suppose I am.'' She responded. You could almost hear her sly smirk, the excitement in her voice. I wanted to throw the curtains separating you. I wanted to throw her on my bed, hearing her scream my name in pleasure, as I began kissing her lips, feeling her figure shiver as I touched her--with her consent of course.
She's a good girl She's such a good girl She's a good girl She feels so good
The moment the curtains fell from the rod, her eyes widen. Her hair, her lips, her body. She had the features of an angel, a goddess perhaps.
I known her for an hour, though it feels like years. Her lips attached to mine in an istant, our lips moving in sync. You'd almost forgot you were in a public area, my focus completely on her. My arms snaked around her waist, throwing a $40 bill on the table.
My apartment wasn't far, though it felt like hours. The adrenaline kicking in, wanting her so fucking bad.
The door of my small apartment opened up, pushing her up against the wall immediately. ''Sure about this, love.''
She nodded, wrapping her legs around my torso, kicking open the door of my bedroom. You placed her gently on the bed, clothes discarding.
She's a good girl She's such a good girl She's a good girl She feels so good...
