[COMPLETED] *Story contains MATURE and EXPLICIT content* "This just can't happen" I tell him, as I start to walk past him. I come to a halt when his hand catches my arm. He presses his chest against my back and leans his face down to rest his lips near my ear "Why can't it? Leah I know I'm not the only one who feels this" he murmurs lowly. The closeness and his breath against my skin making me suck in a sharp breath. I turn around and face him "I won't hurt you if that's what you're worried about" he says softly looking down at his feet for a moment then back up to my eyes. I grab his face and kiss him. I couldn't take it any longer, but shock him when I pull away. "I can't take that risk" I confess, trying to ignore the sharp pain in my chest as I walk away from the person I wanted most.

"Who's next, Belle?" I ask my bestfriend, her blue eyes shine in the sunlight as she reads the file. "Shawn Mendes...?" "No that cant be right, he's a singer 'ent he?" I ask, my English accent becoming more prominent as my confusion furthers. "I thought so too. He must be trying acting out." She shrugs, her accent just as noticable. "Trying? I need professionals. This is the first movie I've ever actually written, everything needs to be perfect." I groan, the boy is already 12 minutes late. Not a good first impression. "Let's not judge him too quickly. Maybe hes got some experience."