Roman Holiday
- LECTURES 36
- Votes 1
- Chapitres 7
Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture56m
Dernière publication lun., août 21, 2023
5SOS FanFiction
It was simple.
She closed her eyes and felt the sound pulsate throughout her body. Every beat made her blood jump and maybe it was the drugs she had taken before. She was faint with the world and herself at the moment. Quite caught up on the bed of her drug dealer who happened to be throwing a party that would begin the summer. Her junior year of high school just ended with her barely passing her classes. The love of her short life was gone sleeping in the beds of those who knew nothing about him. Her parents were ghosts, and home never seemed lonelier.
She was trapped in a red room with the door locked because the OxyContin she took had her seeing heaven. She was the life of the party although and everyone expected her to go out and show them a good time.
She sluggishly got off the bed, leaving crinkles of her body behind on the comforter. She held herself with the help of the wall as walking to the door was more difficult than she realized. She giggles a little bit before opening the door and screaming
"Let's fucking go!"
And ultimately she was the hurricane in everyone's lives.
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A few snippets so far: I felt naked in front of him. He's stripped me bare, pulled back my flesh, cracked open my rib cage to literally have my heart in his hands. He has the power to finish me off with one forceful squeeze or help hold all the pieces together while I work on mending and healing it. **** I take this time to breathe in the stale peacefulness of the room and wait for my body to properly wake up to get started with another day. My thoughts are soon abruptly stopped when I hear heavy breathing next to me, then I can feel the rise and fall of someone's chest and the heaviness of something wrapped around my torso. The imaginary glue in my eyes disappears as they open in a flash. To my utter disbelief and confusion, I find Harry sleeping...in my bed...with me. What, when how...what in the world is happening?! My internal panic worsens when I realize if he's here he saw the broken glass and blood in the room. FUCKING HELL! "Don't freak out, don't freak out," I talk out loud to myself but it's not fucking working. **** Last fucking chance to tell me I'm wrong and you're not hoeing around then sleep in my bed!" I say as harshly as I can. She doesn't say anything, doesn't even bat an eye at what I said. I pick up her phone on my nightstand and throw it at the closed door and watch her body tense up in anger. Her fists are white from how tightly she is clamping her fingers in her palm and her jaw is clenched. "You said it yourself, we're just friends. Friends don't act jealous like this," she quietly speaks. "I am not jealous; I couldn't give a fuck less. Have nothing to be jealous of." She takes a step back like I hit her, I can see her shattering right in front of me. "You know your way out. Get the fuck out of my apartment now," she walks over to grab her phone that bounced off the wall and walks out, she stops before she closes the door all the way.
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