Fatal

Allowing yourself to love means you're ultimately setting yourself up for the shattering of your spirit. Why put all your trust in one person when in the end everyone lets you down? Hiding behind faux smiles has become a habit of mine that everyone tends to fall for or not care enough to decode. Until him. Except him.

Preview:

"Hello princess, remember me?"

I can already tell she's breathing heavy from here, the sharp rise and fall of her chest. The tiny shirt she has on, not hiding much.

"No, I don't know you or why the hell you're in my apartment. Get. out." She emphasizes each word trying to seem intimidating even though she's shaking from nerves.

Fucking great she has a bad mouth on her too. She has barely said 20 words and is already pissing me off. Her record on how little it takes to make me angry is almost as high as Niall's and that's saying a lot. I loudly inhale before leaning forward as she drills her eyes into mine trying to intimidate me.

I slowly reply, separating each word and actually succeeding at being intimidating unlike her. "If you knew what's good for you, you'd watch how you speak to me." I nod towards the gun on the table.