Sex, drugs, obsession, it's not a game, it's a way of life, I crave these inevitable things. I need them to simply just please me when life can't. I sleep with a lot of girls, I honestly don't even give a shit about them but they seem to like it. I do a lot of partying and drinking and lets not forget drugs, most people would say that it was her. The one that changed me, but it wasn't just simply her. It was everything about her, from the way she would smile and her dimples would show, to the way that she would just say my name. I must admit, I never saw this coming, I crave her, her and only her.
"What's a pretty girl like you doing here?" I watched as a chill ran through her body, I put my hand on her back, pulling her close to me.
"Please, j-just leave me alone,"I laugh, I watch as her face turns into a look of panic, the best part of this all was knowing that she knew who I was, I love messing with girls like her, they're always so nervous. I run my hand up her back and pull her even closer to me, I hear her gasp and try to pull away, I grab her arm and pull her into me.
"But that wouldn't be any fun now would it, darling?"I whisper into her ear, I put my hand on her waist and begin to gently sway our bodies back and forth to the loud music. I feel her tense at the sound of my words, she attempts to pull away again, my grip tightens. "Where do you plan on going sweetheart? No one ever gets away from me."
"Let me go!"
"No, I happen to enjoy this."
"Then find someone else to enjoy it with."
"No."
"Why?"
"Because I want you."
𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 (𝐚𝐝𝐣.)
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲
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⠀ ⠀ Now, sitting here beside Niall, I realize he doesn't know that. He doesn't know that I carry that song like a bruise. He doesn't know why I felt the need to change the subject so bad on Friday night when he played that song by the fire. He just knows me as the girl who laughs when he tickles her and spins on gym mats.
⠀ ⠀ And maybe that's... okay. I'm much more okay with him seeing me as that kind of person, because to him I'm not broken or bruised. I'm just normal. I've never been normal before.
⠀ ⠀ Because for the first time in a long time, the memory of Micah doesn't hurt as much. It's still there - it always will be - but it feels softer around the edges.
⠀ ⠀ Niall shifts beside me, his voice breaking through the haze. "You ever get that feeling like... you're right where you're supposed to be?"
⠀ ⠀ I look over at him, his face flushed, eyes tired but bright.
⠀⠀ "Sometimes," I whisper.
⠀ ⠀ He smiles faintly. "Yeah. Me too."
⠀ ⠀ We lie there a little longer, not saying much. The lights flicker slightly overhead.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀I believe, that everything happens for a reason.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀I am meant to be here.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ For some reason.