I, Mackenzie Wells, fell in love with emerald green eyes and chocolate brown hair. I'm not sure what it was that drew me to him. Maybe it way the way his perfect English accent fell from his pink plump lips, or the way he would furrow his eyebrows when he was confused, or the way he would run his fingers through his hair when he's stressed, or maybe it was the swallows on his chest and the butterfly on his beautifully toned body. Or maybe it was his bad boy attitude. The way he would curse out teachers if they somehow pissed him off. The way he always had that dangerous look in his eyes and a smirk that always screamed trouble. Something about this boy made me want more and more each time I looked at him or thought about him. He may have hurt me desperately at times but for some reason, I always stupidly went back. This boy was captivating and I couldn't get enough no matter how much he hurt me. Sometimes, you just kinda realize I shouldn't go back to him but this boy, Harry Styles, had me wrapped around his finger. Mackenzie Wells was a year younger than me. She was a junior and I was a senior. This girl with bright, happy blue eyes and long brown wavy hair made me fall hopelessly in love with her. She always smiled with her big smile that showed her dimples and perfect white teeth. But over time, the more she was with me, the more her smile faded and dimples showed less. Her eyes dulled and didn't look as happy and loving any more. I don't know why but I always hurt her. I didn't mean to, I just did. And believe me I regret it every time. But for some reason, a reason I don't know of, she always forgave me and looked past my mistakes. I always wonder if there will be a day when she is done putting up with my shit, and no matter how hard I try, I can't stop fucking up. And I desperately hope that, Mackenzie Wells, will never give up. Warning: Sexual content, strong language, violence, All rights to Mikeyaff