Cut Ropes (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Cut Ropes (A One Direction Fanfiction)

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Everything seemed simple enough. Logan would go to school, party, come back to her shared flat, and repeat. But it's not always that simple. Her partying gets more and more frequent, her room mate starts to hate her, she meets five oddly acquainted boys, and her past starts to show through as the boys get to know her more. Logan doesn't like to get close to people and she doesn't let people in. She's a tease and she likes it, but the boys don't. ******************************* “Do you want me to do that? Kiss you and run my hands through your hair while I’m sitting on you like this?” I whispered in his ear.
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There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

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