Criminal [Harry Style Love Story]

"Ow." escaped these words from my dry lips. My hip line, hurt the most, the increasing pain, now travelled up to my spine which was smashed against the cold cream walls. The two pairs of olive green eyes, stared right into mine, the same once attractive looking face, flared up. Both his large hands, pushed me further into the wall. The grips, on my arms getting stronger. Then he said the magical words in his old husky and slow voice, "We may be criminals, but that doesn't mean I can't love." and with that, his soft pink lips, hit mine, brushing with perfect sync.

I know it's not that good..