Don't Let Me Go.

Don't Let Me Go.

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-"take what you have a run, you're lucky to still have her there." My subconscious scowled me; fingers clutching the hem of my shirt, i didn't want her. i wanted Marley, and only Marley; or i just wanted what the thing that shined so brightly, the thing that i had never seen before. Innocence. but it was her mission to escape me, escape my grasp, and my louring charm that attacked her heart when she was near. i wanted her to play my game, the tricks, the lies.- Harry styles, the Misfit boy who had finally settled down putting his twisted past behind him.he thought he was finally on the road to something better...up until Marley Jones becomes his little sisters roommate in 'Wsc' making his devious ways twist once more; her innocence drawing him in. would he leave her be, Keeping his girlfriend Jess in his tight grip. or would his mind plot on stealing what was rightfully Marley's. Marley Jones, the girl almost 'OCD', the one to never touch what she knew was bad. born in Toronto and raised in Dublin, leaving her mother behind to do schooling in Washington; rules were her guidelines and plans were her future; until a curly headed boy toys with her plans making it spiral from there on-wards.
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I cupped her face in my hands, rubbing my thumbs in circles over her cheeks. She was having trouble finding words to describe what she felt, and I could relate. I loved her more than words could describe and telling her I loved her was almost an insult to my true feelings for her. My heart ached at just the thought of her not being with me. I honestly don't know what I would have done with myself if I had never went to that stupid party and met her. But, I have a feeling, we would have found each other, eventually. This love's too strong to ignore forever. Both of us had pieces of us missing, that neither of us were aware of until we met. We were like two puzzle pieces that finally connected. "I love you," I whispered, leaning my forehead against hers. "I love you more," she replied in a small whisper, her hand reaching up to caress my cheek while the other rested on my thigh. I shook my head, annoyed and charmed by the audacity she had to think that she could possibly love me more. "I love you most," I persisted, causing her head to moved away from mine as she looked into my eyes. "Always?" She questioned, her eyes unreadable for a moment before a flash of fear passed through. "Forever," I assured her and meaning it. We could live an entire lifetime or for eternity, and my love for her would never fade. It would only grow. There was nothing in this world that would ever change the way I loved her. My, Katarina.

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