63. #63: HIS KISS CAN MEND YOUR BROKEN HEART
#63: HIS KISS CAN MEND YOUR BROKEN HEART.
Louis: You try not to laugh bitterly as he swears to you that he can take all the pain away. You're so close to laughing and your face turns a lovely shade of pink, which only makes him more determined to make it all better for you, for your happiness. "Can I kiss you?" he asks softly, his hand finding your waist and the other coming up to your back. You watch him inhale and exhale, his minty breath hitting your face, and you take the jump into his arms. He catches you.
Niall: You never thought it would be possible, but then it just happened. You found yourself growing happier and not being so insecure all the time. His kisses were soft and gentle, and he always gave you space if you needed to step away from his embrace and take a deep breath. Though you found yourself stepping away less and less. He completed you, he was your missing half. "See?" he whispered, kissing you softly, "I said I would never let you hurt again."
Liam: You weren't one to believe in love anymore, not after your father left. It kind of sucked all happiness out of you, and you were left with the one boy that thought he could change that fact. "Tell me when to stop," he murmurs, an inch away from your lips as his eyes flicker back up to meet yours, "Tell me if you don't think you can trust me. Tell me." But you don't say anything, you just let him kiss all the tears and fears and doubts and pain away from your heart.
Zayn: You don't believe it and you scoff a little, backing away from him while wiping your salty tears away with the back of your hand. "You think this is a joke, Zayn? You think that the minute I'm upset that you can make everything okay again? You can't. No one can, so stop try -- " Rough hands gripped your face and a minty mouth was on yours, hot breath making its way into your mouth. "I can make everything better if you let me. Just get lost in me for one night."
Harry: You rolled your eyes and he nearly growled with anger, his whole body shaking and his eyes seeing that ugly shade of red. "You think I'm joking?" he bellows, and his whole body nearly sags. He stares at you so intensely as he takes a step towards you, his stride long and confident as he reaches you. "I'm not joking." He says each word slowly, letting it sink into your bones. He grabs your waist, pulling you close. "I'm not joking when I say I want to be your happiness."