Fucked up (1D)

The 17 year old Mary Jane Moore, lives a normal life - until on her 17th birthday, where her loving parents tragically dies in a car accident. The young man behind the opposing car survives - but he is no ordinary boy. What will happen when Mary Jane is forced to meet the "killer" of her parents? And what will happen to her after her parents death?


15. Picturesque

Harry lived with me for a couple of days, being there with me, eating (forcing me in a sweet way), talking (about everything for once), and the most unbelieveable thing, laughing (not making me feel quilty.) Other than that, we acted a lot like boyfriend and girlfriend - kissing, flirting, lying close, and shagging. But most of the time, we walked around, listening to music, while dancing.

(Listen to Chase Coy - Picturesque)

"And the sun is pouring in, through the window, and right on to your skin," Harry sang, his body moving to the rhythm, as he walked across the floor to the kitchen.

"And I've never seen a portrait, quite so picturesque," he sang, walking closer to me, putting his hands on my hips.

"And the hours slip away, I always struggle for the right words to say," he starts rocking me from side to side. I put my hands behind his neck, smiling at him, while he sings to me.

"'Cuz how can I try to describe in sentences, that I can't believe a girl like you exists?" he smiles back at me, while we keep rocking from side to side.

"So don't forget to smile, when you see the sun come out, 'cuz your laughter and your love is all I've been thinking about, just the thought of you sustains me, and that smile of yours can make the whole world new, I love the way I feel when I'm with you!" I pull his head towards mine, seeking his lips, and as I feel them against mine, my body sparks, and it feels like I'm going to explode. I pull him closer, and closer, trying to become one, craving more, craving his touch. He pulls away and another song starts.

"This is the place where I don't feel alone,"

"This is the place where I feel at home."

He points at me, as he kisses me again, then spinning me around, picking me up, and putting me down on the countertop. Then, standing between my legs, he puts his forehead against mine, and kisses my nose briefly, before doing the dishes for me. I smiled at him, he smiled back - and even though we weren't close physically, we were one.

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