Dont Let Go

Anne Grayson was not the bully, but she was the victim. No, not everybody knew, but the ones that did, made her miserable. As she went into the bathroom and stared cutting herself, someone stopped her. Tall, black hair that was short, but not too short, bright blue eyes, cute. Half of her said punch him. The other half said 'I want him to be mine!' What will she do? Read to find out.


8. Its The Little Things That Count.

I woke up to see Ryan's big blue eyes looking down at me. I smiled and kissed him. He stood

up and walked into his room. I followed him. Once I got I there he was already sitting on the bed. I walked over and sat by him. He put his arm around me, and pulled me closer. I rested my head on his shoulder and looked at his beautiful eyes once more. I saw something out of the corner of my eye.

    "Is that a guitar?" I asked. He smiled and nodded. "I didn't know you played."

    "I also sing. Just a little bit though." He replied. I smiled and handed him the guitar. He took it and took a deep breath. He started playing a familiar song and as soon as he started singing, I knew what the song was. He was singing Little Things by One Direction.

His voice was beautiful. I mean like, he could sing. When he was done, he put the guitar to the

side and pulled me onto his lap. He rested his forehead on mine so our nose's were touching. We looked deep into each others eyes. Right before I could kiss him, my phone started ringing. I reached over and answered it.

    "Hello, May." I said in an annoyed tone.

    "Hi, I'm sorry if I disturbing you or anything, but I would just like to tell you that Ryan stayed at my place last night. We had fun, if you catch my drift." She replied. I had put her on speaker phone so Ryan could hear to.

    "That's crazy, because guess whose house I stayed at last night."

    "Who?" She questioned.

    "Ryan's and he just heard everything you said." I said trying my best not to laugh.

    "Hi May!" He said loudly.

    "Shit!" She sighed. I hung up. I then got a text from more random people about how I was such a whore. Ryan snatched the phone from me and lightly tossed it onto a chair that was by his bed. I turned my focus back to him. He smiled and kissed me passionately. God, I loved him.


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