Stop Being A Dickhead
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I go down stairs and see Zayn pissed.
"This is all your fault!"
"What is?" I asked. He threw a magizine at me. I pick it up and saw me and him holding hands,
"No, it's not," I say," it's yours for taking my hand." I say throwing it back. He started to yell and pointing in my face. I went to punch him he caught my fist. I went to slap him with the other hand. He caught it too. With our fingers laced and my fist in his hand, there was silence. I stared into his soft brown eyes. My heart started to pound like it used to. He let go of my fist and wrapped his hand around my waist and pulled me closer. Our lips touched and pushed against each other and the tears started to fall. He pulled away and let go of me.
"What's wrong?" he asked. I just ran out the door.
"This is all your fault!"
"What is?" I asked. He threw a magizine at me. I pick it up and saw me and him holding hands,
"No, it's not," I say," it's yours for taking my hand." I say throwing it back. He started to yell and pointing in my face. I went to punch him he caught my fist. I went to slap him with the other hand. He caught it too. With our fingers laced and my fist in his hand, there was silence. I stared into his soft brown eyes. My heart started to pound like it used to. He let go of my fist and wrapped his hand around my waist and pulled me closer. Our lips touched and pushed against each other and the tears started to fall. He pulled away and let go of me.
"What's wrong?" he asked. I just ran out the door.
