Remember I am open for all question to be asked for my Q and A which will be coming soon. The more questions the better. I will answer all x
*So I need your help. I don't have a clue who I picture Mia to be....like at all. What about you guys? Can you comment down below and we'll have a debate on who should play Mia*
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I threw my phone onto my bed, stripping from my clothes and replacing them with a huge top that drowned my figure and a pair of loose boy shorts that hung at my hips. I could feel the heat radiating off my skin, this buzz of anger that controlled me. I slipped my sports trainers on and raced out the front door all ready to run my frustration away. Music was blaring into my head through my earbuds, the cold breeze making the loose ends of my hair dance in the wind. Determination plastered on my face, my knuckles white from frustration and my arms swinging, pushing me as fast as my feet were.
Before I knew it, I was in the middle of no where, my lungs squeezing the air out and sucking it back in. My vision blurred and suddenly nausea coated my throat. I rocked over and landed on my butt. Out of no where, tears sprang to my eyes. I was overwhelmed with the emotions I was feeling right now. I lay down on the grass terrain, putting my hand in my hair, my chest rising and falling rapidly. Soft sobs were amplified by the silence of the night. I tore my headphones from my ears and bathed in the peacefulness and emptiness.
"Huh-hum," someone cleared their throat. My head snapped in their direction. "Are you okay miss?" The thick British accent asked.
"I'm...eh...fine," I mumbled back and promptly wiped my remaining tears away.
The tall boy came over and sat down next to me, not too close but within reaching distance. His hair was dark like Cole, his eyes a honeysuckle brown with a thin chain around his neck. "My name's Zayn, by the way," he extended his hand showing of his visible tattoos.
"Mia," I say hesitantly taking his hand. "What are you doing in the middle of no where at this time?" I shoot at him.
"I should be asking you the same thing," he retaliates and I shoot him a glare. "Well I just transferred and, to be honest, I was just exploring the town, trying to find somewhere quiet, I'm not really a people person."
"Understandable." There was a pause of silence.
"This is where you tell me why you're here, it starts to rain, I kiss you like in all the movies, we live happily ever after, get married and have ten kids."
I chuckle at his comment. "Funny."
"You never know," he flirts.
"Well, if you must know, I just had to get away from people," I simply say leaving out all the major details.
"Understandable," he copies. There was another awkward silence.
"Well it's getting late," I begin. "I should probably go."
"Yeah, me too. I can walk you home if you want?"
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The Grey Butterfly {H.S}
Fanfiction"A candle lit dinner, a bit cheesy don't you think?" I tease. I could feel his body heat wrapping me into him; his warm breath censored the nerves on my bare neck from his soundless laugh. "I thought this is what most girls like" "I'm not most gi...
