“Darkness is only driven out with light, not more darkness” – Martin Luther King Jr.
Warning : Self Harm
Hey this is my first time writing ….Sorry if it sucks!
The city lights flashed through the tinted windows of the black mustang I rode in. The coolness from the vent cooling my heated skin as I rode through the night. I needed her. Every inch of her. Her eyes, skin, hair, lips, everything. She was like the other half of my heart. I needed her in my life and I was going to keep that way. As I pulled my car to the side of the curb I noticed all lights were shut off, but one. Her bedroom light. So as my curiosity ran, I approached the old mahogany door. Kneeling, I grabbed the key under the mat. I looked at the cold metal object in my hand. Admiring it’s shine against the rays of the streetlight. I sighed knowing, remembering, thinking, about all those times I used this. I soon looked up at the door, sighing to myself, I stuck the key in the locking. I turned it hearing the familiar click before pushing it open with little strength.
“C’mon you got this! This is the last exam we have then it’s summer time!” I encourage, asking her the last question on her Psychology study guide.
“Read it again, please”
I look at her for a second, but it feels like hours, taking in all of her features every damn time I look at her. Her long, wavy, yet straight, soft, sweet-smelling hair cascaded down, outlining her face. Beautiful big eyes that looked inside of me, a cute nose that sniffled softly when she was fighting with her ass of a boyfriend, and her mouth. That mouth of hers was just perfect. The way they were such a deep red without lipstick made me crave for a kiss, and how her bottom lip was constantly between her teeth made me yearn to suck on it. And her body; the way it…
“…Harry…” she interrupts, snapping me out of my thoughts.
You’re her best-friend Harry. Get over it.
Without a breath, I begin to say, ”The motivational state of excitement and tension brought about by physiological and cognitive reactions to erotic stimuli”
“Yes!!! You got every question right [Y/N]!” I say, and she laughs that irresistible laugh.
“Thanks Harry,” she giggles, about to hug me, but a vibration in her pocket stopped her. “It’s the boyfriend, I’ll be outside” she excitedly says.
Sorry, no sex.
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Warning : Contains self harm.
"Lightweight." (Niall) imgaine.
Disclaimer: Contains self-harm. In no way, shape, or form do I promote self-harm. This is just something I was feeling since I can relate.
*Listen to: Lightweight, Fix A Heart, and Skyscraper by Demi Lovato.
First time submitting! :o
*No sex :/
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First time writing, hope this is okay :)
Helloooo. So I decided to make a sad story since I haven’t done that yet. Please know, this story is quite personal, and stuff. Yeah. Add a picture pleasee! xx
Before you read, just wanted to let you know that you’re beautiful no matter what and I will always think you’re perfect. Beauty isn’t defined by weight. Stay strong, okay .x
Okay so this is the first one i’ve written advice is more than welcome :) Um yeah contains background of self harming. A picture is more than welcome to be added and i hope you enjoy it :)