roman holiday/ ashton irwin
in which y/n needed to get away
(lower case intended. first bit is like a blurb)
i remember his green eyes that could light up the night sky but they could turn into a fierce hurricane within a second. he was indescribable, a particular shade of colour that no one can really put their finger on.
if i didn’t run late for school, i guess i would have never met the 19 year old boy with messy blonde hair and deep dimples. therefore i would have never fallen in love.
i think that’s destiny- you have to do something specific on a specific day to meet that specific person.
we happened to be both late on the same day and both happened to get on the elevator which happened to break down.
we got on quite well, none of us actually bothered to call someone for help because our tongues were battling and hands roamed hungrily on each others’ bodies.
i thought i’d never see him again until he happened to move in next door to my apartment. it’s awfully cliche but like i said, he was my destiny, and i was his.
i remember when he first heard my parents’ famous fights which the whole building knew well about - since they fought almost every week with broken furniture and punched walls from my father. he texted me, telling me to come over.
it seemed like i had no choice.
it was that night, we were cuddling on his bed with my parents’ screams from behind the thin wall that separated his home from mine. the lights were off but i could see his emerald green eyes shine against the dim light from the full moon in the dark sky. they shone so brightly that i almost started to think that his orbs were actually made out of stars.
that night, i came to a realization that i have fallen in love. i scolded myself when that question popped in my head. he was older and would never like a girl like me.
at that time, he seemed like an angel from heaven- like a young god with a body of a sex god. he was perfect in my eyes. but, as we grew closer, his colours were starting to peel.
he’d yell but envelop me in a warm hug and press his addictive lips against mine a few minutes later. he’d scream and tell me i ruined his life then apologise and say that he loves me.
i was getting confused between the two sides of him. i found myself tossing and turning all night after a fight, wondering if he really was an angel or the devil in disguise.
for a while, the cuts and scars he were giving me was left ignored. i didn’t notice it because i was so caught up in believing that he was the one.
but, the blind fold soon lifted off my eyes, revealing the true picture.
and that was when i knew that i’ll have to leave. leave behind all the memories of romantic kissing and heated groping, the gentle words and tainted whisper- i had to leave him
i wasn’t so sure if i was ready as i stood in front of the apartment block with trembling hands. it took me a while to get a grip and actually step inside the dark building and i prayed that i wouldn’t see him.
it has been two months since my parents split up and i left dad with mum to the other side of the country. it has been two months since i saw him. i wish i could say i got over him, but every night his eyes would be the only thing i could see.
even though i’ve turned 18 a few weeks ago, i was still forced to see dad and stay with him for a month. i think mum just wanted to get rid of me.
i pressed the doorbell to my old home, nervously leaning against my suitcase as i waited for my father to answer.
i rung again and again until i realised that my father probably forgot.
“fuck,” i swore under my breath, fishing in my bag for my phone- only to realise that i forgot to charge it on the plane.
i felt like banging my head against the door in frustration. i wasn’t that surprised that dad would do something like that, i obviously didn’t mean much to him. just a burden.
my body froze at the all too familiar voice and closed my eyes tight, praying that it was my imagination. but, i knew it wasn’t.
taking a deep breath, i slowly turned around and i was scared that i would burst out into tears at the sight of him.
i left him for a reason but it felt like he was the one who left me.
i stared at him in shock; his blonde hair was messier than usual, his tanned skin looked sickly pale, his green eyes looked almost grey and was tearing up. i made him like this even though he was the one who broke me in the first place.
“why did you leave me?” he whispered.
lol so i wasnt so sure about uploading this?? because its a little different from what i usually write.
ask for part 2 because i’d gladly write one!
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