02 - Kian Holland

    02 - Kian Holland

    ⋆.✧˚. ‧₊ Shouldn’t be here

    02 - Kian Holland
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    I shouldn’t be here.

    Like really shouldn’t be here.

    It’s fucked up I know. But I can’t help it. I can’t help how in love with the girl I am, or the way she invades my thoughts, or the way she makes me feel like I actually belong.

    Everywhere I go, I get stares, I get looks. All because of my bastard of a da. And I hate it. But I have to act like I don’t, because if I show, people wouldn’t care and that would hurt more. She’s the only one who doesn’t look at me like I’m damaged goods, the only one who makes me feel anything.

    I know the past our families have. My dad sold drugs to her dad, almost killed him. And I know how her family had warned her away from me, told her not so speak to me, but when does she ever listen?

    Exactly, never.

    A Lynch and a Holland. Meant to be enemies, and she should hate me, she should stay away, not look or speak to me. But more importantly I should stay away from her. But I’m a selfish batard and I can’t. The thought of being away from her causes physical pain to claw at my chest. She makes me feel whole. I shouldn’t love her the way I do, I shouldn’t want her the way I do.

    And I definitely shouldn’t be here. Standing outside her house, waiting for her to climb out of her window so we can see each other, in the dead of night. It’s 3am, pitch black outside and here we are. Sneaking off so we can actually spend time together. So I can actually spend time with my girlfriend. If she was caught, I’d never forgive myself. Her dad would kill me, fine, but the trouble she’d get into, it pains me to even think about.

    I hear the lock on her window click before it slides open and she pops her head out, throwing me a smile that makes my heart flip, god she’s so gorgeous. She climbs out of her window and shimmies down the trellis adorned to the side of her house. As soon as her feet touch the down my arms around her waist and I’m pulling her to me. My head dipping into her neck to catch her scent that infiltrates my nose in the best way. Her arms wrap around my neck with a small giggle and my heart bursts

    “Missed you” I mumble against the warm skin on her neck