'What's your favourite flower, petal?'' his once rough voice, felt oddly soothing,
As we gazed up at the stars I feel as connected to him as they are. I know we aren't good people, we don't do good things, but now in this moment, we're normal.
I...
''And a black widow spider makes more sound than she and black moons in those eyes of hers made more sense to me,
Heavy persuasion It was hard to breathe she was dark at the top of the stairs
and she called to me and so I followed''
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Like most nights I usually sit and listen to music, and 9 times out of time it will mostly be on vinyl, the other 1 being when i'm too lazy and ill just use my phone.
I run my finger along the limited albums I own, landing on the one at the end, 'Tusk' Being my favourite Fleetwood Mac album it's an obvious choice, I place my fingers on the outside of the record and slowly pull it out , and placing it on the slip mat it spins, so I move the delicate needle on to the outside groove, starting the soft tune of 'Sisters of the Moon' the best song on the album.
I haven't been able to be in contact with Naomi for a few days since she disappeared, Louis left later that day too after I went for a nap, so i've been devising my own sort of plan to deal with all the shit going on recently,
Mine and Niall's contract means shit all now that hes broken most parts, and the main part on my side can't be carried out anymore,
So hes out of the picture for me now, and I can focus on what me and Naomi are dealing with together, that's if she'll talk to me.
I walk away from the record player, back over to the kitchen, my phone sits plainly on the countertop, the screen remaining untouched.
Not once have I ever sat and waited for someone to call or even text me before, but she's worth the change whether good or bad.
I tap the screen, the light showing the time, my lock-screen and nothing else, and I can't wait any longer.
I grab my phone and run to the front door grabbing a jacket and my keys, opening the door and running towards my car, there's a few places Naomi can be, her house, with Lana or the bar,
The car starts up and I drive to the most likely place she'll be in, the bar, i've been avoiding it for days, I knew she'd be there, but I wouldn't know what to do if she wasn't there,
The dark roads lined with the bright rain water is oddly comforting, it's slight sounds under the car wheels reminding me of where and why i'm going.
The soft tune of the radio plays as I drive, and I probably should of showered before I came out, but I can do that when i'm home.
I finally arrive at the bar, getting out the car and walking towards the door I scan the car park, a few range rovers, one little yellow car, a beetle to be exact and a few others,
