dear boy with the flat hair,
today we went back to school and you were oddly happy.
you held my hand in public and i was confused because my other boyfriends didn't do that. shit, no one did that to me.
your hand was soft and it fit perfectly into mine, which is very cliché but aren't we a cliché pair?
i broke our contact and put my arm around your shoulder and your other hand came up and held the one that was testing on your torso.
people took pictures, but that was okay. calum was smiling and so were you and fuck, i've missed that smile.
everyone was happy today.
we're skyping right now since your mother is home and your father isn't, which is confusing but i understand.
"what are you writing about?"
"you."
from, boy who would much rather see your smile in person.
a/n: v sorry about the last couple of chapters, writers block on my part but it'll get better soon xx
