We crash into each other, just so we can feel something.
Or (because that was quite a pretentious summary):
"Look what you've done to my car!" the voice shrieks. "Look!"
"Sir, please stay away from him."
"Why? I just want him to look at my God damned car! I'm not gonna fucking kill him!"
Fandoms: One Direction (Band)
16 Dec 2013
In my drunken, messed-up state, I do realize one thing. You look like a million dollars. A fucking million dollars. You also look concerned, as if this was your problem too. Hell, sure, partly it is. But you’re not the one with someone waiting up for you at home, someone to answer to, someone to hurt (or try not to hurt). No matter what happens, you can walk away from this. Me? That’s another story.
Tom Fletcher woke up and found that he was miserable. It was the end of the world, and no one knew it but him.
“Don’t. You’ll regret it,” a voice interrupts Louis’ train of drunken thoughts, and he snaps his head up. He’s alone in the shop, apart from the young boy by the register who he swears wasn’t there when he walked in. Which, oh. Curls. Okay.