I want him in my bed next to me, on top of me, beneath me.
I want his arms wrapped around me, touching me, making contact with me.
I want his lips pressed against my lips, my neck, my wrists.
I want his warmth around me, surrounding me, filling me.
I want his love, passion, lust.
I want him.
i dont want to meet one direction. not as a fan. i want to meet them through mutual friends, or at a charity dinner, and be able to develop friendships with them and hang out, and text each other, meet up for coffee, take selfies, have inside jokes—and idk if this is sweet or terribly sad but idec