okay so i got the before/after idea from Looking for Alaska and the roman numeral thing from someone I forgot :) The song is obviously Taylor Swift's, but the story's all mine! :)
I'm actually pretty happy with this and I hope you like it (like they like the treacherous slopes)! Read on! :)
Disclaimer: I don't own HTR, if I did it would have never ended and Zevie would be canon. I don't own the song either :)
THIS IS A MULTI-CHAP FIC!
i. (after)
Uncoordinated guitar chords and strained voices. Heartless words, but inescapable memories. Lingering touches with wrecking images. Unforgettable moments of inexplicable pleasures.
Put your lips close to mine
She remembers the words she whispered in his ear. The darkness of the night coating the elated look on his face as their lips almost found comfort in each others.
As long as they don't touch
He remembers the thunderous beat of his heart as he felt her breath graze against his skin. Her words bounced against the walls of his mind until everything rational melts inside his skull when her lips rest inches away from his.
ii. (before)
Out of focus, eye to eye
"Remember me as yours." She speaks.
His coffee-brown eyes search her hazel ones and all he sees, even against the blackness of the sky, is the bright, mysterious twinkle in her eyes he never ever understood himself.
iii. (after)
Till the gravity's too much
He breaks down and screams with all the voice left in him. The tears fall faster than the speed of light, faster and never seeming to end.
It's been two weeks since they scratched each other's hearts out and left it with an invincible scar. He's tired of crying, but the tears don't fail him.
She doesn't remember all the words they scream at each other. She doesn't even remember why and what made them fight. It's all been tampered with regret and wounds. She doesn't understand the whirlwind of feelings slamming her back and forth against the walls she built. Anger and hurt, regret and pain, vengeance and insanity, freedom and shockâall of these overwhelming emotions pumping in her veins, replacing her blood and taking her mind.
iv. (before)
And I'll do anything you say
They were very fond of whispers. It was like their special message between just the two of them. It made them feel alone and together even in a crowded room.
"It's our 3 year anniversary." He breathes against her ear.
"What do you have planned, Mr. Sir?" She asks him in a barely audible voice.
"How about a movie, m'lady?" He says, a playful smirk playing on his lips.
"Agreed."
Their lips touch for a moment before Kacey's loud voice interrupts them.
v. (before)
If you say it with your hands
"This wasn't in the plan." She tells him with a hint of laughter as his lips graze her jaw. Her words are quiet through the heaving of their chests. Their breathing is unsteady, and so is the beating of their hearts. Loud thumps beating against their ears, so loud they were conscious that the other might have heard it.
He laughs as he rests his hands on her hips. "Wouldn't change it for anything." Their lips meet yet again. Chapped and pristine moving in sync and as one. No more words were said as the passionate and meaningful night broke into daylight, and suddenly they both felt complete.
It was a night they would never forget.
vi. (after)
And I'd be smart to walk away
She called herself stupid so many times, the word was like a tattoo scorched into her brain. When she was with him, she forgot. She forgot about all her rules against boys, especially the ones like Zander. He was basically the perfect example for number 1 on her list. He was the inevitable pretty boy. He was the one who enjoyed all the attention he would get from numerous girls and couldn't bear to live without it. She couldn't have forgiven herself for falling so fast.
She couldn't escape the fact that he was there to catch her when he made her fall in the first place. He was there.
He was the best bad idea she ever had.
vii. (before)
But you're quick sand
"You would have been an amazing singer." His voice rings loudly through the room.
She laughs. "Oh and what, steal Kacey's spotlight? Come on, Z. I'm not that evil. It's not like she's had everyone kissing her feet as she sings to an autotuned track."
He looks at her with an amused look. "Oh, wait. That's exactly what it's like." She deadpans.
"Stevie, if you had just accepted my offer in the first place, it wouldn't have come down to this." He steps closer to her.
"I told you I didn't want that much attention." She tells him.
"You're so humble." He teases.
"We should get to class, Z."
"Stevie, I'm sorry." He starts to whisper. "I should have known you wouldn't get along with the school's most popular girl."
"It's done and over with." She tries to give him a sincere smile.
"But, Steves, you know that you're way better than the Perfs. Your down-to-earth voice and personality would beat their fake smiles, any day." He looks her in the eyes as he says the truthful words.
"You sure know how to flatter a lady." She forces herself to ignore the blood creeping to her cheeks and the butterflies playing in her stomach.
"Remember me as yours, Steves." He whispers into her ear as he walks out of the room.
That was the first time the whispers started. She felt his warm breath land on her skin and it was long until the tingle of it was finally ignorable.
She doesn't know it, but inspiration comes to him from her words and before he knows it, he's writing a song about Stevie. And she doesn't ever figure it out.
viii. (after)
This slope is treacherous
He doesn't mind the gaping hole in his stomach or the cracked remains of his heart when he sets his mind on something. Suddenly, everything fades away. He doesn't understand the rush and the need of it all happening so suddenly, but he couldn't stop himself. He felt like something was tugging him to see her, feel her once again.
He doesn't even care what will happen. He only cares that it will happen.
This path is reckless
His every footstep was a taunting call to turn back. But the thought of being closer and closer he is to seeing her face, pushes him forward. To a stranger, he would have looked completely insane with his tear-stained cheeks, red and outraged eyes, and balled-up fists. But to someone who understood, he was no less than a heartbroken teenager in need of a warm touch.
He doesn't care if it would be the last.
As long as it happens.
This slope is treacherous
She doesn't see it coming, the sudden surge of electricity jolting up her spine when she remembers the whispered words. All her thoughts travel to the every feature of him. His mesmerizing brown eyes riddled with lines of pure happiness, his irresistible pale, kissable lips, his strong arms, his curly hair, his flirtatious smile, and that dreamy look he gets when he's with her. The whirlwind inside her gets knocked out by the image of him until there's only one thing left.
It was like a gravitational pull towards him.
ix. (before)
An like it
She came home to red petals on the floor, leading to her room. She sees Zander standing there with a bouquet of roses in his hand, except he was holding them upside down. Her gaze lifts up to the roof of her room where she sees more than a hundred roses hung upside down. Oddly enough, it looked beautiful.
"Happy one-year anniversary!" Zander cheers.
She point up to her rose-clad room. "I think you hanged them wrong, Z."
"No." He says with a knowing smile. "You hang roses upside down, they last longer that way."
She gives a cheerful smile. "Really?"
He nods his head. "And we're going to be just like those roses."
"Upside down?"
"Metaphorically." He says. "Because even when our relationship takes an inexplicable upside down turn, we're still going to last long."
The smile on her lips and her twinkling eyes was enough to make him lean in and touch his lips with hers.
"So, we're practically invincible?" She asks.
"Long-lasting."
"Longer than forever."
"We're roses that hang upside down." They both lean in for another sweet kiss.
How was that? :) next chapter will be up soon! :) ily guys reviews would be greatly appreciated! fghsknjasdjds
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