runaways ; preview
Drapetomania ; noun
an overwhelming urge to run away
The harsh wind stung my pale face. My legs were tired, not wanting to continue, but I knew in my gut, that it was the right thing to do. Four towns passed, four more to go, until I reached my sweet escape. I could almost feel the release.
The early 3:45 morning air invaded my nostrils. The smell of cigarette smoke and rain combined set the mood of the street, glimmered with the street lights accompanying the sidewalk.
The buildings and towers, filled with sleeping people with families who accepted them was in a clear view a bead of me, another building, clearly used for business next to it. Streetlights soon appeared ahead of me, an oncoming taxi in full view. The car whizzed by, soaking my feet with the rain left in puddles.
My music blasted through my earbuds, clearly loud enough to hear, but nobody being out at this ungodly hour would have to hear my playlist. My breathes were seen as clouds appeared each time I exhaled.
I look down at my hands, fiddling with my fingers, as the smell of cigarette smoke became more and more present.
Suddenly, my body rammed into something, though since I was knocked down, I couldn’t immediately tell what exactly it was.
“ I’m sorry ” a tall male said, reaching his toned arm out to help me up.
I denied his offer, pushing myself back up. I looked at his features that accompanied his face, god, he was attractive.
His black hair, pressed against his forehead, his brown eyes, and chapped lips made him so ruggedly handsome. I snapped out of his trance when he asked if I was okay.
“ God, was I staring ” I thought.
“ Yes, I-I’m fine ” I said, looking down at my feet, embarrassed, noticing a cigarette in his right hand.
“ You sure ” his voice, hinted with some kind of accent, but I couldn’t figure out exactly what type it was.
“ Yeah ” I said, reassuring him.
I glanced back up and met his gaze. His fingers came back up to his mouth, taking a puff of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out almost instantly, filling his veins with the vapor.
He was mesmerizing.
“ Name’s Calum ” he spoke.
“ Hi, I’m Roslyn ” I said, tucking a small piece of hair behind my ear.
“ What are you doing out here so early ” he asked, fixing his eyes on my figure.
“ If only you knew ” my mind spoke.
“ Just needed some - ” I said, “ Fresh air. ”
He smiled, looking at me, as he took another hit of his cig. My eyes then snapped when a bus appeared.
It stopped right in front of us.
“ Wanna come ” he asked, smirk still evident on his face.
“ Why not ” I replied, following his lead onto the city metro bus.
a/n : okaY so you guys are probably like, “ Katie, what the actual fuck is this? “ Well, basically I was watching this 5sos interview, and they were talking about Invisible, and Ashton talked about the meaning behind the song, and theN my mind started thinking things, and I thought of a v v interesting and good(?) concept and I then started thinking about writing a fanfiction, and so I wrote this and I’m kinda in love with it already lmao :) so please give me feedback, I would really, really appreciate it. Also, this is my first tumblr fanfiction, I’ve written other fanfics, but this one is going to be posted to tumblr, and only tumblr :)
hope you like it :)