Charlie Puth Lyrics #attention Novels & Stories

**************************************** If you were dead or still alive. I don't care, I don't care. Just go and leave this all behind. Cause i swear, i swear. I don't care. This was the song I'm listening now inside Anthony's car, "Can you change this song?" Anthony looked at me acting like he can't hear me. "THE MUSIC IS TOO LOUD I CAN'T HEAR YOU" ,he gave me a questioning look like he couldn't really hear me. "CAN YOU AT LEAST KEEP IT DOWN?", I was talking the same way he did.

Just… thoughtful. Her breath caught slightly. Because this— This was new. This kind of care. This quiet attention. She looked up at him. “You didn’t used to do things like this.” “I know.” “Why now?” He held her gaze. “Because I’m paying attention.” Her heart tightened again. Because attention… Attention had been all she ever wanted. --- For a moment, neither of them spoke. They just stood there. Closer now. But still not touching. Not crossing that final line.

Heyyo guyssss.......🥲🥲🥲 So below here are the songs I was listening to while writing this book. Pick your favorites, and suite yourself with any chapter.....😃🖤 Alan Walker.... Different world Bebe Rexha and Martin Garrix..... In the name of love Ed Sheeran...... Shivers Omah Lay...... Understand Juice wrld..... Graduation Omah Lay and Justin Bieber....... Attention Classified and Tory Lanez...... Cold Love

I make the mistake of looking her in the eye and I feel tears pool in my eyes. Running to the altar like a track star Can't wait another second, on God. Running to the altar like a track star Can't wait another second, on God. Running to the altar like a track star Can't wait another second. 'Cause the way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me. Feels so ho-ho-ho-holy. My girl finally reaches me. I hold her hands in mine. We stand looking into each other’s eyes. I feel the tears run down my face. she sees that and let us go of my hands and wipe my tears. I smile and lean into her hands.

: Please, Charlie : Please answer me : Answer the call : Why won't you answer? : Please : Don't be a bitch, answer the phone : I'm sorry, didn't mean that, just answer, please : Charlie? : Charlie? : This is your number, right? : This is Charlie's phone number right? : I know I have the right number : ANSWER THE PHONE!!!! : PLEEEEAAAASSSSSEEEE!!!! : Need to talk to you : Need to apologise to you or he won't come back to me! : Do it for him : Do it for your dad!

Her shoulders trembled as she spoke, her voice cracking under the weight of it all. Then she lowered her hands slowly and looked at him, her expression lost, almost childlike in its confusion. “Caleb… do you think I’m pathetic?” she asked quietly. Caleb felt something tighten painfully inside him. He reached out slightly, steadying himself before speaking. “No, Charlie,” he said softly. “You’re not pathetic. You are human. The heart doesn’t heal in one day. With time, you will forget. With time, you will be whole again.”

“You broke it good, baby, ripped it apart. But it still beats, boom boom, yeah it still beats, boom boom . . .now am thinking about us, thinking about me how we gonna be, open my eyes it was only a dreeeeeam.......” His last word was long and drawn out, fitting with the echoing vibrations of the guitar strings. As we did after every song, we looked up at Charlotte for her approval. It was an instinctive movement now, because we might have a PA to keep our asses in line, but Charlotte was the chick that whipped them into shape. And fuck, I shouldn’t have thought about our PA, because now all I could think of was Elena’s long legs disappearing beneath her dress. “Aiden. Are you listening?”

Tom roared to the guy. “ Tom don’t scare the poor guy he is just doing his job, and you should do yours too, I love you we will talk later, I don’t want to distract you” I felt regretful for being a coward and now I have disturbed Tom, “ Mercy remember, I’m only one call away, I’ll be there to save the daSupermanan got nothing on me” Tom sang Charlie Puth's song for me, my heart swell up in happiness and excitement go back to work Superman” I chuckled wiping off my tears, my voice broke, I quickly hung up on him and switched my phone off in case he tries to call me back.

She rolled her eyes as I twirled her. “Maybe. But, the lyrics aren’t exactly wrong.”I shrugged as the music transitioned to Charlie Puth’s Marvin Gaye. She blinked at me as I had twirled her into me in time with the shift in music. This song isn’t exactly slow but slower than Shivers. “What does that mean?” She questioned but kept in step with me. “Exactly what I said. That the lyrics weren’t wrong. I know it’s cheesy. But when you kissed me the other day at the restaurant. I thought of that song,” I admitted.