He's The One Who Likes All Our Pretty Songs นิยาย & เรื่องราว

We excused ourselves from this people we call friends and intertwined our fingers as we make our way to the dance floor. A song was already playing when we got there. I listened intently to it, I'd know that song in a heartbeat. It was one of Adele's song titled One and Only. It was a favorite song of mine from her album. I hummed to it as we danced along to this masterpiece of a song. No words were uttered by either of us. We let the music playing speak for ourselves. He hugged me as we danced; I rested my head on his shoulders and intertwined my hand with his.

"That's one of my favorite songs." I turned to him seeing Milo stand from the bed and walked towards my way. His looks are so deceiving as he tells me, "I love that song. So much.” “It sounds like a classic." "It is. That's A Million Love Songs by Take That." I nodded. "Wanna dance babe?" He asked while offering me his hand. I smiled at him. "I'd love to." Accepting his hand.

I asked him. "No." He answered. "But the woman I like admires Taylor, that's why I listen to her songs." I feel something strange feeling because of what he said, he doesn't have a girlfriend but he likes someone. I forced a smile and listened to the song. I feel like a needle has pierced my heart because of its pain. "You're eyes whispered" Have we met? " I looked at him as he sang the song, he also turned his gaze to me and looked again at what we were going through.

Could I allow myself to trust him like that? “She’s more than my air, she's my cloud when I need shade,” he sang. I grinned. He’d sang everything himself on his solo album and damn it he had a panty-dropping voice. I’d always thought Jude had the franchise on that, but having Lukas singing in my ear? I’m so fucked. He was singing “Persistence” from their first album. Man, Feisty just had so many good songs. “Never on my darkest day does her beauty fade,” I sang.

"Are you tired of sitting around? Would you want me to play some music for you?" "Alright." "Which music do you prefer?" "One Direction song... Perfect." "Are you a directioner?" "Yes, why? Do you think it strange?" "No, Gemma, I'm a directioner as well!" He was overjoyed. "FOR REAL?" "Which of 1d's songs do you like best?" "Perfect?" "Mine is; they don't know about us." "I'm glad we love the same band and have the same musical tastes." Lincoln begins to play Perfect by One Direction.

Even behind the cameras, the crew got more interested, anticipating his answer. Henry inhaled. “Yes. I will.” He began with Damian Dowells. “Damian is a man of power, and he is relentless in his pursuits. He saw me as a partner, perhaps even as a prize. His attention was flattering at first, overwhelming later. He represents ambition and the allure of wealth, and for a moment I wondered if that was what I wanted—to climb higher, faster, with him at my side. But I came to realize that while Damian admires me, he admires most the way I shine in the world he already controls. He wanted me for his empire, not for my heart. And so, I respect him, but I cannot love him.”

He was standing in front of me, breathing down my neck. He was looking at me with his sly eyes. I could smell his perfume, a strong, masculine perfume that anyone would melt into. Good thing I was professional. "Come on, let's see you, handsome." I said and took his hand. He had ordered the same song as from our first meeting - Jennifer Hudson's - One night only. God, I loved that song. He grabbed me by the waist and brought me closer to him. The song immediately touched my mind and heart:

said Gaby Clark held both of Gaby’s cheeks. “I know Dylan. I would rather have him kiss you than some other man, lest I get into a fight,” said Clark. “Another thing, you’re in love with me, aren’t you?” Gaby said, “Of course. You’re my one and only, one and only you!” said Gaby, who even sang the hymn of Your Song. “Geez, you make me fall for you repeatedly!” said Clark.

He muffled. We then went through so many songs on my playlist for the next forty minutes until he finally admitted. “Take the crown, Baby, it’s yours.” He called me baby. He listened to my songs. He danced and sang along with me. He looked at me more than he looked at the road. He stared at our hands when I touched him while Bruno Mars' song came on full blast because he was my favorite musician. Touching him like that was an accident but I loved his reaction so bad that I kept touching him and he didn't kick my hands off, instead he kept it where I could touch it more.

"Not so bad?" "If you were my date back then, I might not have minded doing this. The monkey suit, though? No thanks." His hands skimmed up her back and he drew her closer as the song ended. It started again since she'd put it on repeat. He glanced down his nose at her. "Any particular reason you chose this song?" "Caught on to that, did you?" The lyrics were about starting over after finding a special person who gave proper motivation to want to be better. "I dub this our song."