His Locked Soul

I groaned loudly hearing the sounds of banging from my door. I know who is trying to take down that door so I choose to not answer and let myself take time to sleep. Ugh! Why is life so hard, am I the only one who is suffering in this world?

He even won't let me sleep in peace.

" Fay! open the door or else I will break it down."

"What the hell! Ezra. Go to your house and break every damn door in your house."

" you know iam being serious Fay if you don't open your Damn fucking door right now, iam gonna break it down and get you."

"Do whatever you want to Ezra, if my mom finds out who broke down her precious door then your dumb ass will be dead," I yelled knowing this will waver him but Nah, Ezra is Ezra and he never listens and he never backs down from anything.

" Do you think using your mom's name will waver me, baby girl? Hmm? " I can hear his smirk and smug smile from his deep ass voice. Who can resist Ezra's charms?

He can easily make me a poodle with this deep sexy voice and totally with himself. I hope God will give me resistance this time.

I forgot to introduce myself, Hi iam Fay Moore 20 years old Normal girl whose best friend is the big bad boy Ezra Irwin. Who currently is banging on my door in the early morning at 4 am.

It means I need to save him from someone or something. Why? Just why iam the only one who has this best friend.

I sighed before getting up from the bed adjusting my long t-shirt and yeah it is his t-shirt which I stole from his wardrobe. The t-shirt drowned me in it and iam wearing panties under it.

" stop trying to break my door Ezra, iam coming have some patience," I yelled before going to the door to open it.

"That's what she said, baby girl." He laughed to himself. It took a second to understand what he meant.

" ughhhh, shut up Ezra. If you don't then I'll bang your head on the same door." I threatened knowing he will shut up because he knows I will do whatever if iam angry.

" Okay, okay iam sorry now open the door."

" com..." I gulped my words before spitting them out because he is going to tease me again for that word.

I opened the door and stood folding my hands and glaring at my tall, olive-skinned, tattoos covering his half of the body with green and gold eyes stumbled through my door and landed on me.

"Hmph, move you, dork. You are so heavy." I grumbled before pushing him off of me.

" you are looking cute."

"What?"

"You are looking cute in my t-shirt like a small chubby baby." He eyed me sitting on my bed, staring at me from my head to toe. It Is making me squirm and uncomfortable in a good way and tingles ran through my body. Is it okay to feel like this for your best friend?

I am not going to say that first I wanted him as my friend and as days and years went by I wanted him as more than a friend. No, I always wanted him as more than a friend. He was my first crush and first love. We met when I was 5 years old and he was 7 years old.

I always saw my parents so in love and always wanted what they had and have. I said my first I love you to a boy when I first laid my eyes on him and that boy was Ezra but my parents and he took it as a joke and I always tried to give a hint to him that I feel more than a friend but he always brushed it aside.