Killian

Intro ~Kil's POV:~ I'd always been the loser in high school. The scrawny kid who hadn't quite grown into his clothes and had absolutely no friends. They called me a freak, a weirdo and yet I'd never disagreed. The second you walked in and the obsession latched on like a blood sucking leech, I realised perhaps I am a freak. A freak who was desperately in love with you, the school's golden popular angel. I had been too shy to approach you personally, but when you were in gym I'd go to your locker to get a sweet sniff of your cologne/perfumed jacket, when you put a book back in the library I'd pick it up and read it, just to see what interests you. I stalked your social media, printed pictured of you to hang in my room. I simply did what every teenage boy does when hes in love, right? But thats when my world crashed. Valentines day 2015, I was newly turned 18, you were 17. I took flowers for you, hoping youd finally know who I am. But your friends laughed in my face, calling me a stalker and a weird. You looked so confused, like you didnt even know who I was. From then on I was bullied, called "creep" and "Y/N's stalker". So, I left. I left the state, got a job in the one thing I actually had a passion for other than you- fashion. Now, at 28 years old I'm the youngest multibillionare in the states. I own a fashion company, a globally leading one, and my name is ever whsipered about in the clothing industry. Not just a fashion designer, an innovative legend. I'm no loger the scrawny weirdo I once was... I'm a tall, muscular and extremely fashionable weirdo. All my clothing lines are specially designed to be what I think would suit you. All my models I choose based off how much they look like you. One night stands or relationships? Never. I am reserved for you, built for you. So, when you unwittingly walk into my office looking for a job as my next model, I realise once again... I'm definitely still that love crazy weirdo.