Hate Me Harder [BxB] ✔️ [NOT EDITED]

(32) Hate the truth in my right-now-friend

Just realised that I haven't asked you about your preferences. Hehe, what do you think? Top Alan or Bottom Alan?

And a thank you to Jacqueline11__13 for reminding me to update. I won't be able to update tomorrow so, here you go.

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Bailey knew she was teasing me when she said to call her when I get a heart attack.

The second she's away from the car, I knew why she said it. Because she somehow, knew that I've already had it. The heart attack.

The thing that always happens when he's there with me.

When did it start?

I was gay.

Well, for Max Winters gay.

After Trev's speech, there's no fooling around. The results because I knew the hard truth. Max Winters found it hard to leave my mind. Even if I was fuming over him, he's there.

As crazy as it sounded, and as scary as it was, I knew that my heart skipped when he's there. The heart attacks. The feeling like you're going to get caught doing something wrong when you're not doing anything at all. Even if it sickly felt, right. The want to be the reason for those smiles and laughs. Or those anger.

Mostly the anger.

How I go red, even if I try so hard to force the heat to back down. How his touch burns, like I'm on fire.

How I just wanted to run into his arms.

Shit.

Shit.

How I found it so hard to hate him.

"Alan."

I blinked, coming face to face with the reason for my restless nights at my bedroom door.

"Are you going to let me in? You're the one who texted."

I gulped, moving aside, opening the door wider. "Who let you in?"

"Katie," was all he said, entering the room to drop the things onto my bed. I saw him staring at me and I knew I had to say something.

"Can we just... u-um..." Don't make things awkward she says. "F-focus on the project?"

It took a second for him to answer, but he agreed and we sat around the room, finishing the final bits. It was fun, singing with him, I meant. I tried my best to stay away from music itself whenever I could, but, with Max, it was hard. The guy literally was music himself.

Oh god. Really Alan?

Someone hit me now.

We practiced for the rest of the day, Katie popping in a few times and Mason as well, since he seriously seemed to think that it was actually his house.

Surprisingly, pretending as if nothing happened wasn't that bad with Max. We even shared a few laughs when we realised that we shared the same thoughts about his best friend and whenever I forgot a line or missed a tune.

I watched everything.

I watched how he laid back, as if he's seen enough in the world when he's only a teenager. But, it felt nice. I noticed how he barely concentrates when he's playing the guitar. He just feels it, and I could watch him play all day.

He sat on my bed, a pillow against his back for support and legs crossed straight, the guitar by his thigh. I laid on my stomach facing him, my feet dangling a little. But it was perfect. I could watch when he was busy eyeing something unimportant in my room.