no strings attached || j.m.

15.

In my head I knew that he knew that he had some serious explaining to do, what I was waiting for was the point in which James just runs out the door, because that's all he ever has done and all he ever will do. If he doesn't like the situation that he's in, which 99.9% of the time he's put himself in anyway, he will delay the point in which he has to admit his mistakes for as long as possible. It's just James. It's been nearly 15 minutes since I told him to just tell me and he's still stood infront of the island in the kitchen and my pancakes are going cold. I'm done with the waiting.

"James if you aren't going to explain yourself to me then you can just leave and not contact me until you grow a set of fucking balls and just tell me what the hell you were doing, I'm not going to stand around and wait forever to see what type of pathetic excuse you can master up from somewhere, you're not walking all over me anymore" I'm really fucking angry, he's infruriating. 

He's thinking so hard and it's like I can physically see the mechanisms within his head begin to put together some kind of fictional reason for what happened. 

"First of all, it's not what it looked like" He starts and all I can think is 'here we go again'.

"James cut the shit, it's exactly what it looked like" I'm losing patience as the minutes go by.

"Lish it wasn't, just let me explain please!" James is starting to lose it as well, I can physically see him becoming angrier by the second.

"James you were stood with Alex, my fucking ex, but apparently he's now your best friend! You know how much he fucking hurt me and you were stood their laughing and joking with him, before I know it, you'll be doing what lads do, talking about boobs whilst watching the football and drinking a beer!!" I've lost it. I can't bear to stand there for another moment without punching him, so that's exactly what I do. I leant over the counter with all the force I had within me and hit him in the stomach, I was crying my eyes out and the hit definitely didn't even make an impact on him.

"Lish please stop it, stop crying please" James tries to comfort me but it just makes me angrier. I lash out towards him again and again, with all the strength that I have within me,whilst crying my heart out. It's not impacting James whatsoever, I couldn't hurt a fly even if I tried. Even if I wasn't hungover and extremely annoyed. 

Before I know it, I'm pushed against the kitchen wall, with my hands wrapped in James' mucky blonde hair and his hands roaming around my body. I guess we'll make up just the same as an actual couple would just after a massive fight...

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