Calum pulled me off of the ground, "Yeah, you know what, Dylan? I won't fucking surgar coat it.." he said angry, "You did fuck up, bad. The only thing you can do to fix your mistake is talk to him."
I gave him a small smile and hugged him.
"Yeah you're right." I sighed.
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I walked into the house and Michael sat on the couch with red eyes, obviously from crying.
he rolled his eyes and stood up.
I quickly grabbed his arm, "Babe, c-can we please talk.." I stuttered.
"1. don't call me babe, and 2 there isn't anything ot talk about, alright? I finally get you back and you fuck me over, AGAIN."
'Michael.. please.."
he sighed and sat back down, "go ahead, tell me what happened. honestly." he said, "I just want the truth, the fucking truth."
I sat down next to him, "okay so.." I started, "I was standing by myself drinking and Harry walked up to me and said: "You look good in lace, you'd probably look better with nothing on, though" or something like that. and in the heat of the moment I kissed him. It was all me, it was my fault. I'll be honest like you asked me too, he was the drunk one, not me. I'm sorry."
he stood up, "Ooh yeah I'm sure you're so sorry!!" he shouted, "I hate you Dylan."
"you don't hate me, you fucking need me!" I yelled.
"need you? I don't even want you." he spat, "we're over."
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short af lmao, sorry!
