[COMPLETED] 18+⚠️: Contains mature and sexual content // enemies to lovers
"I hate you." I repeated as I continued to walk toward her, causing her to touch the closed refrigerator with her back as she backed away. "I hate you so much that sometimes...
"Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name, oh yeah Ah, what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah"
- Sympathy For The Devil by The Rolling Stones (Play the song at the *)
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Four weeks before the robbery took place
After Ashley just left the club without turning around for another time, I drove home alone. I couldn't even explain the whole situation to Niall because I was at a loss for words. So I just left without a word.
I mean I understand Ash, I really do, but I still can't deny that it hurts. It hurts like hell. She took my heart right away when she left the private room and also any chance of a life together.
When I re-entered my house it felt even more empty, knowing that I had her and now she's gone forever just didn't register in my head.
It just felt surreal, as if everything was just a big joke of the universe and in the next second everything is as usual. Unfortunately, that was not the case.
I was already undressing on the way to my room to just fall dead into bed. My muscles ached and my head throbbed from the music and the rest of the alcohol in my system and I already knew I was in for a sleepless night.
On top of that one sleepless night, another one followed. My nightmares returned, for the first time in what felt like an eternity. They tormented me when I tried to close my eyes and the empty bed beside me just felt wrong. Nothing has ever felt so wrong.
She should be with me. And yet she isn't.
It was the second night without Ash and 6am when I heard a ring at my front door. I reluctantly got out of bed to put an end to the disturbing noise, I don't know who had the nerve to ring my doorbell so early but that someone is going to get a punch in the fucking face.
I wasn't really asleep anyway, where I could have been disturbed, but the pent up frustration, fatigue and anger made me feel unbalanced and ready to start a fight with anyone at any second.
I ran down the stairs as the ringing became more frantic, and shortly after I yanked open the front door and was about to raise my voice and yell at whoever was causing such a drama when my words got stuck in my throat.
Two crystal blue eyes looked at me sadly. Her long brown hair was tousled and it looked like she had been tossing and turning in bed for hours. On top of that she was only wearing her pajamas, she didn't even have a jacket with her.
