𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 & 𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 | 𝐕.𝐇

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maddy's pov

Valentine's Day.

The day that I've only ever seen as pure hell.

I've always hated Valentine's Day.

From my mum using it as a day to devour chocolates and watch sappy romcoms while crying in her room alone, to a day that Aaron used to guilt trip me into doing whatever he wanted with him.

I hated Valentine's Day.

But Vinnie's here now. Maybe this could be the beginning of the end to the tragic holiday.

But it was also Galentine's Day. Aka a day that Jules and I would spend together showering each other with chocolates, flowers and anything else that we came up with. But instead, she's ignoring me. She hasn't spoken to me since yesterday when shit went down with my stupid story that was supposed to be funny. Clearly it sounded better in my head.

All that aside, I push the last earring through my ear and secure it before stepping back and looking at myself in the mirror.

I think I look decent; pretty okay for someone who balled their eyes out all night after their boyfriend left thinking his girlfriend was sane.

But I also can't help but feel disgusting. I've been feeling like this since yesterday and now that I'm actually looking at myself, I realise how shitty I actually feel.

A tear rolls down my face but I'm quick to wipe it away using the tip of my finger so I wouldn't smudge any makeup that I spent hours on, making sure my slightly puffy face wasn't noticeable.

My chest tightens as I attempt to hold back the sobs that want to leave my throat, muffling them with the back of my hand but I fail to do so as one escapes causing more tears to fall. I lean my head back and fan my eyes but it wasn't enough to stop the waterworks.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I walk around my room with my head back, fanning my eyes while still letting out small sobs, "fucking hell," I groan.

I take a deep breath and somehow manage to control it.

"Stop crying," I mumble to myself between breaths.

I go to the bathroom and wash my face and start my makeup...again.

Vinnie's pov

"Little Valentine's date with Maddy, huh?" Jack nudged me as he walked into the kitchen.

"Yeah, kinda," I shrug.

"What? Not excited about it?" He raised an eyebrow at me as he opened the fridge.

"No, it's just that I've never 'celebrated' Valentine's Day," I say with air quotes around celebrated.

"Then why are you doing it?" He chuckles, "I mean, planning a date on Valentine's Day with someone you're not exactly dating is probably not the best idea, right?" He says, closing the fridge and placing a carton of milk on the table.

"I asked her out last night,".

"Wait, you asked her out asked her out, like, she's your girlfriend now, or you asked her out on a date?"

"She's my girlfriend," a small smile tugged at my lips as I said this and I couldn't help but get an overwhelming sense of happiness just from that.

"Shit, really?" He asks with wide eyes as he grabs a bowl from the cupboard, "congrats, man," he pats me on the back as he comes back to the table.

"Does anyone know or are you guys keeping this a secret?" He asks.

"Well, you know, and I'm pretty sure her best friend would know by now—"