*His pov*
"What!?" The blonde shouts, her perfect face scrunched up in a ugly frown. My smirk doesn't disappear, the small crowd around us becoming bigger the more she shouts at me.
"I said 'it's over.'" I shrug. "Don't you know I don't do relationships? I fly solo." The girl's face is turning red, her manicured nails pressing into her palms.
"No! You don't do this to me! If anyone's going to end it, it's me!" Her voice is so high pitched! Her friends follows her pacing with worried eyes. I push my hands down my pockets, looking around myself waiting for her to storm off. This is everyday business.
"So what, you're just gonna fuck me for a couple of days and that's it!?" She is very over dramatic this one. I shrug.
"Pretty much." She makes a sound I think is an annoyed groan.
"Fuck you!" The corners of my mouth twitches.
"You've already done that, remember?"
With a final shout my way she pushes her way through the crowd. I chuckle and walk the other way.
*Your pov*
"What!?" You shrug.
"That's life."
"That's life? That's life!?" He pulls his hair. "Are you seriously telling me that it's life to be used and then just thrown to the side?" You shrug.
"Whatever, Mark. You knew my reputation and still you thought you could change me. This ain't a love novel. Those words of love? Fake, you know it." You flip your hair. "I am not for just one."
"Fuck you!" You tilt your head to the side with a fake sympathies smile.
"You know I don't do relationships. I'm a free bird." With that you leave him there, broken. He'll mend.
You walk through the corridors, when you hear steps approaching you from behind.
"Hi." Harry comes up by your side and takes your hand, making you smile. "How did it go?"
Harry was your best friend, mostly because you had the same habit of ...getting around. Nothing serious, you would never tie down, the thought making you shudder.
"Good, you?" He waves his free hand in the air, and you laugh. "Not too well?"
"You girls are too emotional." He turns to you as you walk out from the school area. "Anyway, your place or mine?" You swing your connected hands between your bodies, thinking.
"Mine. The Notebook?" You look at him. He nods with a smile.
"Sure."
----------------------------------
YOU ARE READING
One Direction imagines(mostly weird ones)
RandomSo I was going to try to actually make a book out of these. Update when I have time, but will try as often as possible.
