It was 3am when I was awoken from the loud pounding of the front door. My parents were out for the weekend on a business trip and I was home all alone. I headed down the stairs, and opened up the door. To my relief, it was just my best friend, Brad.
“Brad? What are you doing here?” I asked curiously.
He was soaking wet, probably from the rain outside, and was holding a bottle of beer in one hand. He chugged it down before making his way into the house. I was so used to having him in here that it wasn’t really a big deal to me when he made himself at home. He wobbled to the foyer but suddenly stopped on his heel, turning towards me. He was clearly intoxicated.
“You ok there, Boo?”
“If only you know, Li…” He slurred. I furrowed my brows together. What is he talking about?
“Bradley, you are pissed drunk. Sleep on the couch tonight alright? You’re in no condition to go home.” I grabbed his arm, pulling him towards the living room.
“Stop, Juliet!” He roared, lugging my hands away.
“W-what’s wrong?” I stuttered. Why is he being so hostile towards me?
And then he dropped the Bomb.
“I fucking like you ok. I’ve always loved you and more than your fucking best friend. Why can’t you see that?” My body tensed at his words. This can’t be. Why had I been so oblivious?
“Why won’t you like me? Why Li, why?”
“I like you, Boo. That’s why you’re my best fri-”
“I don’t want to be your best friend!” He yelled, throwing the beer bottle to the wall causing it to smash all over the floor. I immediately backed away from him. He was being violent and it was scaring the shit out of me.
“Am I not good enough for you?!”
“Come on, you’re drunk. We’ll talked about this tomorrow, ok?” I stammered. He ignored me and yanked me up to my feet, shoving me against the wall.
I’ve never saw this side of him before. He’s always nice to me. ALWAYS. Brad and I were buddies. We technically grew up together and I thought I knew him well. We even had freaking childhood nicknames for each other! Clearly I was proven wrong. This guy in front of me wasn’t the Bradley Fisher I know. He was a totally different guy. The charming man I once knew vanished from sight. There wasn’t a trace of him in this person.
“You stupid bitch. You only think about yourself! Never about others! Never about me!” He scowled, his grip on me got tighter.
“You’re a fucking asshole to think of me that way! You’re like a brother to me. Of course I care about you, you stupid fuck.”
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