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Heartbreak Girl

*Based on the song "Heartbreak Girl" by 5sos* :)

His P.O.V

"Shhhh, please don't do this, he's not worth it" i comfort her, as she cries into my shoulder, her soft, long hair tickling against my skin. I hate seeing her like this, being this way over a guy. She can't help it, it's like she is a magnet for all douche bags who just want to use her and then throw her back into the gutter, leaving me to clean her up and hlep her pick up the pieces of her shattered heart. "What is it about me that makes all guys treat me like shit? What is so wrong with me?" she sobs. I don't know how many times i can tell her that she isn't the problem. I guess as many times as she needs to hear it to believe it. I sometimes don't understand how she cannot see how truly magnificent she is. Her laugh lights up the room and her eyes get that little sparkle in them when she gets excited, and when she is deep in though, she'll start playing with the tips of her beautifully thick hair, her brows furrowed in concentration. She is light as air, radiant and warm like the sun and often as stubborn as a bull, but she is flawless. How anyone could let this girl go once they have her is beyond me."I don't want to hurt anymore, Luke" she murmurs against my chest. She looks up at me, her eyes even clearer than usual due to the tears. "I know" I reply quietly, taking my thumb and removing some of her smudged make up. "Sorry I got your shirt all messy" she apologises, staring at the black mascara stains on my shirt. "Don't worry about it" I tell her reassuringly. Her eyes lock with mine, all the hurt and betrayal still present in them. "Thanks, Luke. Thanks for always being there. You are the only person who I can rely on, the only person who i know will never leave me. You are honestly the best friend i'll ever have " she whispers through the darkness, her voice still thick and scratchy, full of raw emotion. I feel my pulse pick up and my palms getting sweaty at her words. She has that effect on me all the time. I wish I could tell her. I wish i could just announce to her right here, right now how much I care for her, how i'd treat her like the princess she is and how i'd cherish every moment together with her, but i can't. She has just said it, I am her best friend. I am the guy she runs to when she has boy troubles or has had a fight with her parents. I am nothing more than that to her, and i probably never will be, as much as it kills me to admit it. "It's late, I should go" she says, getting up. "(Y/n)?" I call after her. "Yeah?" she responds, looking back at me. "You deserve better" I tell her. "I know" she replies with a small smile. I watch her walk out the door, taking my heart with her. I know tomorrow she'll be back. She'll put on a facade that she is ok and she'll joke around with the other boys and maybe she'll even smile for a while, but i know she will be still hurting inside. I wish I could be the one to fix her, to show her that love isn't always painful and ends in flames. That's all it is though, wishful thinking; a hope that maybe one day, she'll realise that all she's ever been looking for is right here in front of her.