Cosmic Love

Shake It Out

Ignore it.

Just forget it ever happened. That he ever happened. It's no different, right? Only a stupid kiss. He didn't react, I just laughed it off. Simple.

Easier said than done.

Ever since I had arrived, he had changed me. The quiet, reserved Agentine that haunted my dreams; which I had developed feelings for.

It was hard admitting my love, but once I had confirmed to myself that these feelings weren't going to go away, it felt as if a massive weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

But being my stupid self, I had to f**k up the relationship which we had both worked so hard building up. Not just for me, but for Lio too.

Lionel Messi.

F**king Lionel Messi.

The man that haunted my dreams, plagued my thoughts each day, and forever more.

I had moved from the sofa which we were sitting on to the window. I took a sudden interest in the stars.

How strange, one moment, you could feel so powerful and untouchable, burning bright in the constellations, the next being reduced to nothing more than stardust. Feeling insignificant and unwanted.

That's how I felt right now.

Heavy breathing echoed the room, along with racing hearts. I hugged myself for comfort.

Shake it out, shake it out...
I thought to myself over, and over again.

I could feel his glare, burning into the back of my head. Frozen to the spot, I didn't dare move.

I knew he wanted answers.

As if he could sense I didn't want to talk, I hear him stand up. Merging with some mumbling, all I heard was the door closing behind him.

Lio was gone.

Collapsing to my knees, I sunk to the ground. I hated myself.
It was all my f**ing fault.

I had ruined everything we had, over my stupid actions. It had been a perfectly innocent evening so far, just I took it one step too far. I had threatened to ruin our chemistry on the pitch, our friendship. Frustrated was an understatement.

"SHIT!" I shouted, out of frustration and pain. Bit just the emotional pain of rejection, but the physical impact of my fist meeting the floor.

Tears began to roll down my cheeks, leaving my eyes red and puffy - stinging slightly from salty tears.

He isnt worth it.
So shake him off...

But, oh, he's so worth all the pain.

Dragging myself out of the current state I was in, I made way to my room, falling onto the bed.

I allowed the duvet to engulf me, covering my body in silk and cotton. All I wanted was to forget everything, and my stupid mistakes.

And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope...
I whispered to myself. Truly I was.

My mind was fuzzy with confusion, regret and rejection; eyes heavy from sleepiness. I knew he hated me, everything we had every built on has just been smashed by my f**king ignorance.

It's always darkest before the dawn...

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So I started to write this yesterday, but apparently it didn't save and I'm so annoyed because it said it did ugggghh!!

Anyway, hope you like this so far. A little Neymessi fic c:

Inspired by Florence + the Machine's Shake It Out.