Love Hard

BONUS CHAPTER- PART 1.

I hope when that day happens you'll feel horrible for not fighting hard enough like I did....fight for me, because I promise I'm worth the fight.- Anonymous

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Songs for this chapter- Wildest Dreams- Taylor Swift.

Stole My Heart- One Direction

(Song suggestions are welcome)

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*IMPORTANT*-This is a bonus chapter and is in Third Person P.O.V.

Also it this is not a filler chapter and is necessary to read.

WARNING- *Contains swearing.* (I'd say mild.)

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Jason appeared grim as his fingers traced angry words on his keyboard. Had he not made it clear to Amelia that it was only a one night stand? But she wouldn't stop texting him. Those sweet messages with mushy emoticons made his temper soar. He despised clinginess. He avoided it and perhaps that was the reason why he had never been in a relationship, ever.

He always made sure that his misadventures of one night didn't mingle with the dawn of the next day and yet this annoying girl had somehow managed to procure his number, to ruin another night of his.

Once in a while he did look up, only to find Marco busy with another one of his conquests.

That guy fucks anything with a pulse.

Marco could say the same about him, however in Jason's opinion, he had a standard in which he took pride.

'You don't do it good.' He hit the send button and smirked to himself. Amelia had been desperate, she should've known Jason was like that gust of wind in a scorched desert which makes you feel alive for a brief moment and then goes just as fast as it came leaving you with nothing but a raw taste of craving on your tongue.

He was tired; after all he had helped Mason arrange this party even though his lack of interest was inevitably visible on his face.

He owed it to Mason. He felt as though he owed his life to him, otherwise no force in the cosmos could've propelled him to put up with a lame jerk such as Marco.

But Marco was Mason's friend, a family friend at that, and that made Jason a slave to him because the chains in his mind were still digging deep into his flesh.

"Bruh, that was some great love," Marco slumped on the couch next to Jason.

"It wasn't love."

Jason didn't know what love was, or whether it even existed. But even for a mythical feeling, he didn't believe that it could be so petty and so shallow. He just couldn't.

For Marco though, there was no significant difference between love and lust, or any difference for that matter.

"Oh but it was," Marco sniggered, "sexy and rough, just the way I like it." He wiped the drool from his face using the back of his hand and Jason felt disgusted.

But he was obliged to be nice to him, a slave to his own mind and in that moment. He experienced an epiphany, he was trapped.

Marco was unabashed, surveying the crowd for another ray of sunshine which he could dull and taint, when his eyes landed on her.

Standing at the bar counter, laughing and talking with the bartender and one very hot girl with honey blonde hair.

He nudged Jason with his elbow in the pit of his stomach.