It was prom night of grade 11 and you were off to go with your boyfriend. Half way through the night you went to the bathroom, only to come in and see him making out with your best friend.
Your heart broke into millions of pieces as you walked over, slapped him. And ran out breaking your heal. You made your way to the bathroom and locked yourself in the first stall and began to sob.
After being in the stall for minutes you hear a knock on the door and hoarsely force out, "occupied".
"(Y/n)? Please, let me in." You hear Liam, your brothers best friend, Liam, say.
You tell him to go away but he's persistent and opens the door using his nail. He comes in and holds you close to his chest letting you cry until it slowly becomes a whimper. You begin to rant, "I just want someone who will treat me better. Is that too much to ask liam?"
"(Y/n), sometimes that's not as hard to find as you think," he sighed.
"I think it is as my boyfriend is out there making out with my best friend!" You ramble.
He whispers in your ear," I would treat you so much better," you look to him wide eyed as he blushes.
He continues, "for the past year all I have thought is how much better you would be with me. Everytime he held you, I thought how I would never let you go. Everytime he lied down with you I would think how I could never leave your side. I couldn't say anything, I didn't want to hurt you. But now it's time. I can love you more than him, and I do. Please stay with me?"
Hand in hand, the two of you started dancing at the prom, happier than you had been in quite a long time.
