L.O.V.E. (A Liam Payne, Niall Horan Love Trinangle)

I love you, Five.

"Hannah, we're over." Jordan said looking away from my eyes. "W-what do you mean over?" I felt the tears brimming up in my eyes. "I don't think we're the same anymore. I'm sorry Hannah Banana. Can we be friends?" He asked. Jordan reached out to touch my arm but I jerked it away before he could. "How could you?! I trusted you with my heart, and you throw it away! Does 3 years not mean ANYTHING to you Jordan!? I gave EVERYTHING to you.. what is it? Am I not good enough for yo-". He started to cut me off "No! You're too good enough for me. That's why we should see other peop-" I interrupted him this time. "Get out." I said blankly, and then I started to cry. I have never felt anything like this in my life. It felt like my heart fell out of my butt, and all the muscles in my body collapsed. I had a pain in my chest that was more painful then getting hit with a moving train. "I'm sorry... Goodbye Hannah" Jordan replied. For a moment, I wanted to hug him and kiss him, and beg him not to leave; but I knew that nothing I said could change what just happened.

I walked over to my window, and watched him drive away, as his car faded into the dark night. Then I layed down on my bed, and cried myself to sleep.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE-

I reached over to my bedside table, and switched my alarm clock off. I looked up at the ceiling, and wiped the tears that came from my eyes. 'Why are you still thinking about him?' My inner voice said. 'Because I love him' I argued with myself.

I sighed, then whipped the covers off my body, making my body shiver from the cold winter morning. I walked into the bathroom, and took a look at my reflection in the mirror. I made a face at myself, and started to wipe off the eyeliner that was smeared underneath my eyes. I tried not to think about him; About what he did. It was hard to let go of him, even after 2 years. He was with Kara now. I'm happy for him. I just wish it was me.

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"Hannah!" My best friend, Lydia, yelled happily as I pulled up to the school. I picked up my backpack and walked over to her. "Hey dia, whats up?" I replied  "I have some good news for you!" she said in a cheery voice. "Really? What! Did Jordan and Kara break up?!" I replied hopefully. "No.." I frowned but then let her continue "but...I did just win tickets to see the best boy band in the WORLD!" She squealed "The Beatles broke up, and two of them are dead." When I said this she gave me an 'im gonna hit you' kind of look. "Noooo! the one and only ONE DIRECTION!!" She started to scream. Everyone in the court yard started to stare at my screaming friend. "Who?" I asked. Her excitement suddenly stopped, and her mouth opened so much I thought that it would touch the floor. "Who's One Direction? WHO'S ONE DIRECTION?! Have you been living under a rock?! They are only the most famous british/irish boyband in the WORLD!" She yelled at me. "Geez, sorry. But, why is this good news for me? I don't even know who they are." I looked around at my surroundings. Barley anyone was outside, considering class started in two minutes. "because! You're going with me!" "Umm, no im not. I don't wanna sit at a concert and listen to a band that I haven't even heard of." I said as I started walking towards the doors of the school. "Pllllllleeeeeeeaaaasssseee Hannah Banana!" I stopped and looked at her "Fine. But I know im not going to enjoy it." I replied. "Now come on, we've gotta get to English." I hooked her arm with mine, and we walked through the doors.

"Ms. Gardner, Ms. Mullins, why are you late?" My English teacher asked. "She had a girl problem Mrs. Hampton. Sorry, it won't happen again." Lydia answered. My cheeks got bright red, as the whole class burst out into laughter. "Lydia!" I yelled/whispered at her. "Sorry H, but we needed an excuse." She then crossed the room, and sat down at her assigned seat. My seat, unfortunately, was next to Kara. It's not that I don't like Kara, it's just, that whenever I talk to her, she brings up her relationship with Jordan. Being the nice person I am, I listen. I try not to let the tears slip out of my eyes; but when they do, I look away, and ask for the bathroom pass.