Loved You First (Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Loved You First

Klutz. Reckless. Careless.

That is me. That’s what, I, Emily Robertson am called. I am a klutz because I fell in love with the wrong guy. I was reckless because I didn’t bother to find out if he was true to me. And because of being so careless, I got myself in so much pain.

But that is what love is all about right? As what they said, ’no pain, no gain’. Yeah, but then I gained love first and gained pain. I find the saying really not real at times.

 

“Come with me, stay the night… You say the words but boy it don't feel right

What do you expect me to say?”

I am listening to the song “Too Little Too Late” by JoJo while I was eating my breakfast. I don’t have really the appetite to eat but my stomach has been empty for almost three days.

 

“You take my hand, and you say you've changed… But boy you know you're beggin' don't fool me…

Because to you it's just a game..”

 

Two nights ago was such not a good evening. My boyfriend for nearly two years broke up with me. Stating the reason that he does not love me anymore. If he does not, then why we we’re still so happy last week from our trip? Was he pretending all this time that he loves me?

 

*FLASHBACK*

Almost a Year Ago:

“Happy Anniversary babe,” Trent greeted me with a kiss on my cheek. He then gave me a box.

“What is this?” I asked. He smiled at me and he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Take a look at it,” he said. I opened it slowly as he watched me tore the paper that covered the box. As soon as I completely opened it,  saw a necklace with a pendant of ‘Trent’ written. I looked to him.

“Trent…” I said. He smiled to me.

“It looks good to you,” He said as he took the necklace from me and went behind me. He then placed the necklace on my neck then gave me a hug. He then whispered, “I love you,”

“I love you too babe,” I replied back. Then I turned to him and kissed him.

*End of the Flashback*

These thoughts got me crying once again. I took the glass of water and accidentally broke it with my bare hands, letting blood drip out of the big cut I got. I did not feel how painful the cut was. What I felt was actually the pain of being broken by someone you loved the most.

I looked at my hands as more blood came out, gushing. It seems like; I don’t know what to do. I just watched it go out all. Like, I wanted to die.

Seeing more and more blood coming out got me a little bit weak.  So I stood up and made my way to the medicine cabinet in the kitchen. I took out lots of tissue paper and bandages and a bottle of alcohol. Technically, I don’t know what I am about to do. I am a nurse but I am acting that I am not.

I washed the wound with water and wiped it with the tissue paper. I poured alcohol though it hurts a bit, it does not surpass the pain I am feeling right now inside.  I made sure no more blood was gushing out and I took a bag of cotton and placed a huge ball onto the long cut I got. I placed two. I then wrapped it with white bandage.

I went back to the table and cleaned it, but now being careful because of the fragments of the crystal I just broke. After cleaning up, I went to my room and changed my clothes. I rather go out and eat somewhere and unwind.