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I was spending the evening with my best friend, Louis, to get over my break up with my ex boyfriend.
We sat in the living room on the couch watching a movie with all the lights turned off. We ate out of a tub of vanilla ice cream with two spoons as we talked about all of my ex's flaws & how I was better than him.
It cheered me up a bit until I realized that he was there to hold me when I cried or when something bad happened when I was with him.
Louis rolled his eyes as I said this to him.
"Chandler, you have to realize he's a cheating bastard & a giant douche. He doesn't deserve a sweet girl like you."
I gave Louis a weak smile before adding some ice cream to my spoon & letting it melt in my mouth before swallowing.
"Yeah but there's something about him Lou. I don't know what it is. I just, I think breaking up with him was a mistake."
Louis cocked his head & raised an eyebrow, "What are you getting to?"
I cleared my throat before answering, "I think him & I should make up & get over this. I mean we always make up after all our fights. Maybe this was a mistake. I think I'm going to go."
I stood up & could see Louis' eyes darkening as I headed towards the front door. Before I could reach for the doorknob I felt a hand wrap around my wrist & pull me back.
I ran into Louis' muscular body, meeting him eye to eye as he quietly said, "Don't go back to that dick."
"But Lou I-"
Louis pressed his finger to my lips to quiet me as he said, "Chandler, he doesn't deserve you. He's hit you & I hate to think of someone doing that to you."
"Since when do you care about his & mine relationship? It shouldn't mean a thing to you. It's not like you have feelings for me. Just fuck off."
The words fell out of my mouth sooner than I expected. I didn't mean to cuss at him or mean to harm him.
I was just ferreted that he was trying to stop me from going back to the man I loved or who I thought I loved. But in reality I loved Louis. My best fucking friend Louis.
He'd never like me back so there's no need to not go back to my ex. It's not like Louis & I would hook up. We were just friends. And sometimes that hurt me more than it should.
"I won't let you go back to him," Louis whispered as he took a step closer to me, releasing the grip he had on my wrists.
"Chandler, I held this in since the first day we met & I think it's time I tell you that I-I Love you. Then to see you with that asshole hurts me on the inside because I know he's not treating you right. And you never listen to me when I tell you not to go back to him but you always fucking do. I fucking shed a tear every time I think of how he hit you. Do you know how many fucking times I've cried for you? No, you don't because you can never see how I really feel before you go begging back to that fucking bastard. I can treat you ten times better than he does. You're just hurting yourself even more when you go back to him. You're the sweetest, most kindest girl I've ever met & you should be with someone who'll treat you right, treat you like the angel you are. Chandler, I can't say I'm as perfect as you. I'm not. I drink too much, over react over the slightest things, & have made way too many mistakes in my life than I should have. But I know I'm better than that prick. I'm better than every single one of those douchebags you called a 'boyfriend'."
I watched as a tear left his eye & streamed down his face when he connected his hands with mine.
His eyes cooled back to the original blue it was just minutes ago & were full of sincere. I could feel my heart racing from what he'd just said.
