A/N:
This was inspired from the fan fic After. I'm reading the Niall Horan Revised and I love it. Her last update was when she called her mom, so if you want to read this series DON'T READ THIS.
I haven't read the whole series but I got inspired by the things I have read.
Read on!
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I hate you,
A lot.
But I love you,
A lot.
And we used to not be able to say it was a love-hate relationship,
Because it was not a relationship.
You were, are, this arrogant jerk face who doesn't listen at all.
And you were number 1.
You don't care about anything.
You're a fucking douche.
But the way you quickly rub your neck when you're nervous or embarrassed,
I love that.
Or when the rare smile comes and that lip ring glistens almost as much as your blue eyes,
I love that.
But you always fucking mess up.
Everything.
And I'm always too weak to go without you.
That's how much I love you.
You say you love me,
But when you mess up, lie, break my heart, what am I supposed to believe?
I see you with her,
And I burn and die inside.
You know who I'm talking about.
If you love me,
Why am I secret then?
Are you lying when you say it?
Then I found out.
And when I looked into your blue eyes all I felt was anger, betrayl, and most of all anger at myself for not seeing the signs and clues that were so obvious.
It was all a bet.
A terrible, stupid, childish bet.
Our so called relationship was a hoax and this was some stupid game to you.
And you ruined everything for what?
To win a bet to see who could take my virginity first.
You ruined me,
You disgusting bastard.
I hate you,
For taking something that wasn't supposed to belong to you.
Even though I'm livid and sad,
I know deep inside,
I still love you,
And always will.
