Hate That I Love You

Chapter Twenty Five.

Justin's POV

Did she really go to be with Jason?

Or was she going over to be with Tate?

Fuck sakes why why WHY WON'T MY BRAIN JUST SHUT UP.

Tossing and turning, I look at my phone and it reads 6am. I haven't slept at all. All that was on my mind was Pia.

Giving up completely on sleep I open the balcony doors that overlook the back garden letting in the cool fresh air of the morning wash past me as I feel the goosebumps rush over my body. Watching the sun rise I inhale and exhale my cigarette, and all I could think about was how great it would be right now if Pia was beside me. Except she's not here, she's there.

When I really think about it, on the surface I'm angry and upset that Pia chose to be with Tate over me tonight. Yet deep down I believe her. I believe her when she said she doesn't have feelings for Tate anymore. However it doesn't stop my mind from going crazy with thoughts over both of them.

Pia's POV

Opening my eyes as the sunlight shines through the windows, I mentally curse myself for not closing the curtains this morning. I guess it wasn't one of my top priorities because by the time I got in to bed it was around 4am, and the only thing on my mind was sleep.

Rolling over to my other side I see Tate still fast asleep. Any other girl would freak out over the fact they wake up next to another man that isn't their boyfriend. I frown at myself but shake the thoughts away. You don't need to freak out Pia, he's your best friend and nothing more. This is no different than a slumber party with a girlfriend.

Except you don't have any of them.

Dear voice in my head, wanna shut the fuck up?

Being shaken out of my thoughts as I feel a pressure hit my face. Squealing I look at Tate to see him laughing and I realise he's just hit me with a pillow "Well good morning to you too" I smirk, throwing the same pillow at him.

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Lying in bed beside Tate, we're watching some crap on TV whilst both drinking tea's. After a while we decide to put the show on silent and narrate it ourselves.

When an old man starts to walk over to another one, I put my best old man voice on and say "Yo nigga wassup, you got some gear for me?" I hold back a laugh as Tate continues, speaking for the other guy "Ayy man, yeah you know I got the best shit in town!"

We continue until the show finishes, and by this time my face aches from smiling and laughing so much.

As Tate turns the TV off, I sit up in bed a little more comfortably and check my phone. Three messages from Justin still unread, shit.

Opening the first one, then the second, then the last.

*I*

*Miss*

*You*

I smile at them and reply "I miss you too" Locking my phone again I put it on the side as Tate breaks the silence "So how did you and Justin meet?" he asks. Remembering the first day we met at college, I can't help but grin. But it soon falls when I remember that wasn't actually the first time I met him after all, except I didn't know at the time. Hearing a slight shuffle behind the door, I soon suspect its Justin listening in on our conversation.

"We met at college, well that's what I thought. Until I found out that he actually helped that Joe guy try to kill me"

As soon as I finish the sentence, Justin bursts through door "What the fuck!" He shouts, and seeing his face I let out a loud laugh for a few seconds, and feel my eyes start to water from the force of the laughter. Calming myself a few seconds I look at Justin still standing in the doorway "I'm fucking with you!" I tell him, trying my hardest not to laugh again.