The Wattpad God that fell in love with me -- Wrath of the Wattpad God

Now you do it

The overbearing feeling of love was too much for him. He needed to indulge in love-making with multiple exotic and gorgeous women at the bar. There was no other way for him to get his mind off the very ordinary blonde thang sitting just on the other side of the devilish LCD screen.

He walked up to burly bouncers and with a flick of  his luscious curls they let his devastatingly handsome figure into the blaring night club, gaping at his sashaying figure. The music was making the whole building vibrate and the disco lights shone brightly while the public pulled off an Elvis dance routine in unison. He was going to rock this place.

Standing in a corner with champagne flutes in hand were the exotic women. He could spot a Latina, Chinese, Indian, African and a European woman, all wearing figure hugging dresses reaching just an inch below their fit bums. They were flawless and super model material.

It was only normal for them to be at bar -- they were always at a bar.

I’ll have to make this great sacrifice to save you, diemundsr4eva. I will only hurt you with my love.

So he trotted off towards the ravishing women, flipping his brown hair sexily and applying cherry lip balm on his plump pink lips. Displaying a perfect catwalk, he made all the ladies swoon and drilled the men’s hearts with envy. He had game.

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Tiffany still couldn’t get over the rejection that sexibuttock had subjected her to. She couldn’t comprehend why her one and only true love would do such a cruel thing.  His virtual pout kept playing in her head like a broken tape and the scarring memories from last night wouldn’t leave her alone.

She tried to kick a grey pebble – and missed – with her favorite Uggs. Out of pure frustration, she sipped her scorching hot Starbucks coffee. She burnt her cursed pink tongue.

As she tried in vain to sqeal the pain away, she realized that she was falling into clinical depression.

“My life is, like, so hard!” Tiffany exclaimed, “I’m going to jump off, like, a cliff. There’s no other way to, like, end the pain.”

Suddenly, she bumped into a wall and fell backwards. The wall had knocked the daylight right out of her and she was seeing stars.

“Are you okay?” A deep, husky and totally manly voice asked. His scent washed over her every sense; he smelled like apples that grew deep in the Amazon forest, hidden in a cave behind a secret waterfall. She just drooled, staring creepily at chiseled chest.

Oh my, like, this is so embarrassing. What if he, like, caught me checking him out?”

A throaty chuckle escaped his ruby red lips as he offered her his faultless hand, snapping Tiffany out of her reverie.

“Like something you see?” he smirked like an arrogant, conceited, and overly creepy dimwit. But that just made Tiffany’s heart beat faster. Her cheeks turned the colour of blossoming pink roses and Harry had never seen such a beautiful blush before. He was enraptured with the way her blush spread higher, blotching her ears and forehead in a truly magical fashion.

Suddenly (too suddenly), her ocean blue eyes – that could resemble the summer sky – locked with his emerald green orbs. His eyes reminded her of the deep jungles she saw on Animal Planet and the flecks of midnight indigo that dotted them were like the starless night sky; she couldn’t look away. She felt her heart beat pick up pace, beating to the rhytym of "Get to work B*tch" -- her jam. The sun started shining brighter, the birds started singing more merrily and somewhere, in a little white church, Gospel started playing.

She understood why sexibuttock had rejected her. He wasn’t her true love; this boy with a row sexy ladies surrounding him, however, was.

“I know what you are,” she said. Knowledge hit her silky smooth head like a ton of bricks– Da Star dat Lurves Me was coming true!

“I will only hurt you, my love,” he sadly whispered and with that, he ran in the opposite direction with the speed of lightning. A lone howl sounded from somewhere within the labyrinth of skyscrapers.

Once again, Tiffany’s heart was broken into smithereens. She gazed at all the dazzling women standing before her, and her fragile heart went from smithereens to dust.

He really did love me. He had changed just for me.

A single tear left her azure blue eyes, leaving a trail of washed away concealer and mascara.

“He wasn’t very good at curling hair, anyway,” the Latina said sympathetically. They all embraced in a group hug and became best friends forever.