Loved and Wanted

"Hello sweet heart."

Nicole's POV

"W-What are you doing here?" a shaky breath left my lips.

"I never wanted to hurt you Nicole, you have to believe me." he confessed. I'm tired of this, I'm so tired of hearing 'I'm sorry!' or 'I didn't mean to!' because guess what? it's never true.

"What are you saying?" I shook my head, "Did you actually think you could show up out of nowhere and I'd forgive you?" my hands shot up dramatically, motioning towards him. "You're pathetic." Don't cry.

"I loved you," don't cry.

"I loved you to-"

"No! no you didn't!" I shouted, instantly, he slapped a hand over my mouth, shushing me from my rant. I wiggled in his arms, "Shh, people are staring!" typical Eathan, always worried about what others would think.

"Come on," he dragged me outside, into a dirty ally next to the store.

My back hit the wall, making me groan. I immediately pushed his hand off, slamming my fists on his chest. "You're so fucking pathetic! I hate you!" tears brimmed in my eyes, I can't do this, I just can't. I'm tired, I'm so tired of everyone.

He gripped my wrists, stopping my pounding fists. "I'm sorry," he whispered, leaning down to my level. "I'm so, so sorry. Please just.. listen to me." he breathed, something in his eyes catching my attention.

Tears? he's. . . crying?

I stared up at him, apparently shocked. "I-I uh," I was lost for words, my mouth agape and eyes wide. Don't let him trick you, my conscious reminded me. I huffed, "Go ahead, talk."

"What?" his smile grew wide.

"I said talk, you have two minutes." my glare made him chuckle, letting out a shaky breath.

"I love you Nicole, I've never stopped loving you. You may not believe me-"

"I don't," interjected. He sighed, continuing. "But I do, and ever since that. . . day, my nightmares haven't ended. I loved you so much, and yeah, at first, it was all fun and games. But after a while of getting to know you, I fell hard. And still am. The guys found out I was getting feelings for you and forced me to tell you. . . and end things.

"I never wanted to, god no. I loved you, but. . . I was young, and stupid, all I cared about was popularity. But that was then, and this is now." his words ended with him smashing his lips against mine. I gasped into the kiss, my eyes wide and hands shaking. He placed both hands on the cement wall behind me, trapping me in between him. He moved his lips against mine, attempting to get a reaction.

I was frozen, shocked as well. He had just told me the words I've craved to hear for years, until Harry that is. I'm scared, I'm scared to believe him and fall into that trap again, I had just lost Harry, and I don't know if I can handle this. He hurt me, he hurt me inside and out. He tore me up and left me crying in a school hallway. He ruined me.

Then, he pops up out of nowhere and tells me this- this story I'm not even sure I can believe. Of course I loved him, he was my first..

I moved my lips against his, he moaned through my lips, pushing harder against me. My heart pounded in my chest, am I really doing this?  is this wrong?

"I love you, I love you so much." he breathed out, kissing me hard again. My hands snaked up to his hair, it's just not the same. He's not Harry. This doesn't feel right. Just as I was about to pull away, someone else caused me to freeze.

"Nicole!?" a voice called. Eathan didn't cease his soft movements of his lips. "Nicole-" I glanced over, my knees almost giving out. Eathan noticed, holding me up. "What's wrong- oh," Eathan stared at Harry, almost as if he were, happy?