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You're Not Sorry - Taylor Swift

ASHTON: 

Looking so innocent,

I might believe you if I didn't know

"Ashton!" You yelled as you walked into the door of your flat, taking you heels of at the door. You walked into the living room, where you expected to see him but found nothing but a t.v. playing his favorite movie. You walked towards the t.v. and turned it off. You walk up the stairs in search for boyfriend of 6 months

You walked through your bedroom door seeing your boyfriend sleeping on the bed, looking like an angel. He looked so peacful, sleeping there like an innocent child.

You chuckled to yourself, any other day, you would actually believe it. You would actually believe he was as innocent as a child, he would never heart a fly. Well, he didn't hurt a fly, but he did hurt you.

He hurt you, not physically, but it would be alot less hurtful if he had. He hurt the one thing you guarded like a prison would guard a criminal. He hurt the prisoner inside the cell, the one that was to scared of the outside world to leave. He broke the prison walls and manage to convince the prisoner to run away with him.

He promised he would protect you from everything you were afraid of. He promised he would catch you when you fell, but really, all he did was make the landing softer.

Somewhere, in-between all your thoughts, you started crying. You shook your head to clear it form all your thoughts and started packing your bags. You tried to be as quite as possible, trying to make sure you didn't wake up Ashton, but you didn't succeed.

He sat up, still sleepy, rubbing his eyes. Yawning he called to you, eyes still not open, "Babe, you're home." He stood up, walking towards you, not noticing what you were doing. He huged your waist and cuddled his face into your neck.

"What are you doing, babe?" He asked, finally seeing you packing you bag on top of the dresser.

"Get off me, and don't you dare ever call me that again." You pushed him off of you. You grabbed your bag and pulled out a pair of shoes from your closet.

"Hey, what's wrong? What did I do wrong? Did we have a date tonight that I missed?" He grabbed you arm to keep you from walking away.

"I swear, I'll make it up to you. Whatever I did wrong, I'll make it up to you."

"GET. OFF. ME." You said yanking your arm from his grip." YOU CAN'T MAKE IT UP TO ME, YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING TO MAKE ANY OF THIS ANY BETTER!" Your heavy breathing is all that could be heard.

You started to walk away again.

"(Y/N)! Wait, babe, what happened? Baby, please tell me what I did wrong!?" Ashton ran after you, pulling on your elbow to get you to stop.

You stopped dead in your tracks.

"A joke, Ashton, that's all I was to you and your friends." You didn't turn towards him, you didn't want him to see how much it actually hurt you.

"Babe what are you talking about?" You could tell by his voice he knew exactly what you were talking about.

"Don't play dumb with me, Irwin! You know perfectly well what I'm taking about!" You said, turning around so he could see what he caused.