Your Love Is My Drug (A Lilo fan fic)

My Confessions

Louis’s POV

God I can’t take it! I need to tell him how I got him to sleep with me. He did hit his head, but I did something else to make him forget.

I spiked his drink.

He doesn’t drink, but I bought some Rohypnol. It’s known for amnesia, and that’s exactly what I needed. I put it in his soda when he went to the bathroom. I feel so bad. Liam shouldn’t love me.

“You shouldn’t. Not after what I did.” I said to him, removing his arm from my waist.

“What are you talking about?” he asked me.

I grabbed his hand. “Let’s go outside.”

He followed me outside. We sat down on a bench. It was dark outside, but the street lights kept the bench lit. I kissed him. When we let go, he looked at me weird.

“What was that for?” he asked me.

“Just getting one final kiss that meant something.” I said.

“What?” Liam sounded confused.

“I spiked your soda in the club, and you fell because you got dizzy. “ I said.

“You did what?” he asked, I could tell that he was angry.

“I’m so sorry. I just wanted to know what it felt like to be next to you. And I felt so guilty, but being with you was just so amazing, but the guilt took over and now, I can’t handle keeping this from you. I’m so sorry.” I said.

“You were using me?” he sounded hurt.

“I may have stolen a kiss or two, but I meant everything. Right down to movements I made.” I said letting the tears fall. “I will never stop loving you.”

“I loved you too.” He said. Not looking at me.

“Loved?” It hurt when he said it.

“And to think you were what was getting in between me and Dani.” He scoffed.

“I got in between you guys?” I asked.

“I always wanted to be around you, and that bored her. I knew I should of listened to her.” He said, letting tears fall.

“I’m so sorry.” I choked out. I touched his hand.

“Don’t touch me!” he said, jerking his hand away from mine. “Don’t think about me, don’t look at me, and don’t talk to me. for now on, we’re only band mates.” He hissed.

“Liam, think about what you’re doing! We wouldn’t have been like this if I didn’t do it.” I said.

“Maybe not, but I’d still live. I’d get over you.” He said not looking at me.

“I  wouldn’t.” I said.

“Oh yes you would. You’d find a way. Life would be a lot easier.” He said to me. I cried even harder.

“Don’t go.” I said. “Please just stay.”

“You made me do this.” He said, as he stood up.

I began to sing.

“I'm so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears

And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave

Your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal; this pain is just too real