With a smile tugging on the side of my lips I stuck my key in the door. My day has been really long and I was happy, finally being able to go home to my boyfriend of three months. I smiled thinking about the amount of time that I’ve spent with Liam since we met about four months ago. Our feelings had developed rather quickly, so we got together after some dates and since then we only got closer and closer. Surely it was hard, him being famous and such, but I loved him and there was nothing that could change this fact. Liam was the best boyfriend I’ve ever had since I had the habit of picking assholes and liars, which would only break my heart. But this time it was different, Liam had been a gentlemen, through and through. Even from the start, when we had met in the club that night he didn’t hit on me with some disgusting pick up line, instead he was polite and charming. Up until now he hasn’t been anything but honest and loving to me, without any scandals or affairs, like my former boyfriends had done. He was always sweet and considerate, even though we’ve had our fights, it never was a big thing. We would be angry at each other, maybe yell or give the silent treatment, but it never lasted long, because we just couldn’t stay mad at each other. He was the most perfect guy for me, I had ever met and for once I didn’t have the feeling, that my heart would be broken soon. This relationship also had a safety and stability, I’ve never known before.
Stepping into the hall of Liam’s flat, I slipped my shoes off, seeing a couple more familiar shoes. I smiled as I heard the lad’s voices and laughs out of the living room. It wasn’t rare that all the guy’s were here to hang out and we got along pretty well. “So how’s it going with (Y/N)?” I heard Harry’s raspy voice ask. I smiled and slowed down my steps wanting to hear the answer, as they seemed to haven’t noticed me coming home yet. “It’s great, really.” I heard the guys chuckle a little and made another step forward. “Ya know mate, I’m the one you have to say thanks to, since I dared you to go hit on her!” I heard an irish accent say and the words made me stop in my tracks, while the other lads just laughed at the blonds words. I couldn’t believe my ears. I felt my heart break in my chest. I always thought it was destiny or love at first sight that Liam chose me out of all the girls. No, it was just a dumb bet between immature boys. I bit my lip as my chest ached and my knees threatened to give in. I was just a bet, I was just a lie. How could he do that? So all of this were just lies, everything he said. Our relationship was just a game to him. My teeth dug into my lip harder as all the thoughts rushed into my mind, giving me a headache and confusing all my feelings. I felt tears brim at my eyes that threatened to fall. ‘Don’t be pathetic.’ A voice in my head scolded me. ‘Don’t play the heartbroken little naive victim.’ With that I pushed my tears back, straightened my back and moved my feet.
“Well that sounds like a funny story, tell me more.” I said while walking into the living room. All eyes were on me, their faces were priceless, but even their dumb expressions couldn’t lighten my mood right now. “Babe I-“ Liam started and made a step towards me, trying to loop his arm around my waist. I gracefully dodged his gesture by just passing him. “No, really BABE. I wanna hear the story, sound like fun.” I said in a sweet, excited voice. “Bets are always funny aren’t they?” He made another step towards my direction but again I dodged his gesture and stepped back, nearer to the door this time. “What was it about? Find the most naive girl in the club and see how long it works till she finds out? Or ask out the ugliest girl? I dare you to! Hahaha, funny.” I contained my anger, trying to keep my bittersweet voice and keep the tears in my head until I was done with this. “Maybe it was just ask a random girl and see how long it takes to get her into bed.” I paused dramatically. “That so sounds like fun babe, I think I’m gonna try this too. Get myself a guy tonight.” I took some steps to the door before turning around in the doorway. “But you know what, I bet it’s not you, BABE.” With that I was out the door, slipping my shoes on, leaving his flat and slipping into my car in a matter of seconds, before he even could say another word. In maximum speed I started the engine and reversed out of the parking space. I was proud of me for staying strong for so long and not degrading myself even more by crying in front of him. But now as I sat in my car alone I could no longer hold back the tears.
