warnings: little drunkie:/
play to be so lonely by harry styles😔
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timothée Pov
it's been a year, a year without her. And i feel like an asshole, now i understand she called me 'an arrogant son of a bitch'. i cheated on her, i had everything with her, she was there for me since we were little kids. And for how i payed her back was bull.
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11:39 pm
ring*
you: hello?
tim: hey baby, i-i miss you and im so so sorry for what i've done
you: dont call me baby again, and what do you want?
tim: i want you back
you: timmy are you drunk?
tim: yup, and im gonna driiiive home, hold up hold up hold up, lemme catch my breathe, lemme count these checks, flex on my-
i'm sorry i found this to funny
you: i'm coming to get you, stay where you're at
tim: so my rapping did work
you: stay on the phone with me, i know where you're at
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it stayed quiet, yea what he did hurts like hell, but it sucks to be so lonely, do i miss him? what kind of question is that... yes i fucking miss him, i miss everything about him, but it just hurts to know he was fucking some other bitch on our 3 year anniversary. did armie talk with him? yup also beat the shit out of him, im just kidding but it did almost put their friendship to an end, i was going to ask tim something till i heard a sniffle
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tim: i miss you y/n
you: i miss you too timmy but you cant blame me or anyone but yourself for what you've done
tim: i just hope you see me in a little better life, but do you think its easy being of the jealous kind
you: i went with them to forget about the pain you caused to me timothée, me
tim: cause i missed the shape of your lips but now they're on his
you: actually tim, i know your drunk and all but he forced me to kiss him but it doesn't matter, what happens, happens
he hungs up.
i arrived to the bar he was at outside without a fucking sweater, holy fuck how the hell does he survive in this cold, "y/n/n" timothée shouted, sending chills all over your body cause he hasn't called you that name since the day it was over. "hi timmy, before you say anything, wear my fucking sweater now, i don't want you sick." i said sternly, he looked a bit taken back but he couldn't argue with you, "why didn't you call me when he forced you" timothée looked hurt, his face was filled with sadness and regret but what mattered the most to him was that you were safe. and you felt like home once he pulled you in for a hug, you looked up due to the height difference and kissed the bridge of his nose "uuuuugh fuck i have to say it...i fucking love you son of a bitch" you said to him as it was the only thing you want to say to him ever since the call. His eyes lit up like a child on christmas waking up to thousands of presents under the tree.
"i love you more baby" he said pulling her in and closing the gap between them.
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well this was horrible but i tried :p but i hoped you like it :)
