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mientes | ben hardy

in which you're in a picture perfect relationship with your best friend and suddenly feel blind-sighted when you find an unwanted sight back home from filming.
[ based on mientes by camila ]

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'Tú llegaste a mi vida para enseñarme, tú supiste encenderme, y luego apagarme, tú te hiciste indispensable para mí'

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The warm, tingly feeling in your stomach never went away whenever he was by your side. It was perfect, both of you knew each other like the backs of your hands. Fit together perfectly like puzzle pieces, always intertwined and always together.

Everyone labelled you both the same: picture perfect. Something everyone wanted, yet was hard to find.

Ben is perfect to you. Always there for you and never too far. There's where the problem lies. 

Everyone thinks your relationship is perfect. Before the cameras and faces, it seems as though there are no problems. But look closer, and there are cracks between the smiles.

You and Ben were struggling, communication was rocky. He was too perfect. Didn't seem like the type to ever make a mistake. Your guard was down by the amount of trust you put into him. He never pushed your buttons, but didn't open up about anything regarding past relationships.

He kept you away from his family, and you had only met a handful of his friends. He was open to you about the good and bad things, but never about history. It's as if there was something he wanted to keep from you, something he never wanted anyone to find out about.

You never doubted him, not for a second. Your friends approved, your family welcomed him with open arms, everything was perfect and in order.

He was your first love, but sadly, you weren't his.

( 12 hours prior )

"Babe! We have to go! Mark is waiting for us at the bar!" you yelled out as you heard shuffling from the hallway, Ben appearing at your shared bedroom doorway.

"I'm ready love, just waiting for you." he smiled through the mirror, as you locked eye contact, "Gorgeous."

Blushing, you looked away, putting your makeup and slipped your heels on. Turning around, you grabbed your purse and slipped your hand in Ben's, fingers intertwining.

"Let's go."

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'Y con los ojos cerrados te seguí, si yo busqué dolor lo conseguí.'

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Walking into the bar, you looked around, Ben trailing behind, fingers gripping yours as he looked around, before locking eye contact with an old friend of yours, pulling on your hand.

"Mark!" you yelled out as he smiled wide, getting up from the stool and opening his arms wide for a hug.

You walked over, careful with your heels as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close and smiling as he squeezed you tighter.