Never Kiss Your Best Friend •L.S.•

Prologue

I've faced many challenges.

I've stayed up all night, to finish assignments.

I've missed countless parties, just to study for an upcoming test.

I've rode the train, for two hours just to get to work.

I've hidden in the janitor's closet to hide my flustered face.

I've unsuccessfully hidden hickeys from my parents.

I've been misled too many times.

I've faced discrimination for being gay.

I've had many insults thrown my way.
Most of which, didn't make sense anyway.

I've stayed sober to take my friends home after a party.

So, when my flatmate-cum-colleague Niall, announced at breakfast, and after his constant pleading during lunch and dinner, that it's a Saturday night and we must go out clubbing and live a little, I agreed.

All I was asking for was, to have a harmless night of clubbing, some self-gratifying attention and hopefully a little cardio on the dance floor and the much-needed drunk action, that I could happily regret the next morning over lemonade and Ibuprofen in my bed; or even better- someone else's.

Someone hot, with sculpted muscles and some brains.

That was all I wanted.

At the end, though, I am just a 25 year old lad, alone and somewhat lonely in a big city; who talks to Siri on the iPhone when bored, who obviously feels his job doesn't pay enough, the right guys don't notice him and his parents don't love him enough, otherwise they would have never tried to set him up. Right?

I've faced a lot of the not-my-type boys thrown at me, by life.

Made a lot of mistakes, in judging people. Especially ex-boyfriends.

Basically, I've taken the lemons thrown my way, and squeezed them into the lemonade.

So, when I met him, I didn't realise this was going to haunt me.

Why did I have to meet him?

Why?

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Hi.

Should I continue?

All the love x.