I Love You

Your POV:

"Y/n!" you hear your boyfriend call after you as you continue to stomp down the hallway feeling upset and heated. "Y/n, can you just stop for a minute and talk to me?"

"Fuck off, Matt!" you yell without even stopping to look at him. "Go back to your little kissing session with that bitch!"

You feel a hand grab you arm. You turn around trying to free yourself from your boyfriend's hold. "Get your fucking hands off of me, Matt! I don't wanna talk to you right now!"

"Why can't you just listen to what I have to say?" he ask. "There's nothing you can say. Nothing you say will justify what you were just doing in that room. Now let go of me and go back to your slut. Please, don't let me stop you from doing what you were doing," you say, trying to break free from his grip.

"Y/n, it wasn't like that," he start to explain. "Oh really? Then what was it then, Matt? Because from what I saw it look like you were enjoying every second of that kiss," you say finally breaking yourself free from his hold.

Who would've thought that your boyfriend who seemed so sweet and faithful could turn out to be a dog? And here you thought you finally found someone who actually wanted to be with you. Someone who loved you. Did he love you? Of course, the words never once came out of his mouth so it makes you wonder. For two months now you two been dating and not once did you ever hear him say that he love you. Maybe he just doesn't feel that way towards you, who knows?

"You thought I was enjoying that kiss??" he ask in shock. "Well, it sure as hell seem like you were," you say.

"For one, she kissed me. I was trying to stop her. I was trying to get her off of me." You roll your eyes finding that somewhat hard to believe. As strong as he looks you would think he'd be able to push the girl away from him.

"Matt, look at you," you say, nodding towards his muscular arms. "You meaning to tell me you couldn't get that girl off of you as strong as you look? Bull shit, Matt. Complete bull shit." You turn on your heel and start to walk away before he ends up grabbing your arm again and turning you around to make you face him.

"Y/n, please," he begs. "Okay, fine. I admit. I didn't try to fight her off. I did get caught up in the kiss." "Knew it," you quickly respond, trying to walk away only to be stopped, once again.

"But it didn't mean anything," he assures you.

"If it didn't mean anything then you wouldn't have allowed the kiss to go on," you tell him. "You would've just pushed her away and told her that what she was doing was inappropriate. But you didn't, did you? No. You just stood there with your arms wrapped around her waist basically sucking the dark red lip stick off her lips."

He let's out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head in shame knowing that he truly messed up. But should you be surprise that it even happened? He's a famous singer who a lot of women adore very much. Who wouldn't want to get their lips on such a good looking guy with huge tatted muscles, a nice size body and a cute smile with dimples. That's the curse of dating a cute singer. No matter who they're with there will always be girls who wants to get their hands on them, especially if they're as hot and good looking as Matt.

"I knew I should've stayed in there with you," you say, shaking your head. "I knew there was something about that interviewer that I didn't like. I have half a mind of going in there and slapping the shit out of her."

"It's not worth it, babe," Matt tells you.

"Says the guy who was enjoying the heck out of that kiss," you say, rolling your eyes and folding your arms.

He sighs. "I wasn't enjoying the kiss. Like I already said, it didn't mean anything." As much as you want to believe that.

"I guess," you mumble, looking down at the floor with tears now in your eyes.

"Y/n. Look at me," he says, touching your chin to lift your head up so that you're making eye contact with him. "Look, I'm sorry if I hurted you. And I should've stopped her when I could, but I didn't and for that I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. You mean the freakin world to me and hurting you in anyway possible is the last thing I ever want to do." You start to feel the tears rolling down your cheeks, which he uses his finger tip to wipe away.

"Y/n, you're the only woman for me, believe that. I would never let another woman tear us apart, no matter how good they look or how much they like me. I love you and only you and there's not a darn thing anyone could do to change that," he says, bringing more tears to your eyes. And they weren't sad tears. More like happy tears. He finally said the words that you've been wanting to hear. He finally said that he loves you. It's about darn time.

"I can't imagine myself being with anyone else besides you. You're beautiful, sweet, smart, funny. You're everything a guy could ever ask for in a woman. Being with you is like the best thing that ever happened to me.... Well, besides me becoming a famous rockstar, of course," he smiles making you shake your head and laugh a little.

"But seriously, y/n. I do love you. I mean it. And I will do whatever it takes to not lose you. So please, can you find it in your heart to forgive me?" he ask, giving you a pleading look.

Wipping the tears away from your eyes, you shake your head saying, "Yes. I forgive you." And on that note, he brings his face close to yours and the two of you would end up kissing. He wraps his arms around your waist, bringing your body close to his so that the kiss would grow more deeper and passionate. Getting lost in the kiss you wrap your arms around his shoulders not wanting the moment to end.

When the kissing finally stops, he rest his forehead against yours and you find yourselves staring deeply into each others eyes. "I love you, y/n," he smiles. "I love you too, Matt," you smile back.