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- Would be trying to take cute photos of you for so long but you just didn't co-operate with him - "Y/n, we'll be late for our dinner. Please, just one photo." - You posed cutely whilst he tried to get a perfect angle for the photo - At the last minute, you'd change your pose and he'd roll his eyes at you for either constantly moving, or for just pulling faces at the camera - "Baby, it's one photo! Just one!" He sighed, dropping his head with frustration - "Okay, okay. One more time." You smiled, obviously readying yourself to annoy him again - He smiled as he looked at you through the camera, "You look so pretty!" - Before he took the photo, you jumped up, causing the photo to become blurry - "Hey!" He growled, flicking through the photos he took of you and sighing, "I hate you." - You pouted, earning his attention immediately - "Perfect!" He chuckled, snapping the shot of you pouting at him - "Take it back..." - "You know I didn't mean it." He left his position to rush to your side and kiss your forehead, "It was the only way I could get you to stop moving or fussing." - "Those other photos were fine!" You whined, tugging at his cardigan - "You think I'll post photos of you biting your lip seductively at the camera?" Tutting, he combed his hand through your hair, "Nice try, princess."
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- He'd asked you to help him with the choreography, seeing as he always forgot it - He started to get frustrated with you when he noticed you sat on the floor staring at your phone and texting - "I thought you were going to help me?" - "Sorry..." You sighed, "I was talking to someone." - "Who?" - "Does it matter?" - "Y/n, I asked you to help me with my choreography... But you're texting someone when I need you? If you're not going to help, you can go." - You'd most likely just roll your eyes at him, purely because you knew how it got on his nerves - "Don't roll your eyes at me." - "We've been practicing for hours." You sighed - "No, I've been practicing for hours. You've been texting." - "Hang on-" - "What?" He growled, "You know I'm right." - "All you do is practice... should we even be in a relationship?" - "Considering I already dislike you? Probably not." He scoffed, returning back to his choreography - "You don't mean that-" - "You're right, I don't. Sometimes I really do hate you, Y/n." - "How could you-" - "-say that?" He interrupted, tightening his fists as he moved closer to you. "The amount of things you've said to me, and I just forgive you so easily... You're really asking me that?" - "Fine." A tear fell from your eye, rolling down your cheek. "I can just go-" - "No. I'm fed up of you just walking away." - "This time it makes sense though, doesn't it? You said you hate me-" - "I said sometimes. Do you know how hard it is to keep a relationship with someone who constantly keeps secrets? Or just doesn't agree with the things I do? It's harder than you think. All I try to do is make you happy, but nothing works. You think I want to hate you? I could never... Yet, I want to. You say that I should change, but maybe you should."