Amateur Love Games *Punk Niall* {EDITING}
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  • Reads 67,575
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  • Parts 22
  • Time 2h 58m
Complete, First published Jun 30, 2014
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"I heard you're a player." I smirked.

"So?" He answered.

"Let's play a game." I looked at him skeptically.

"Let's sweet talk. Let's play fight. Let's talk 24/7. Let's tell each other good morning and good night every day. Let's take walks together. Let's give each other nicknames. Let's hang out with each others friends. Let's go on dates. Let's talk on the phone all night long. Let's hold each other. Let's kiss and hug. And whoever falls in love first? Loses." I said looking him in the eye still smirking.

"So, basically we'd be dating, but not actually dating?" He asked.

I nodded shrugging. He stayed silent for a couple minutes. I searched his face for some kind of hint on what he was thinking.

"Okay. Let's do it." He said. I smiled. This is going to be fun.

"Let the Amateur Love Games begin." I spoke while winking to him as I turned to walk away.

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"Katie?" I heard is faint voice whisper. "Can we still be friends?" He continues. "Are you serious!? After everything we've been through?" I start walking away, but he tugs on my hand. "Louis! I can't just be friends with you!" I yell. I look up, catching myself gazing into his eyes. "I can't just be friends with you, without wanting something more.." I whisper, walking away; hoping this time I would forget him.