Remorse / n.h

Remorse / n.h

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, May 11, 2015
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"So, who will it be?" He asks, starring me down, a slight smirk making its way towards his pink, but dry lips. "I- I don't know." I say, the words falling out of my mouth like broken glass. "And it definitely won't be you!" I slowly look up, only to be greeted by a pair of narrowed but shimmering blue eyes, which reminded me of the the blue paint flacking off of the old shed back home. I could feel my heart beat against my chest, and my wet hair sticking to my neck. He opened his mouth to speak, but i beat him to it. "I'm tired of you ruining every chance, and opportunity in my life. All you do is cause trouble, and all you have done is destroy me. I can't tolerate you anymore, and i won't, so just leave me the hell alone Niall. " I snapped, adrenaline rushing through my body. For once, i felt good, i felt strong, i felt confident. For a slight second, his features softened, but were quickly replaced by amusement. His head shot up, and chuckling filled the room. "You wish i'd leave you alone princess, but you got yourself into this mess the moment you stepped your foot in campus, and for everything that has happened, remorse would be the last thing on my mind, because i won't stop, i won't stop until you are mine." heylozer ©
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"Yeah, well... I'm starting to think I got stood up." The bartender clicks his tongue, setting his towel down with a slow shake of his head. "Fucking tragic. Can't say I understand it. If I had a date with you, I'd be here an hour early, dressed to fucking impress, already working out ways to keep you entertained all night." I raise an eyebrow, half-smirking. "Smooth." "Don't flatter me yet, love. That was just the warm-up." He nods toward my half-finished wine. "Tell you what-since your bloke's clearly an idiot, this one's on the house." I blink. "Seriously?" He shrugs, like it costs him absolutely nothing. "What can I say? I've got a soft spot for beautiful people with shit luck." His smirk deepens. "Also, it's good fucking business. You stay longer, you order more, and I get to look like the hero. Everyone wins." I shake my head, laughing as he pours me another glass with the kind of effortless confidence that suggests he's done this a thousand times before-offered a pretty girl a free drink, flashed a dangerous grin, made her night a little less shit. He slides the glass toward me. "Louis, by the way." "Bee," I say, taking a sip.

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