Reblog Or Your Mom Will Die In 928 Seconds.

Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.

#35 Curse of Being Perfect Part 2 (Harry Styles)

PART 1,

—

“How was the party last night?” Jim asked me at the shop.

“Oh great, great, just great!” I smiled and took my things and left. The party ended for me last night after I left my house looking for Grace. But, the goddess disappeared. She was not at her house, and I didn’t know her enough to know where she would be at 11:30 PM. Probably her boyfriends…

I wanted to throttle my demon who kept whispering things, making me cringe at my own actions. From the morning till now, I was drowned in guilt. Neel planned to show me the entire amount of work she put in and in her own little way, it was a lot. All I could remember was how cruel I was to her every time I can back. Our friends were common now, but I always excluded her. I knew she was at the party as a plus one, that evening, but it didn’t stop me from insulting her.

“Mum, I got the stuff. I’m going to the field for a bit,” Not taking my car, I walked down to the only quiet place I could think of; I liked the fact that, not a lot of people knew about and, it made it easier for me just to be there. I climbed the steps to a small place where, the river just flew and, it only a couple could sit there. I saw black hair from the top and, I stopped in my tracks not before, causing a pebble to drop.

Grace looked up and, her eyes widened. I’m sure she cursed before she took a breath, “could you please not come here?” She asked.

“Excuse me?” I frowned.

“Yes, it must be hard hearing a No, but this is my quiet place and, I don’t want it to be ruined,” She met my eyes, they were wet, “under any circumstances, so please.”

“This is my quiet place, too,” I said climbing down and she huffed. “And, there is a place for one more so, I can sit in my corner, and you sit in yours,” I smiled, trying to be genuinely nice. You have to try to be nice.

She cuddled into herself, getting in a corner and reading her book from the little sunlight that fell on the page. Not once, did she look at me? But, I couldn’t help staring. The feeling when you see someone for the first time, this time real? Her cheeks were a bit red and, she sniffed and, she tried hiding behind her long hair. She was beautiful it was quite clear. But, it wasn’t just her face, it kinda grew out of her which I always tried to copy. You succeeded, now everyone knows how nice you are. Only she knows the horrible face.

“So, what have you been up to?” I asked her, making her stop and look at me.

“Why are you talking to me?” She looked at me in confusion.

“That’s rude. I thought you were so nice to everybody,” I tried smiling instead of smirking.

“What do you want, Harry?” she asked, closing her book.

“Will you forgive me if I say sorry?” her eyes wide, and then, looking all around the tiny space. “There is no one here.”

“Are you saying sorry or asking for my reaction if you say sorry?” she questioned.

“I am saying sorry,” I decided. “I am sorry, I mean.”

“Alright, you’re forgiven.” She nodded and opened her book again.

“That’s – that’s it, you don’t want to talk about it?” I asked her confused.

“Talk about what?” She looked up and, I frowned. “Look, I know you hate me. I don’t know why and frankly, I have cared for so long, but I don’t anymore. It’s frustrating, and you’re not the only important thing in my life. You have a perfect life, the perfect career in a field that you love! You have the entire world loving you and just waiting for you to smile! You know what I have? A fucking tough college which drains the core of you. A course in something, I am not positive I like, but Father says, it’s just a phase. What if it’s not? You are already earning, in millions! I have to make my career after this hell house is over, in a field, I am not sure I even like, so save it!  I don’t want to talk about how the only imperfect thing in your life is that I exist, okay! Or is that giving too much importance to myself?” She got up angry, I had never seen her angry.

“Grace – I…”

“Save it, Harry.”

She climbed and left the tiny space while I sat dumbfounded in the same place.

—

It was a month after I saw her again. In a bookshop, in London, looking all calm and composed and, I couldn’t help myself, “Hey, I am Harry,” I went and stood beside her.

She looked at me and then, back to the book. Maybe in shock, and looked back at me. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, I saw you and, couldn’t help myself honestly,” I looked into her eyes. “Would you like to join me for lunch?”

“I…rather not, I have to –”

“Please Grace, give me a chance. I swear I won’t hurt you.”

She gulped, but nodded and followed me out. I took her to one of my favourite places here, and got a table in one of the rooms, luckily. “This is fancy,” She smiled.

“It’s just more private, what would you like to drink?” I asked her, and she shrugged. “Well, I’ll order, try it?” She nodded, as she fiddled with her fingers. She was out of her comfort zone.

“How’s college?” I asked.

“Alright…”

“Look, Grace, I – I don’t know how to apologise for what I have done and –”

“I forgave you, Harry. Long back, I told you,” She said, softly. “I don’t hold any grudges, really.”

“I hated you.”

“What?”

“I did, like badly. You are always so perfect. You excelled at everything! And, I couldn’t help be jealous. I had to be, but I forgot you were my motivator. I always thought, if I could be like Grace, I could win it. Secretly, I still do,” I whispered. “I am sorry, I have been so blind with us.”

“Perfect? You think I’m perfect?” She scoffed. “I am far from perfect. I couldn’t get the one guy I liked to like me back, do you know how important that is to a teen girl? And, he crushed me at every opportunity he got. We used to be friends, Harry. I won maybe because I always wanted to impress you. Just have you say that I was amazing, but that never happened. So, I stopped performing. You know, why are you telling me all this now? What’s the point?” I could see she was tired.

“I didn’t know you like me,” I told her, honestly.

“Yes, you were too blind hating me. I saw you as perfect. Everything about you, from your hard work to your band, I came for every show. Until you told me, I wasn’t invited. And, your girlfriend laughed at me. Humiliated me and told me to stop being fixated on you, and that you hated it. So, I stopped that, there isn’t much for me to stop now. And, I won’t. You are not that important and – what am I doing here? I need to leave, I am sorry,” she got up from the table and picked up her bag. On impulse I got up and, was at her side, stopping her from running again.

“Look, just wait, a minute,” I said, wrapping my arms around her so, she stopped struggling to get away.

“Let me go, Harry!” I yelled, crying now.

“No, not again,” I made her drop her bag, “look at me,” After struggling for a bit longer, I made her turn and, made her look at me. Her cheeks were wet as, I removed her hair from her face. “There I can see you, now. You are very beautiful, and I don’t hate you.”

“What game is this?” She whispered.

“There’s no game. What are we now, twenty-two? We are too old for games,” I giggled. “Just calm down,” I made her breathe and, sit down again, pulling a chair next to her. She hiccupped and, took some water, clutching the glass in her hands. We ate our meal in silence. Our old waiter understanding that his presence should be kept to the minimum left us alone.

“Are you travelling back or staying here?” I asked her.

“Staying,” she answered.

“Where?”

“I have to look for a place, not sure.”

“Oh,” I nodded, “Come stay with me? I have a house here, and you won’t have to spend too much time looking for a place either.”

“No, umm, I am staying here for a couple of days. Wanted a break so, umm, yeah.”

“Then, stay for a couple of days here?” I pushed, “I know, I am pushing you. It’s a lot to take, but just believe once?”

“Harry, I - ” She hiccupped.

—

Do you want a PART 3? LET ME KNOW!

Comments?

Masterlist

Copyright ©theStylesproject 2016: ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. THIS WORK CONTAINS MATERIAL PROTECTED UNDER INTERNATIONAL AND FEDERAL COPYRIGHT LAWS AND TREATIES. NO PART OF THIS WORK MAYBE REPRODUCED OR TRANSMITTED IN ANY FORM OR BY ANY MEANS WITHOUT EXPRESS WRITTEN PERMISSION FROM theStylesproject.

#52 - Playing the Intermediary (Harry Styles)

Where Y/N plays the intermediary in a breakup and is stuck with the ex-boyfriend. 

—

“So, it is just this. I don’t know how to do it,” She shook her head. 

“But, you are sure that he loves you?” I asked. 

“That’s the only thing I’m sure about. You know, how it is, it’s just after the death, it’s like he clings to me. And we have been together for three years, I just don’t want to make it a four. God, just make me break up!” She moaned. 

“I feel you’re the first person who wishes to get rid of someone who loves you. Here, nobody loves me and I would love a boyfriend!” I laughed. 

“I wish he cheats on me. Like I don’t see us together. I don’t see any part in the future where our ideologies match, or our interests. It’s like I grew up and he never did!” She went on explaining, “I think, he is just used to me, and then he calls it love. Because I don’t spend more than five minutes talking to him. I hardly respond to his texts and he still doesn’t get the clue. I told him I don’t want to get married until I am 28 while he does, and he still doesn’t get it!“ 

"Why don’t you just break up? Like just lay it out. All clear." 

"You think I haven’t tried? I have done it repeatedly. REPEATEDLY. He doesn’t understand, then starts crying and then, it’s just - you have to help me. Tell him, that I am depressed with him. I can’t deal with this anymore. I can’t marry him. I never will. Our minds don’t match, our nothing matches and I don’t want him. He will be happier with anyone else other than me. Tell him!” She groaned. 

“Alright, I am sending this recording to him." 

"Wait, what? You recorded it?” She played it again, “Yeah, as proof. Poor guy should hurt now than when you make it four years, you know. So, promise he won’t come running after me if I send him this and ask him to lay off?” I asked. 

“I have a feeling, that he won’t believe it. Like he will just be like, you’re joking." 

"Not after, I have spoken to him…” I dialled his number. “Hello? Is this Harry?" 

"Yeah, it’s Harry. Who is this?" 

"Not important. What’s important is that I’m Sara’s friend.”

“What? Is everything alright? Is everything fine? Is she hurt.” My heart broke for him. But, this was good for him. They were both breaking each other. 

“Well, not really. Look, Sara is depressed. And, I have been seeing her for months now. She is not happy. At all. She wants to get rid of you. She doesn’t want you in her life anymore. She doesn’t care for you. Doesn’t see any future with you, and I feel you should stop embarrassing yourself and live your life and let her live hers." 

"What? Who the fuck are you? Give her the phone." 

"No, Harry. I know you are better than this. I know you have been together for a long time, but you have to see she is miserable and if you do truly claim to love her, then you will leave her, cause she doesn’t want you or have any respect left for you. I mean, she made me call you. Made me do it because you don’t even acknowledge her words when she tells you the same. This is toxic. I have sent a voice message. That’s her begging me to tell you. Give it up, Harry. Let her go. You are not worth each other." 

There was pin drop silence on the other side for the next 10 seconds. Long enough, I cut the call. 

“What did he say?” Sara looked at me hopefully. 

“He played the recording according to my notification.” My heart was breaking for him. No one should be hurt like that. But, he did call for it. 

“God, I hope it works,” She groaned and checked her phone. He has sent a ‘why would you do this to me?’. Cause I want to get rid off you, you fucker! I have texted - we are over, to him. Hope it’s final this time!” 

“You really don’t love him, do you?” I asked. 

“Never did. I don’t even know why I was with him. Promise me, don’t ever be in a relationship where you can’t say why are you together. It’s the worst thing.”

—

“It happened!” Sara called cheering the next day. “We are over! You did it! We did it!” She yelled. I was back home since I was just visiting her place. 

“Oh wow, that’s great for you! You are the first I have seen this happy as well!” 

“I am rejoicing my freedom!” 

“Yeah, umm is he alright? He won’t go and hurt himself or anything right? I don’t want to go to prison,” I tried to laugh. 

“No, he is heartbroken. But, he will be fine. I am not the bad person here. You know that right?” She asked, looking for my approval. 

“There is no right or wrong here, Sara. I just hope you don’t regret it.” I smiled. 

“I don’t think, I will. I have wanted it for so long. More than a year, and it feels right. Anyway, got to go, I have a class! Bye baby!” 

I didn’t get relationships. People were just confusing, and this case just confused me so much more. How does love become a noose around your neck, and why do we let it get it to that stage. 

—

It had been a month since that day. Sara was happy, and getting better. She looked much more relaxed than before, and I knew it was because she didn’t have him in her life. She had less stress and she was finally getting into herself. I wondered at times about Harry. How was he dealing with it? Dealing with wholly believing that his love loved him, only to be absolutely shattered in the end by it. 

I thought about him a lot. More than a lot, at times. It felt wrong, but as much as I understood Sara, the more I tried to understand Harry. Why did he lead himself to that stage? And why did he do that to himself and her?

“Hi, can I have a Latte, size medium, please?” I needed a coffee. 

“Sugar?” 

“No, thank you. I am trying to get rid of it!” I laughed. 

I sat down on the side table with my coffee, ready to work, when I felt someone staring at me. I looked up and, I was right. Only I didn’t expect to stare back. He was beautiful. His eyes were so big, and his face looked as if it was carved to perfection. He was frowning though, “Can I help you?” I asked. 

“It’s you.” He whispered.

“Umm, me?” He got up from his table, and came and sat in front of me. I looked around, finding this weird. 

“You’re the one who broke up with me.” 

“Excuse me?” I frowned. 

“I mean, broke up with me for my girlfriend, ex..girlfriend,” he stared, his face not giving any other emotion. His voice sounded so much better in person. Shut up, Y/N. 

“You must have me mistaken?” 

“No, I can’t. I have tried. I can’t forget that voice. I can’t forget your voice. I don’t remember anything hurting me more. And, I think I have seen you in one of Sara’s pictures, I have a good memory.” 

“Fuck.” 

“Yeah, fuck. I’m Harry,” He put his hand forward, and I just looked at it. 

“How are you?” I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. He pulled his hand back and got comfortable in his seat. 

“How do you think I am?” His voice was so straight, deep and sharp. 

“I don’t know.” 

“You broke my heart, shattered it.” 

“Excuse me, but your girlfriend shattered it.” 

“And, you approved?” He asked, his eyes were watery. 

“I didn’t have the say. It wasn’t about me.” 

“Then, why the fuck were you in it?” He raised his voice, and moved forward as I pushed back. 

“I was asked a favour, and I did it.”

“Were those your words or hers?” 

“Shouldn’t you be over her?” 

“After you humiliated me?” He pointed. 

“I didn’t do anything. You were both doing it to yourself,” I should shut up. At least bite my tongue. 

“I thought I was having a new start, until I heard your voice,” He looked to the window. There was something wrong with him. 

“I would still recommend it,” he looked at me. “This is a great place to have one. It should be easy.” 

“Are you in a relationship?” He asked, and I shook my head. “Ever been?” I shook my head again. “Then, you don’t know what you’re talking about, so stop advising.” He sneered. 

“Right, why are you at this table? I did nothing to you. I have nothing to do with you. I was the intermediary, a mere messenger…” 

“Do you like playing the intermediary in places?” He asked. Why was he so beautiful? Why hadn’t I asked to see his picture before? Sara had put me off him, that I was sure there would have been something rotten about him. He just looked broken to me.. 

“I like helping.” 

He looked at me, then shook his head. “Well, then Y/N - help me.” He said smirking. 

—

PART 2

Comments?

Masterlist

Copyright ©theStylesproject 2017: ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. THIS WORK CONTAINS MATERIAL PROTECTED UNDER INTERNATIONAL AND FEDERAL COPYRIGHT LAWS AND TREATIES. NO PART OF THIS WORK MAYBE REPRODUCED OR TRANSMITTED IN ANY FORM OR BY ANY MEANS WITHOUT EXPRESS WRITTEN PERMISSION FROM theStylesproject.

What’s your fantasy?

#23 The Best Friend (Harry Styles)

Hello, 

I have been going through a lot and this imagine is almost what happened to me. Instances and situations are changed to a bit but, yeah. 

Give me advice. And, if you feel I’m an idiot, let me know. 

It’s long and mature. I’ll be waiting for your response. 

—

“This is not working out. We go in circles again and again and again, and it’s emotionally exhausting and, I can’t deal with it anymore. I feel, we should just take some time apart, get to-”

“What? Why?” Harry burst into my room, knocking over the vase, kept on the side table. “Why are we breaking up?” He frowned and held my face in his palms.

“We aren’t…Issy and Michael are…” I giggled, kissing his lips.

“Oh, wow. Oh god. You got me all worried,” he shook his head. “I was like, I just got you back, I can’t…”

“And you aren’t,” I said, sitting on his lap and kissing his cheeks. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me, again. This was important for us, I guess. We had gone through so much together and still, chosen each other.

“So, you’re making them break up, again?” He asked. I had a habit of reading out the dialogues of my characters to go through corrections and make it sound as real as possible.

“Yes, it’s getting too much for Issy,” I smiled, combing through his hair.

“Alright, okay. Get back to it. Give them a good end and, come and meet your boyfriend upstairs?” He placed me on my feet and kissed my forehead.

“I don’t understand. Why are you doing this?” I cried, sitting on the floor. He was breaking up with me, and I didn’t know why? Don’t fall in love with your best friend. Because when you break up, you lose more than just your love. And my best friend was breaking up with me and, I didn’t know the reason.

“It’s been too long? Don’t you feel so? Like we have always been together!” He laughed. He was laughing.

“You’re my best friend,” I spoke through my tears.

“Yeah, but don’t you want to, maybe know other people? Know how they are? You know me inside out, and I know you but, we don’t know how anybody else is!” He sat down on my bed.

“Apparently, I don’t since you’re doing this.”

“It’s just a break. Nothing more. We spend some time apart from each other. I’ll go live with Mike and, just get to see life without each other in our lives. Just a small break,” He was saying all this so easily.

“So, you’re basically saying that you don’t want me in your life anymore?” I frowned.

“You’re making it sound dramatic.”

“That’s what you just said!” I screamed.

“Don’t scream. We are just discussing.” I could see his palms turn into a fist.

“We aren’t though. You’re giving me your decision,” I got up from my position. I was allowing myself to be degraded by this man, who I considered my best friend, the love of my life. To only hear that he wants to see life with me not being there.

I picked up a bag and walked up to his dresser collecting my things. I was so stupid. I considered him to always be there. Chose him over others all the time and, now all our friends were the same, our lives were so tangled together, I didn’t realize he could feel claustrophobic. That is how he was feeling. I’m such an idiot. Not worth anything and, he finally, has realized that.

“You don’t have to collect all your stuff. It’s just a break,” He sighed. I could see he was trying to go through his decision.

“But, it’s not. You’re breaking up with me,” I shivered. “Don’t worry, you can be the dumper,” I threw all my books inside the bag and collected a few of my T-shirts, stole one of his. I had my stuff all over his room, I was debating on the ones I’d need in the coming weeks before, I could handle myself.

“It’s a break!” He shouted. “You’re still my best friend! You’ll always be my best friend,” He yelled as I tried to stuff my things in the bag. “You’ll always have that place in my life, you don’t have to take everything!”

“But, that’s it, right? You want that place gone.” I could see the pain and the confusion on his face. But, changing the words, doesn’t make it any nicer. This is what he wants. “What does ‘let’s see life without each other’ mean? You don’t want me in your life and, I’ll disappear.” I tried not breaking down, but my voice has never been good at that.

“You know, your ability of understanding words and people is going down! It’s like you don’t understand anything, at all!”

“What am I supposed to understand? That my boyfriend just randomly comes and tells me, that we should take a break from each other because we’ve been together too long? Who says that? You want to see different things? When have I stopped you from seeing or doing anything! What have I done to make you feel like this! And that’s just it, isn’t it? You’ve had me in every way you can have, and realized you don’t want me anymore. You want to see what else is good, out there? I’m not an option, Harry,” I picked up my bag.

“I never meant to make you feel like this,” He rubbed his face. “It’s not about options, at all. I just…you are twisting words. I don’t want to make you feel like you’re an option but, haven’t you ever felt the need of wanting something more?” He questioned. “That maybe there is something worth more, out there?”

It was like a knife running through my chest and, I took a step back. I felt, he realized what he just said. He just engraved the words in me. “That is not what I meant, honey, that is not what I meant!” He tried to hold me.

“I wish you all the best for finding someone who isn’t as worthless as me.” I just shook my head and walked out of his room.

I ran down to my floor and broke down against my door.

It seems like a dream when I type this down, again. But, I question my decision, every day. He did say all that, but he did come back. Or, I got him back. I can’t swallow down the fact that, I was the only one fighting for us. Maybe, he doesn’t want us at all and, I’m just messing with his head. Perhaps, he’ll realize in another month that, I’m not worth it, after all. Am I messing with his head? Should I be trying that hard? I had always been taught to not give up on things and people. Whether it was your old laptop or an old friend, I was taught to fix with all that I have before I gave up. What am I doing?

I kept out his way. It was good that our majors were different. They took place in different buildings and, I found a routine that didn’t collide with his at all. The problem was that he lived a floor above me. I could hear the loud music, the loud laughs, which I was not invited to. I kept my promise. I disappeared from his life. But, it was killing me. The day started with me being happy and confident but, by the evening, I just grew numb.

He was all over the place, though. The photos, the finally single updates for all his friends, I was removed from his life that, I realized that, I didn’t really make any friends. All I had was his, and maybe, they just tolerated me. I never needed them for any emotional talks or things that, actually get you close. I had Harry. But, he was good with people. Stayed connected and I stayed connected through him. That was my first mistake. I wonder where I could have made a difference but, I was honestly, just with my best friend and, that’s how it works, right? I didn’t feel the need of moving away, there was enough space. Different majors, different jobs, I didn’t feel that he felt the need to move away.

But, life goes on. I was made strong. I kept myself groomed up. No one had to know what I was going through. The only person, who can save you, is yourself, and I knew that. I was just not out there like he was.

“You know if you stare that hard on the glass, it will break.”Voice got me out of my thoughts, and I looked to my side, where it came from. “Why don’t we order another one so, it can hold itself?” He was from my English Lit class.

“I’m sorry, I’m Miles…” I shook his hand. “And, you’re beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I smiled.

“Can I sit?” He asked at the empty chair in front of me. I nodded and sat up straight. “Me Before You…” He said, looking at the book. “You’re a sappy romance kind of person?”

“I’m trying to find it out if I am,” I told him the truth.

“You know, I always saw in your class. You’re very smart but, I wanted to talk to you and, I finally saw you sitting, alone, it took guts, though, to come here!” He laughed, “And, then I found out that, you had a boyfriend who just demoralized me.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” It felt weird saying that. “At least, not anymore.”

“Ohh, break up period? Could you tell me when it’s okay to hit on you, though? I’d like to be the first in line.” He stared. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I am saying that…”

I laughed, “It’s okay, you’re funny.”

“But, I am serious, too!” He cut me.

“Okay, I’ll let you know.”

“Another coffee?” He asked, and I nodded.

I finished the chapter and, walked out of my room and walked up to his. I knocked on the door. I always knocked, now. “Hey, baby!” He kissed my lips and pulled me in. His friends were over, used to be my friends, I just didn’t feel that comfortable anymore. I didn’t get a Hi when we broke up from them, and that said a lot.

“We are just finishing this project from class, it’s thoroughly annoying!” He laughed.

“Oh, well why don’t you finish and then, give me a call?” I asked.

“Nah, you can sit!” Sara laughed.

I ignored her. “No, really. I have a few people to meet, I’ll do that. Call me.” I pecked his lips and walked out.

I called my friends. I finally, had a few and met them, at the coffee shop.

“Tell Miles to agree with me on Dryden!” Riana screamed as Miles just teased her.

“You have to be open with literature!” He laughed.

“You guys are crazy! Get down from the table,” I laughed and ordered a coffee.

“How is boyfriend?” Miles asked, eyeing me.

“He’s okay…” I laughed. “Don’t look at me like that!”

“Like what?”

“Like that!” I laughed.

“You’re an idiot.”

“I know,” I sighed.

“He should have been the one who came begging at your feet for forgiveness for all he said and did! I can’t believe…”

“He’s my best friend.”

“That’s your excuse?”

“I love him.”

“Then, there is nothing else to say, is there?” He sighed.

It had been three weeks. I was fine for the last two. At least, I was in control. Now, I was all over the place. The wine wasn’t helping either. It was his birthday and, there was a party in his room and, I had never missed one. But, I was supposed to be Miss Invisible, so I was sitting in my room. I had made friends from my major. They were really cool. Kept me up float during the day, The nights slowly killed me, though. The skin that healed during the day was torn again, during the night. And here I was, sitting in his favorite dress but, in my room, with a glass of wine and trying to keep myself together.

The music kept getting louder. I could hear laughs in my corridor. I finished my bottle and started talking to someone online. I suddenly felt the need to fix it between us. The point was that we were at this stage, in this college because of each other. We have reached places, and they have been because of each other and, I can’t just disappear. He might hate me, but he couldn’t keep us on a pause and live life. That’s not how it worked. I fixed myself in the mirror. Trying to look decent to my drunk self and walked up.

I had built my courage before I walked to his door, which was wide open for people to walk in and out. I took a deep breath and walked in. It was so crowded. Some people hugged me. Long times was thrown around while I looked for him. I wish I hadn’t cause there he was sitting on the couch with a girl on his lap. Sara, it was Sara. She was kissing his chin as he giggled like he did with me and that’s when his eyes met mine.

How could I fix this? He had even found a replacement for me in his life. I was utterly defeated as I took a step back. I walked out of his floor, trying to stop my head from spinning.

“Honey? Wait! Honey!” I heard his voice down the stairs as I tried to fasten my speed and reach my door. I wanted to lock myself up and never come out. I felt his arms around me before I could open the door. He held me in place and, I wasn’t strong enough to struggle. He sighed, resting his against mine. “Oh god…I love you so much,” and then, he kissed me.

I didn’t want to stop this. I was weak enough to want anything, I could have from him. He kissed me against my door for the longest time. I knew we were both under the influence, and maybe, that’s why this was happening.

“Stop, I’m not Sara,” I tried to get away from his arms.

“No, no you’re not. You’re my baby, and I love you,” He took the keys from my hand and opened my door. He switched on the night lamp as he climbed on top of me “God, you’re so beautiful. And, always so sexy in this dress. It’s my favorite.”

“I know.”

“It’s my birthday,” He kissed down my neck, down to my chest and pulled down the zip.

“I know.”

“I’ve missed you so much,” He sighed against my breasts as he sucked on them. I let him. Was this some last hurrah, I really didn’t care. My heart wanted this, it had been too much.

I let him do whatever he wanted to, and he let me do whatever I wanted. I could never understand us. What we wanted from each other? What we were to each other? But, right now, meant everything.

He held me so close as we were made one. His lips so close to me, as he increased his speed, always knowing how to get me to reach my high. “I’m so close,” He mumbled, knowing I was, too. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he screamed against my neck, as he let go in me. I was covered in his bites, and he was covered in mine.

He held my face in his hands and kissed me, against the light from the lamp. Then, he switched it off, cuddling into me.

Waking up, next to him in the morning, felt incredibly normal and then, not. His head rested on my chest as it always did, but, it wasn’t always now. I shifted in my position, trying to get away from him. I didn’t know what was going to happen next and, I wasn’t sure if I was strong enough to take it.

He woke up from my movement, and I sat on the edge of my bed, wearing my own clothes. “Good morning,” He kissed my shoulder. “You’re up, already.”

“You remember last night?” I asked.

“You don’t?” He said, sitting up.

“I do, I don’t know what to make of it.”

“Let’s decide with breakfast?” He asked, trying to pull me back in his arms.

“Breakfast,” I nodded and got dressed.

My phone was ringing for the second time after I had cut his call. I usually, didn’t. Only when I was in class and, he knew I wasn’t. I picked it up. “Hey, where are you?” He asked I could sense the worry in his voice.

“Umm, near the lake. Why?” I asked. I was hanging out with my friend as he was with his.

“With your friends?” He asked, and I hummed a yes. “I’m sorry, I always keep thinking it is back to how it was, and,”

“It isn’t. It can’t be,” I sighed.

“You still love me, right?” He asked.

“Yes, you?”

“I love you with everything I have. I’m an idiot. I know, I am but, don’t let my stupidity and utter immaturity ruin us.” I could feel he was worried. I was not always spending time with him. I knew the difference now. I had a life of my own of which he was a big part but, I did not depend on him. This was my lesson.

“I won’t. I’m just out with people. I’ll be back soon,” I smiled.

“I’ll be waiting.”

 —

So, this is exactly my state as of now so, tell me what would you have done. Cause, I’m clueless. 

Or you can tell me how you felt about his imagine and I’ll upload the next one! Waiting!

Here you can tell me. 

Okay. 

-theStylesproject 

Copyright ©theStylesproject 2016: ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. THIS WORK CONTAINS MATERIAL PROTECTED UNDER INTERNATIONAL AND FEDERAL COPYRIGHT LAWS AND TREATIES. NO PART OF THIS WORK MAYBE REPRODUCED OR TRANSMITTED IN ANY FORM OR BY ANY MEANS WITHOUT EXPRESS WRITTEN PERMISSION FROM theStylesproject.