Punk Direction (Niall Horan love story)

“He forced you? That son of a bitch! I swear, I’m going to kill him!” Danny growled as I picked up my books from the table
After school today, Danny pulled me to the nearest café sp we could talk. She noticed my face was pale… well, paler than normal. Through the day I’ve been the subject of whispers in the corners of school. ‘The Good Girl Gone Bad’ that’s what they say. Just because I’m dating a guy that’s in a punk band, and has tattoos. I swear, for people who were taught all the manners in the world, they have none toward people who don’t fit in their group.
Everyone was saying bad things, regardless it was from envy or personal standards, they were whispering about me. I don’t need to tell you how uncomfortable that was right?
The popular group at school was whispering thanks to jealousy. I could tell by the way they looked at me. It was damn uncomfortable, but every time I got a message from Niall, I would eventually get better and forget about the world that surrounded me. A world with shallow people that want what they can’t have.
“You won’t do anything Danny! I have to do this!” I said, getting up
“But Angel…” I cut her off
“It’s my sister Danny, my sister!” I swallowed “I have to do this!”
“I hope you know this is going to mess your relationship up!” She whispered
“I have to do it anyways!” I said
“But is it worth of the trouble you’re getting into with Niall!” I stopped, as she kept walking. When she noticed I wasn’t by her side, she stopped
“It’s my sister!” I almost yelled, attracting some unwanted attention “I would give p my relationship if I had to, no matter how much I love Niall!” Danny swallowed and nodded
“I envy you!” She said when I got next to her
“Why?” I asked “There’s nothing to envy!”
“Are you kidding?! You’re one of the bravest and strongest people I have ever met in my eighteen year of living!”
“I am not brave!” I said “I’m desperate! It’s my little sisters life that’s on stake here!”
“I couldn’t possibly know how that feels like!”
Danny doesn’t have brothers or sisters. She’s the only heir of the Michelson’s fortune when she’s old enough, but we know we’re not rich, our parents are. We just need to push it little bit to get what we want, but still, our parent’s are rich, we aren’t.
I feel sorry for Danny sometimes, because she doesn’t have siblings, because she grew up alone in a huge house. Only when she met me she stopped being alone. We spent all our time together and did the craziest stuff, without getting in trouble of course. She started being happy when she met me, because she wasn’t alone anymore. I’m glad I’m the one who got that done!
“Let’s just stop talking about me okay?” I said as I pushed the door open, making a bell ring.
Outside, the sun still shined and people who were smart enough, were enjoying the rare sunny day we have around here.
“What should we talk about then?” Danny asked
“I don’t know… Brian maybe?” Danny’s cheeks got red immediately
I was so sure she liked him. She was in love with a normal guy, not one of those stupid guys in our school who only care about sex. No, Brian was a good guy and I liked him to death, even if I only talked to him for what… three minutes?
“So… you had sex?” I asked and Danny’s head shot straight up, her cheeks even redder than they were a few second ago
“No!” She said and I widened my eyes
“What do you mean no?” I said
“I mean, no, we didn’t have sex!” She said, opening the car door and we both got in.
“But… why?” I asked.
Okay, to be fair, Danny doesn’t make guys wait. I get why she does what she does. She’s no whore, let’s clear that out if someone is thinking about that. She enjoys sex. Why can guys do that and girls can’t without being called sluts or whores? It’s so stupid… a stereotype. And I hate stereotypes.
“I want to wait!” She said, her blush reddening
“Oh God, that boy must be sent from heaven!” I said, making Danny chuckle
“He might have!” She whispered
“So, why weren’t you at home yesterday when I called?”
“I slept in his house, in his bed… but he didn’t sleep with me!” She said before I could give her the ‘You lied to me’ look
“He slept in the couch?” I asked, she nodded “He likes you too!” I said
“How do you know?” She asked and I rolled my eyes
“Danny, the guy barely has any night off, he could chose to spend it with his sister, but he chose to take you out! Yeah, I guess he sees the best in you, like I do!”
“You think so?” She asked me and I nodded “I hope so!” She whispered to herself
“I knew it!” I said, grinning “You so like him!”
“He’s such a nice guy Johanna! He treated me like a princess all the time, he never said I was hot, he just told me I am… beautiful!” She said, smiling like a girl in love “It was a good feeling… You know, not to feel like an object, like all the point in the date was to have sex in the end of the night!”
“Because a date it’s not supposed to be about sex in the end of ONE date Danny! He’s treating you with the respect you deserve!” I said and the car stopped
“We’re here!” She said
I looked out to see the hospital’s front door. I knew that inside, was my loving boyfriend, taking care of my sick sister. A knot formed in my throat when I thought about telling him what me and Jasper agreed to do on Friday. He’s going to freak out, but a part of me believes he’s gonna do what’s right, and understand my part in the story.
“Thanks Danny!” I said, opening the door and getting out
“You welcome love!” She said
“Try to call Brian, if he’s going to work today, we could keep him company!” I said, winking at her
“Hum… I will!” She said, blushing
“Okay! Bye!” I said, waving.
I turned around to walk inside the hospital. Immediately, the smell impregnating the room reached my nostrils and I had to fight the urge to cover up my nose. I hate the smell of hospitals… urg!
I approached the counter to see the same lady I saw the other day. She smiled sweetly at me.
“Hi love, you want to go see your sister?” I nodded “Your boyfriend is still upstairs! Nice guy he is, you chose wisely!” I grinned at her happily
“I know!” I said
“Go on now!” She said, pointing at the door.
I nodded at her and walked to the door quickly, keeping the same pace as I walked to Jess’s room. I knocked at the door and got in, seeing two of my favorite people in the world in bed. Both under covers, Jess’s head was leaning on Niall’s chest, they were both eating chocolate and other candy, watching cartoons on the TV.
“Wow! What have you done to a simple hospital room?” I asked, approaching them in bed
“Jess here felt like eating candy so I went outside and bought them for her!” Niall said, shaking Jessica’s hairs to wich she snorted
“He can be a nag you know that?” Jessica said and I laughed, nodding
“So I’m a nag now?” Niall said, starting to ticklish her
“No… No! No Niall stop!” Jess squealed as Niall ticklish her armpits
“I’m a nag?” Niall asked
“No, you’re not a nag!” Jess said, tears in her eyes
“I’m glad!” Niall said, stopping and pulling Jess to his lap “Hey you, get here!” He said, patting the spot next to him in the large bed
I put my backpack next to the bed and took my shoes out, getting under the covers immediately. Niall’s arm wrapped around me, pulling me more to him. He kissed the top of my head and I smiled weakly.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the way he will act when he finds out I’m going out with Jasper Friday. I don’t want this to end, this cute side of him, I want it to last forever. I hugged him closer, pulling my sister too, so she was now sat on top of both of us.
“I’m hungry!” Jess said
“I’m too!” I said “But you ate candy all afternoon so you shouldn’t be hungry!” I frowned
“Niall said it’s because of the antibiotics!” I nodded, looking at Niall. He only shrugged “So, can we eat?” She asked.
As soon as she did, someone knocked on the door and opened it next. Mom and dad were there, looking at us with wide eyes. My dad with a slight smile on his face, mom always stern and cold.
“We heard someone say ‘eat’!” Dad said, smiling
“And someone looks like she’s been eating something they shouldn’t!” Mom said, giving Niall a stern look, wich he only shrugged away
“Sorry ma’am, but I was here to take care of Jessica and do what she wanted to do, not what you wanted me to do!” He said, getting up
Dad smiled at him from behind mom, and I bit my lip to keep a laud laugh from escaping.
“Young man…” Niall cut her off
“Don’t ‘young man’ me!” Niall said “Your respect isn’t something I’ll earn even if I try so I won’t bother with respecting you when you clearly don’t respect me, or Johanna’s wishes…” He said, walking towards her “Ma’am!” He spat
I got up from bed too. Dad gave me a smile, and pointed outside with his head, telling me to follow Niall. I grabbed my shoes and his, and my backpack. I ran outside, kissing my dad’s cheek before I closed the door behind me. Why can’t she understand that Jessica was happy with Niall there for her? I swear, I’m far from understanding the woman.
“Johanna!” Niall called from the sofas
“Hi!” I said, putting my shoes on the ground “Here!” I said, giving him his shoes
“Thanks!” He said and I kissed his forehead, taking longer than necessary. God knows how many moments like this I have left “Sorry for that! I didn’t meant to…” I cut him off
“Don’t worry. You were here to help and she ignored that!” I said, sitting on his leg, pulling my shoes to me so I could get on them.
“Tell me again, how is an understandable girl like you with me, especially when the things I do aren’t the least bit understandable?” He asked, wrapping both of his arms around my waist tightly. I laughed.
“Maybe because of that precisely!” I said and Niall kissed my shoulder over the shirt.
“We should go home, you know, eat and rest!” He whispered
“Yeah… we should!” I swallowed
I knew that once we got home, the subject of the date won’t be hidden anymore. I know I have to tell him, but I don’t want to. Just the thought of having to tell him makes my stomach turn and a huge knot appear in my throat. I swallowed it down and got up, leaning to grab my backpack.
“I sure hope you didn’t do that at school, or I’ll have o murder someone!” Niall said, his hand slipping under my skirt, his fingers running over the elastic band of my panties. I felt a pleasureful cold in my stomach and my legs immediately tightened against each other as a reflex “You so want me!” Niall said, his hand making the trail of the band around my waist till he got to the center of my stomach, right under my belly-button.
“Niall…” I whispered “…we’re at the hospital. Put it back in your pants!” I said
“It hasn’t left sweaty!” he whispered in my ear, making a good shiver go down my spine, making me mumble and hold my lower lip captive between my teeth “Not yet!”
“Stop it!” I warned
“Or what?” He asked
“Or you’ll be grounded for a week!” I said sternly and Niall’s hand were removed from me completely
“Okay, okay! I’ll stop!” He said, raising his hands next to his head to indicate surrender, I laughed
“Let’s go, horny-all-the-time!” I said, holding his hand and pulling him towards the exit, my free hand holding the backpacks strap.
I didn’t want to go home, but I wanted to get out of there. The smell, it was giving me headaches already and it’s not pleasureful let me tell you. Niall laughed at my attempt of calling him something to do with sex and let go of my hand to pull me closer to him, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. He kissed the top of my head before we got out of the hospital, maybe because he knew that paparazzi were outside. Luckily, Niall protected me from most of the shots, putting himself in front of me so the flashes wouldn’t bother me that much.
Once we got inside his car, I smiled and kissed his cheek, thanking him silently. We drove to Adriana’s best friends’ house and then Maria’s to give them their bags. It was time for dinner when we got back at home.
My heart beat wasn’t regular, I felt like eat nothing and a huge knot formed in my throat. The time to tell him was now and I know it. I put my bag near the door and followed Niall to the kitchen.
“What do you wanna eat? Spaghetti or Pizza? I have lasagna too!” He said
“Niall!” I called
“Or we can go out to eat if you want, but I would like you to cook and…
“Niall!” I called again
“…because I like your cooking so much!”
“NIALL!” I yelled
“What?” He asked, turning around and frowning with a smile on his lips
“Jasper asked me out!” I whispered, loud enough so he could hear
First, I saw shock in his eyes. He was wondering how bold Jasper had to be to do that to his girlfriend… to me. I knew something like this wasn’t acceptable in Niall’s mind. And that was what I was afraid of. Them, I saw anger. How dared he, Niall must be asking himself. How dared he ask me out when I had a boyfriend already? He had a point alright. I was off limits in deed.
At last, I saw amusement. Like he knew I would tell him no. That made my heart tighten even more in my chest. He was expecting me to tell him I told Jasper no.
“What smart answer did you gave him princess?” He asked, walking towards me, grinning as my gaze turned to the ground
“Yes!” I whispered, looking up
I saw sock, too much shock. And that made me swallow and my heart tightened just a little bit more. Niall approached me, taking steps back until my back were against the wall. He had a hurt look on his face, well disguised as anger.
“What is it? Is it sex? Am I bad or something?” Niall asked, his eyes red of anger
“Are you kidding me? You’re great!” I said “I had to say yes Niall!”
“Why? What have I done to you? Is this because of James? Because of what I told you? Oh God, I should have known better not to tell you!”
“No Niall, it’s not about James!”
“Then what? I don’t like playing the cuckold in a relationship Johanna!” He said, palming the wall behind me with both his hands, keeping my head in the middle.
I narrowed my eyes at him immediately. Serious? He was seriously telling me this? He was the one who had more probability of cheating on me than the other way around. But what angered me the most was how he used those words to hurt me… Because they were meant to hurt me. He was treating me like some slut he met in the club or anywhere else and he’s been screwing... or close to that.
Without thinking twice, my hand connected to his cheek as strongly as I could. The loud noise echoed through the kitchen for ages as his face turned to the side thanks to the strength. He took a step back, holding his cheek, his eyes widening.
“He has the same blood type as my sister!” I said, feeling a breeze moving my bangs, thanks to the window opened “And if you don’t knock it off and try to understand my side of the story, there won’t be any relationship for you to play the cuckold in!” I spat
I saw how his eyes softened for a bit, a small amount of the anger that was turning his eyes red disappeared. But it came back a few second latter with the same strength as before. My hand print was marked on his cheek, the skin that suffered from the impact, swollen. With a growl, Niall punched the wall by my right side and left the kitchen, steaming.
I stood there, my legs shaking and willing to break any second now. I was startled when I heard the loud noise of the door indicating it slammed as hard as it could without breaking. I let my legs give in slowly as I cried loudly, my back running down the wall slowly.
I knew I was alone in the house, he left me here, alone. Why does he have to be such a thick head? He’s hurting me when he does this! If something happened to Greg and Megan asked him out, saying she would make a donation to him, wouldn’t he accept it? Can’t he put himself in my place?
Why can’t he understand me? I’m the most understandable person in the world, why can’t he show me just a little bit of the same courtesy? I hate him! URG!
After a few minutes standing in that position, it was getting uncomfortable so I got up. I looked at the kitchen. The thought of food was making me sick and just from seeing the bag of pasta over the counter make me wanna puke. When I felt everything coming up my throat, I ran to the bathroom, putting the toilet seat up and puked.
After that awful feeling and the unpleasant flavor in my mouth, I let myself fall in the ground again, crying loudly. It was hurting so much! Why? Why does it have to hurt? Why can’t I be one of those strong and cold ass people who don’t care about anything or don’t get hurt? I just want to be like that! Please, let me be like that right now!
Cleaning my tears roughly, I got up and walked upstairs. I didn’t want to eat, or watch TV, I just wanted to get under the covers and cry even more so no one would see. And that’s what I did. I took my shoes out and my skirt, the cardigan next and the shirt, but I put the cardigan back on so I wouldn’t be cold.
I felt awkward immediately. It’s funny how his presence in bed makes all the difference. Warmth, comfortableness, happiness, relaxation… it’s completely different than what I’m feeling now. Pain, cold, sadness, despair, stress.
I hate this, and I never want to do this again for as long as I live.
I hid under the covers, crying silently till four a.m. That was when he came home. I heard him coming up the stairs loudly and for the sounds of it, he was drunk. He stumbled too many times, and hit the walls too. When the door opened, and the small amount of light came from the hall, I peeked through the covers to see him.
His eyes were swollen from staying up so late, his hairs couldn’t be messier, his clothes crumpled and the sent… He reeked of Jack Daniels, or Jim Beam, I have no idea. I only know he was drunk. He took a look at the covers, finding my red eyes under them.
The look he sent me was so cold, I had to hide under the covers again and bite my lip not to cry loudly, because that’s what I wanted to do. I heard him moving in the bedroom and the door of the wardrobe opened. He took something from inside and left the room again.
I went back to crying loudly, hoping he wouldn’t hear me. I don’t know how long I have been like that, but I heard someone yell.
“JAMES! NO!” He yelled “NO!” the last one sounded more like a roar than anything else.
I cried even louder, knowing he wouldn’t accept me if I tried to comfort him. I don’t want to be the receiver of one more of those cold looks of his. So I grabbed the pillow and put it over my head, pressing down in my ears so I wouldn’t hear him. I think it’s excused to say how awful I felt after doing that. I wanted to wake him up, and hug him until he was okay, but my crippled heart couldn’t take it anymore.
It came a time, in a unknown part of the night, that my tears dried. I had none left to cry, so I just stood there, under the covers, my claustrophobia wanting to come out thanks to just one sheet. I stood very still, not moving an inch of my body, my eyes widening, swollen and red, my skin numb everywhere, my lips were swollen too, but I don’t know why. I was in shock. I was broken.
I was sad.
In the morning, when the alarm clock went off, I immediately turned it off as a reflex. I wanted to slam that thing against the wall just from turning my migraine worst. I wanted to sty the day in bed, trying to get a decent time of sleep, but without a proper reconciliation, that won’t happen.
So, I got up, and opened my bag to take the skinny jeans out, pulling them up and buttoning them. I grabbed my shirt too, and put it on, taking my cardigan off first. I had no strength left to do a braid or anything decent to my hair, so I just left, the today straightened hairs, hang free over my breasts, covering them over my white shirt. I pulled the sleeves till my elbows, using the button the shirt had to keep it that way. I grabbed a black headband from my bag and put it on my head, only leaving my bangs in front of it.
I walked downstairs silently, hoping Niall hadn’t woke up just yet and walked to the kitchen where I had left my phone. I walked past the living room. I saw Niall sleeping, lying on the couch, hugging himself thanks to the cold. It hurt even more to know he rather be cold than be next to me.
I grabbed my phone once I got to the kitchen and dialed Danny’s number.
“Hello?” She asked sleepily
“Hi, it’s me! You think you can pick me up?” I asked
“Oh that bad hu?” I swallowed the tears I didn’t have
“Yes!” I said
“Wait a minute, I’m putting you on speaker!” She said “Done, now tell me what happened while I get dressed!”
I told her everything that happened last night, hearing a few noses in the background, indicating she really was getting ready to pick me up. I’m glad she’s my friend. Because, let’s be honest. Which friend gets up an hour earlier than necessary to help you? Only the best of best friends ever. At some point I ended up sitting in the island of the kitchen, only sobbing dryly.
“I’m in front of the door love!” Danny said sweetly
“I’m coming out!” I said, sobbing, and hanged up.
I walked out of the kitchen to the living room where Niall was still asleep. I silently approached him, kneeling in front of him. I pulled the blanket upper so it covered his exposed arms so he wouldn’t be so cold.
“I love you Nialler!” I said, kissing his forehead latter.
Let’s be honest. He might have put me through hell, but I still love him as deeply as someone can love another human being. I hate that I love him, and last night I really reached a point where I hated him more than I loved him for getting me like this, but then I had a reality check and noticed I hated myself from putting me and him both through this.
I got up and walked to the door, opening it. I saw Danny’s car and got in immediately.
“Wow, you look terrible!” She said
**
I opened the car door at the end of the day, tanking Danny for the ride.
“Thanks love!” I weakly said
“You welcome love, you know I’m here!” I nodded
“I know!” I said “I should go inside!”
“You should, it’s getting could outside Angel! Now go!” I nodded and closed the door
“Bye!” I waved and she started the car
I sighed, resigned that I had to go inside and turned around, facing the already opened door. Niall was standing there, looking sternly at me.
“Why didn’t you call so I could pick you up?” He asked me coldly. I narrowed my eyes. Okay, I won’t sit here and hear him being hostile to me and do nothing about it. The sucker can go insult someone who’s afraid of him.
“Like you would pick me up! What were you expecting? Me to call you so you could hang up on me? No, I don’t think so!” I said, walking in his direction and passing by him.
“We’re going out tonight!” He said
“I don’t want to!” I simply said, walking to the kitchen and grabbing an apple. I was starving, and this is the first thing I am putting in my stomach since last night.
“It’s with the guys, they miss you!” He said
“I’m glad to see you don’t!” I whispered to myself
“What?” Niall asked
“I’ll go… for the boys!” I said, narrowing my eyes at him once I turned around
“Fine!” He said, turning around to leave the kitchen.
After he left, the pain and tightening didn’t leave, but what did left was the tension. I had to distract myself so I finished eating my apple and grabbed my phone. I decided to text Nick. He’s a great friend, even if I only talked to him that day when I got mad at Niall.
We talked about a lot of stuff. Danny and her crush about him, Niall and me, wich I lied to him about since I didn’t really want to talk about it, his mom, his job, his employers. He knows Brian from school. They were in the same class and were pals. That’s great, maybe that’s why they are both such great guys!
“Are you ready?” Niall asked, walking inside the kitchen
“No!” I said as coldly as he talked to me.
“Then hurry up, I don’t feel like waiting for you!” I shivered
“Then don’t!” I said, walking past him, making my shoulder collide against him “I hate you!” I lied and turned around to go to the room.
I threw something on. And when I say something, I say the most basic things I have in my bag, wich is a pair of light skinny jeans and a white t-shirt that left my shoulder exposed. I put my sneakers on and a leather jacket Danny had landed me a few years ago. It used to be long, now it hit my waist.
“Finally!” Niall said, without taking his eyes off his phone “Are you ready?”
“Yes!” I said, walking down the hallway till the door. I opened it and got out, being followed by him.
“Johanna, Johanna!” We heard someone yelling, only to notice it was a small group of paparazzi
Niall’s hand shot to my waist immediately, but I uncomfortable moved it away, looking up at him. I saw him smiling, it looked real at first but it was as dirty as the sneakers I had since I was twelve.
“Don’t try to fake that we’re okay! I still hate you!” I saw him swallowing, but the hardness of his eyes returned to him.
“Fine!” He spat, walking to his car alone, and getting inside all by himself.
I walked to the car too, being followed by the paparazzi. I couldn’t really listen to their questions as I felt like I was in my own bubble. I just opened the car and got inside, sitting as far away from the person who put all the pain inside me as I could.
The ride was awkward and silent. It made me want to cry to sleep, but I was stronger than that. I could handle a bit of roughness from his side. When we got to the club, it was the usual. We got inside first than other people, we found the guys in V.I.P. section and sat in the couches for half a night. I felt like our stress had spread to the rest of them, like we were the lynch pin who kept everyone happy and relaxed.
It wasn’t until Niall got up, than everything returned to normal. Everybody was talking as I just held my head with my hands, my elbows supporting in my knees. I had to figure this out somehow. But it wasn’t my fault we’re like this, it’s his fault for being a prick who doesn’t want to understand my side of the story.
I hate that I love him so much!
I just feel like punching him out of the blue, or slapping him again, or even yelling at him. What’s happening to me? I’m not like this!
It’s your bitter side, Johanna! You’re exhaling bitterness right now! My brain told me, and I decided to trust it.
I took a deep breath, looking around the club, trying to find something more interesting to look at then the happy couples in front of me. But what I found made my heart tighten in my chest.
I got up immediately and ran down the stairs till I was in the middle of the dance floor, where he was practically dry humping another girl. I touched his back with a finger, trying to make him look at me.
“What?” He grumbled
“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked
“Why do you care?” He asked, letting the girl alone and turning to me
“Because I love you!” I bitterly said
“Well, you’re acting like a slut, so I won’t say it back, even if I fell it!”
“I’ve been called worst!” I said
“Like what?” He asked before he turned
“Your girlfriend!” I said, showing him my back and walked away.
When he realized what those words mean, I was away from him already, and a pair of hands held my waist. I looked back to see Nick smiling at me. I smiled back at him as strongly as I could and jumped at him, hugging him.
“What are you doing here?” I asked him over the music
“I decided to come party with some friends!” He told me, signaling to a group of guys near us. I waved shyly, to wich all of them replied like me “You wanna dance?” He asked me and I nodded simply
I turned around, showing him my back and decided to go with my gut. I didn’t have a single drop of alcohol in me, but still, I felt like I knew how to dance. I moved my hips against his as we sexily danced in the dance floor, surrounded by other people. I moved my bum too much and my torso jut moved to the right and left, his hands holding my waist.
I felt a hand grabbing my arm roughly and soon enough I was pressed against a wall. I only saw his face in front of mine, his lips inches away from mine.
“You’re mine!” He growled, cupping my through my jeans.
I felt my body shivering and my back straightened immediately as a reflex. They felt tight and uncomfortable in me, so I reached the conclusion that I was horny. I, Johanna Skyes, was horny and needy. It was overwhelming, and I can’t deal with overwhelming right now.
“Do you have any idea of how much I love you and you don’t care!” I said, my eyes watery from the mix of feelings.
He widened his eyes and pulled back till his body was a stiffened board in front of me. I closed my eyes, the two tears I promised myself would be the only ones in the night, running down my cheeks.
“Who told you I didn’t care? I care alright, but you’re going out with him Johanna… with him. If archenemies exist, he’s mine!” He said
“I DON’T LOVE HIM!” I yelled from the top of my lungs as there was a pause in the music so it changed to the next one “I FUCKING LOVE YOU!”
I pushed him back. I looked at the ground, hugging myself. I’m going crazy. First I tell him I hate him, then I tell him I love him… What’s wrong with me? Urg! I should hate him for making me suffer this much. Seeing him with another girl…? You just don’t do that. What the hell is wrong with you?
“I wanna go home!” I said as I hugged myself
“Princess…” I cut him off
“I wanna go home!” I said strongly, looking up to him before he nodded.

Notes

Sooooo... hunf, what is it with these guys and getting angry allt he time you may ask? Well, if it's easy, it isn't love right? That's what my momma uses to say.
I hope you lik the chapter, if you don't then don't kill me Pwease!
Ahah, love you :))