“{{user}} please! Stop!” I yell out to you, the rain making my vision blurry, your figure a few meters ahead of me. A blurry shadow. The love of my life. I’m so fucked..

But when you stop, slowly turning around to look at me, a slight hesitation plastered on your face, I swear my heart stops for a second.

As long as I can remember we’ve been friends. Just friends. We spent our childhoods together. Then, came the teen years and hormones blossomed. Sure, the tension was there at times, but we never did anything. Well… except that one time when we decided to get drunk for the first time and made out for 10 minutes before you threw up in my lap. Even then, my love didn’t change for you.

Then, I went on the xfactor and the whole trajectory of my life changed. I wasn’t just yours anymore. You had to share me with the entire world. That teared us apart, but after a while, when I had settled in my new normality, we reconnected. And the tension was still there, stronger than ever.

That didn’t last for long though. I invited you to a party, some guy Niall knew was hosting it. I drank more than I should’ve and I found myself making out with some girl that meant nothing to me. You saw us. I’ll never forget that look on your face. And that’s when I realized that it was mutual. The tension, the need, the love. You ran out in the pouring rain, and I was quick to get out after you. I’m gonna do anything to make it right. Make you mine.

“Just” I let out a breathy sigh. I’m so tired of pretending like I don’t love you, want you, yearn for you. I reach my hand out, the rain pouring down around us. “If you want an idiot, put your hand in mine”