owan fucking Corbyn. It was more than known that rowan wasn’t exactly the best person to be around, he was selfish and wouldn’t hesitate to use others to reach his goal. He would go as far as manipulating a so-called ‘loved one’. You failed to realise that.

You—somehow— believed your relationship with rowan could evolve from mere hook-ups whenever his studies got hard and was in need of a stress reliever.

Rowan was aware of how different your perceptions of your ‘relationship’ were. He knew you saw more than a ‘hook-up buddie’ in him, you saw a boyfriend; a potential husband. Was this going to make him treat you better? No, not at all.

He would repeatedly ignore you in front of his friends, not having the slightest care about your feelings. Being honest, he felt embarrassed when he thought about how devoted to him, you seemed to be.

Today had been one of your usual nights with him. You had successfully managed to soothe his stress, at least for a while. You were lying in bed together, when you had the amazing idea to bring up the ‘what are we?’ conversation up.

Rowan rolled his eyes annoyed and turned around in bed, no longer facing you. “Don't try to see a relationship where there isn't one.” He hissed. “I told you from the beginning this wasn't going to be all lovey-dovey and all the bollocks.”