She hates him. Simple as that. She hates his open casual air about him. His smirk that makes it seems like he's hiding something. There are so many things about him she hates. But she loves him. Lucy decides that's what she hates the most.
It's New Years and she can't believe she's in this fucking situation. Her, her friends, his friends. Him. Granted her friends were also his friends and vice-versa. But it still pissed her off that he was there. She refuses to look at him, and instead chooses to fix her eyes on the bright light of the TV. She can feel his eyes looking at her. His obnoxious pink hair isn't helping either.
"Help me look for cards."
It seemed like an innocent request. But she knew this was one of his games. To isolate her from the rest of the group. Worse, her boyfriend wasn't here. Without Loke's presence the temptations ran even higher to go along with whatever Natsu had planned. But she was gonna win this goddamn game for once.
Not surprisingly, they couldn't find any cards and nobody had come to get them. Everyone was celebrating the New Year with alcohol and shenanigans. They went by unnoticed. She had worked her ass off for 4 years building up a careful wall of hatred ever since he humiliated her and broke her heart. She was his play thing. Nothing more. He wouldn't get passed her defenses.
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How the hell was he so charismatic? Lucy swore that he was the Devil himself. Somehow, thirty minutes after her mental pep talk to herself about her forever hatred towards him, she was lying in his arms. She was pretty much leaning against him, his toned arms wrapped around her waist and his head nuzzled in the crook of her shoulder, nudging away her blonde locks. She couldn't help feel guilty. She had Loke for God sake. Yet she couldn't bring herself to push him away.
"You like this, don't you?"
"…No." But he could already taste the lie on her lips, against her neck.
"Liar." She could feel his smirk pressing against her cheek.
She barely manages to spit out a "fuck you," before he pushes her against a bed, and her words are lost to the dark night.
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The blankets pooled around her and the only source of light came from the moonlight streaming through the window. Yet, Lucy's wide brown eyes were nowhere close to getting any sleep. She looked down next to her to see a toned, tan chest and an innocent face underneath disheveled pink hair. Lucy pulled the blanket closer to her and wrapped it around her figure.
"You're a fucking mess, Heartfilia." Her whisper was the only sound that filled the room besides Natsu's light snoring.
She wouldn't be able to face Loke the same way again. Four years of hard hatred down the drain. But she felt so right with him always. The intention was wrong, the situation was wrong, everything in her life was wrong.
Except this.
Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?
