How to be a Heartbreaker
Summary: Inspired by the song, by Marina and Diamonds, 'How to be a Heartbreaker'.
The weirdest way for me to find inspiration for a story, is listening to Marina and the Diamonds on Spotify, and an idea for a story pops into my head. It's short; I never intended it to become a full-blown story.
This was written while I get through my writer's block with my other Glee fanfic.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, still, sadly. :'(
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Rule number one was to have fun. I had fun, every night. Going out, dancing in clubs, kissing a stranger, waking up the next morning, ain a different bed every time.
Rule number two was not to get attached. That way, I had nothing to lose. No-one to lose. It was simpler, that way. More fun.
Rule number three was wearing my heart on my sleeve. Didn't tell people anything about me, I stayed a mystery. They were more intruiged that way, they all thought they could work me out, the 'impossible puzzle'. They all thought they were the one who could finally get to the core of my heart.
But none of them succeeded.
Rule number four look the part. They all fell for the 'little miss innocent' act easily. They liked the idea I'd never been touched, before. Like they were the only people who could make me feel that way.
It used to always work. Until I met him.
The one who made my defences crumble, the black heart I thought I had; beat madly. He was the person I'd do anything for, just to get a taste of him, a touch.
I met him wanting more.
And then, suddenly, I wasn't the girl I used to be, anymore.
I was a girl in love, a weak girl. In love with Darren Criss.
And I hated it.