Sooooo, Hi! Yea just wanted to tell you guys the BH will have an update by Friday! Sorry for that long ass wait too. Anyways, I don't know if I wanna makes this a chapter story or just leave it as a one shot. I have the story thought out BTW~. Enjoy or and for the angst in here blame Sam (CodyRhodesFan) for it. I was reading her fanfics. She really is an amazing author and even more amazing for reading my long ass profile XD. Enjoy guys.

I wanted him. I wanted to feel him. To know that he didn't mean those things he said after getting out of bed. After telling me we didn't "make love" it was just sex. But, he was hung over and I was heartbroken. I should have known that telling someone you love them while you're drunk didn't mean shit. But, I didn't and now I was left in a bed alone after being used.

It happened after we went to a club. It was right after we sat down and had too many beers. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me close.

"Can I talk to you about something?" he said to me. I nodded my head and he began to talk again.

"I know we've been friends for a while but, I feel things for you. I mean I can't get you out of my head. You're dark eyes are in my dreams and I really like you. I want to take you out sometime if you want. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I love you."

I blushed and looked down. The man of my dreams just confessed his love for me. Sure he had a little too many but, that didn't mean much right? Wrong.

"You really mean all that?" I asked looking back up at him. His blue eyes seemingly smiling at me.

"I do. I really love you." He said back. At this point I should stop him from kissing me. Marking me. But, I wanted him to mark me. Make me his like I always dreamed. Now he grabbed me by the hand as we left that club went to his car and began to make out even more. I didn't know how we lost our pants or how I ended up giving him a full on blowjob. I loved him. I loved him.

Soon we went back to the hotel and he whispered in my ear asking me if we could go to my room. I nodded my head yes. This was my first step in losing what little pride I had left. What little hope I had left for a good, long relationship over. Just like that.

We "made love" that night. His thrusts more powerful every time. I lost control as did he and we came together and he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close and whispered things I longed to hear. I fell asleep with a smile on my face thinking in the morning he would kiss me and take me out for breakfast. Fat fucking chance.

I woke up first to see him still asleep and I smiled. He was still here with me after last night so he had to mean what he said. No way.

I pulled the sheet up to cover my chest as he began to wake up. I smiled seeing him look around.

"Good morning Johnny." I said cheerfully. He looked over and sighed. I turned me head to the side wondering why he sighed. I put my head on his chest and snuggled into him. He didn't jerk away. He put his hand on my head and began to comb his fingers through my hair. I looked up to begin to talk to him.

"So, I was thinking that maybe-you know-we could get some breakfast and talk about-"He cut me off as he began to sit up. I picked up my head to look at him.

"Matt…what happened last night was a one-time thing okay? I-I didn't mean what I said I just had one too many and I guess I would have said anything to get you in bed. I'm sorry but, this…" he said gesturing between us. "Isn't gonna work." I sat right up feeling the tears begin to roll out. I shook my head in disbelief.

"John I don't-what?" I couldn't make sense of this. I thought we would wake up to be happy. He rose out of bed and began to put his clothes on.

"You said you loved me. Did I do something wrong? If I did I'm sorry John. Please don't leave me." I got on my knees while still on the bed with the cover wrapped around me.

"John please." John walked to the door. He looked back at me shook his head and walked out. I began to cry. Hard. I felt like a –a slut. A whore. A person who was just used. I crawled over to lay back down; sobbing into my pillow.

Many people said if you ever played with John Cena you would get burned. I, Matt Hardy just learned that one personally.