Hum.... I think that by now I lost aaaaall my readers and reviewrs. But who cares? XD I love the story too much.

So... if you ARE reading, don´t hate Tallulah too much, ok? She has issues -like The Sats and their hearts, but not so much-.

I have two more chapters to go, and then.... to the sequel! Is already started and I'm on chapter 11, I think, so that one is going to have quicker updates.

Anyway.

Love!

XOXO

Odd.

XIX

It could be better.

It wasn't the best thing to think about when you were in a serious relationship for the first time since you were six years old and decided that the cute blonde boy that you just threw your crayon at could be your boyfriend.

But I couldn´t help it.

It wasn´t because I was expecting something else from him, because he was kinda perfect in his own way, but more because I was thinking of a Maggie-and-Danny kind of awesome or a Tom-and-Gio kind of cute.

Harry and I were nothing like them.

And maybe that was the bad thing, right?

Not that we were nothing like them, but that I kept looking at others to compare my relationship with. I knew it wasn´t good or healthy, but I couldn´t help it. I wasn´t even sure of the reason for that and I was starting to-....

"That's because you're scared, stupid."

I was startled when I heard Fletch's voice so close to me, and not because he was supposed to be in the arena but because… well, because of his words.

"Scared of what?" I wondered after realizing that he hadn´t any possible way to know what I was thinking about.... Right?

Maybe he's an alien?.... Ok, girl, too much time with McFly and Dougie particularly.

"Of letting yourself depend on someone else and give him ways to hurt you more than ever." He stated in a matter-of-fact kind of way that should be made illegal. Seriously.

Wow.

"And how would you know?"

"I just know it, ok? You're probably looking for every little thing to decide this is not the right thing for you so you can run off. The tour is about to end so you're probably hoping to never see him again if you happen to find a good enough excuse."

…Ok… Now he is scaring me.

"… That makes me a coward, right? Or a very bad person?" I asked, pulling my legs to my chest and hiding my head between my knees.

"None of those, girl. It's actually reasonable that you feel like that if we consider how you took the relationships before Harry." Fletch sat next to me in the 'living room' of the tour bus and put an arm around my shoulders. The boys from the band were doing the sound check in the venue, so we were left with some peace.

"Thanks for that, huh?" I said arching an eyebrow, smirking at him, but Fletch didn´t even flinch. He just elbowed me. "Ok, ok. I am trying to find excuses, alright? I'm the worst. I need to feel ok with this but… I keep trying to find things to complain about and to show that he is not all what I thought he was and that he doesn´t care for me at all."

"Tallulah, the guy was this close to breaking his nose with a friend just because he was jealous. Don´t you think he cares enough?"

Oh, well… He did have a point…

"Fine, that's fair enough. I'll try to stop being paranoid about it." I accepted, nodding slowly.

Fletch grinned at me and nudged my shoulder. "That's good enough to start. Just enjoy the day. And only…"

"Hey, are you trying to steal my girlfriend, dude? Not cool."

Fletch and I turned toward the door to find Harry with his arms crossed over his chest and a small glare in his eyes. Fletch grinned even wider than before as he stood up. "I'm not, Haz. She was wondering where you were, actually."

Harry smirked and took his manager's place on the sofa next to me. "Well, now I'm here so no need to try and replace me with Fletch. I'm way too sexy for that insult." He laughed.

"Hey!" Fletch complained, but after winking at me, he left, closing the door after him.

"Hi, girlfriend." Harry said softly, hugging me. I cuddled against his chest in a disgustingly sweet gesture. But I couldn´t help it.

I seriously couldn´t.

And that was scary.

I never was a cuddly type of girl….

"Hi, boyfriend." I smiled, kissing his cheek and ignoring the way I was feeling inside. Fletch's words still rang in my head and I didn´t want to ruin everything just because I was freaking scared out of my mind. It wasn't fair.

"Did you miss me in all this time we were apart?" He wondered at the edge of laughing, intertwining his fingers with mine. I smiled. Couldn´t help it. Again… So maybe we were disgustingly cute, but so were Tom and Gio and no one cared about them, right? And I was happy. And they were happy, too. So it shouldn´t be something to be worried about. It wasn´t normal.

"Well… If I have to be completely honest, I think that maybe I'd missed your guitar more than I missed you…" I said pensively.

"I don´t play the guitar, Tallulah."

"Really? Then I mixed my boyfriends up again. Sorry." I sighed. "You're the drummer or the model? Or maybe even the-...?"

"Tallulah!" Harry complained, but didn´t let me explain anything and dropped his hands to my waist, starting to tickle me senselessly.

"No! Stop!" I yelled, trying to fight him off. Of course, it didn´t work. "Please! I won´t be held responsible for the damage I cause!"

"Oh, so you're going to cause damage?" He mocked me, grabbing both my hands with one of his while he used the other to keep on tickling me.

"Yes, I am! So please stop!!" I laughed.

"Nope, this is too much fun!" Harry grinned, putting one leg over my waist while moving me between his legs. He leaned towards me and stopped when his nose touched mine. "… But I have a show to rock and hundreds of fans to woo."

"Oh, yeah... You mean the hundreds of fans that come here to see Dougie, Tom and Danny but would be satisfied if they got you because you actually touched them?" I asked grinning like a Cheshire cat… Or the Mad Hatter, I was never sure who my laugh resembled more…

"That wounds me, Lula. You're mean when you want to be. You've hurt me beyond words and now I'm not sure what I should do with you…" He said pouting at me. "But… I guess I could forgive you if you kissed me."

I laughed, and snaked my arms to his neck so I could moved toward him, kissing his lips softly. Harry smiled and grabbed my neck before I could go back to lay my head on the sofa.

"That's not even a good kiss. Are you sure you want me to forgive you?" He wondered right before capturing my lips with his owns, kissing me like the world depended on it. He was so good at it that it made me wonder how better could he get if the world was actually ending.

And that was when I realized I wanted to be there with him if that happened. I wanted to be near him till the world end.

I had never wanted that with anyone. Not even my family.

So I could ignore my fears, hoping for them to finally disappear, because I loved him-...

I mean liked him.

Nothing more.

… Yet.

It was just like that.

But maybe… maybe, if I was given enough time, I could really fall in love with Harry Judd –because I wasn´t in love yet.

Just in like. In like. In like.

And that was scary.

But thrilling at the same time.

So maybe I should stop worrying, like Fletch said, and just enjoy it.

…Right?

"Now you're forgiven. I love the way you taste." He said grinning as he moved off of me and helped me to my feet.

"And how do I taste? Like Amortensia?" I asked grinning. Harry looked confused for a second or two until he comprehend what I had just said.

"Way too much Harry Potter for you. You're going to focus on other Harry from now on." He said, kissing the tip of my nose. I laughed, pouting my lips.

"I just realized something." I said. Something way too anticlimactic, but I wasn´t going to tell him that. He was going to find out eventually. Like... in the next two seconds. "Harry and James. Harry Potter and James Potter."

He glared at me. "And what does that have to do with anything, huh?"

"Nothing. It's just something I thought. You two are alike. And you don´t hate him, you know?" I said, just to make sure he knew. If he had started to hate his friend then I would be in deep troubles.

"Of course not. I was just angry with him because he seemed to be having so much more success with you than myself and I hated that. I was seriously contemplating changing completely for you, you know?"

I stared at him surprised. Even when he said that with a joking undertone, it was something quite important to be said. I had never contemplate changing for anyone.

….Except maybe James, but I couldn´t say that, now, could I?

So I did the only thing I could think of.

I hit his arm with all the force I could mustered up. "You're stupid." I stated over his moaning of pain.

"I'm not!"

"Yes, you are. You're so stupid I'm not sure how you got to graduate in Uppingham."

"I'm not stupid, Tallulah!" He complained.

"If you weren´t stupid, you would know that that it is not the way to sweep a girl off of her feet, idiot. Since you don´t, you're stupid."

"What do you mean that way, huh?"

"I mean fighting with another man for her. It's not good. Really. Hadn´t you watch Desperate Housewives at all?" I asked surprised. Jesse Metcalfe knew all there it was to be known about love there.

…. And don´t you dare to contradict me.

He looked at me arching one eyebrow, confused. "What has Desperate Housewives to do with anything, huh?"

"Urgh, you are a lost case. You're never going to be Jesse." I sighed disappointed.

"Of course not. I'm hotter."

"Well…. Yeah, maybe." I laughed, accepting his pull on my waist to pushed me to him. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him.

"You're going to the arena, right? I want to show off my girlfriend some more. We have new technicians here that don´t know you're with me."

"You've been showing me off for more than a week now! Can´t I show you off once in a while?"

He shook his head. "Nope." Harry stated, kissing my cheek and linking his arm with mine as we walked out of the tour bus. "Because you're so much better than me." He whispered before we were engulfed by the sound of the arena.

I smiled when I heard him and my cheeks turned scarlet –or at least that's what I'm going to assume since they felt hot as hell.

Yes. Everything was going great.

I could stop worrying now and just… enjoy.

……………. Yeah, even then I was that good at denial.

Harry held my hand the rest of his free time, until he was needed to get on stage. He kissed me one last time and bid me goodbye with a big smile, waving at me as he got ready to jump the stage. I wished the boys good luck, and waited patiently for Maggie to finish her own goodbye with Danny to grab her by the arm and drag her to the VIP room.

That night, the VIP was full of annoying bimbos that came out of god knows where. They were squealing, jumping up and down with the only objective of making their breasts bounce with them, fixing their makeup, applying lip gloss and talking about how super hot the band was. It didn´t make me jealous, at all, but I could tell that Maggie was pondering killing one or two –or three, or four or the whole lot - of those platinum blonde girls.

"Come on, Mags. Chill." I said, linking my arm with hers when Do Ya started sounding in the arena. I dragged her toward the edge of the VIP to leaned over the balcony and watched McFly move around the stage. "He loves you, right?" I asked when I noticed she kept glaring at one of the girls near her, and then I talked louder than before with the sole purpose of making the bimbos listen to me. "And he married you and not any of those wannabe blondes. It's kinda obvious that he prefers them brunette." I said grinning.

Maggie looked up at me with the beginning of a smile, not realizing how loud I had spoken. "Yeah, you're probably right. But still. Doesn´t it annoy you? That Harry has so many girl willing to be there if he ever decides he doesn´t want you anymore?" She asked in a low voice. I knew she wasn´t talking about me at all and that she was explaining how she felt with Danny sometimes, but it still hit too close of home.

She was right. What if Harry decided I bored him? He could have any girl he wanted with just the snap of his fingers and I would be left alone, hating myself for not choosing the other option.

Maybe I'll save a lot of heartbreak by just ending things with Harry right now!

But that sounded wrong in so many levels, that I decided I was just being stupid. And I probably was.

Besides, I felt utterly guilty for talking about James like that, so I stop thinking about that all together.

"No. And you wanna know why?" I said with a fake smile that I had mastered up to look perfect. She nodded. "Because Harry is not the one with the many fans. Tom and Dougie are. And maybe even Danny. But seriously not Harry."

"Lula!" She scolded me but the effect was completely broken when she started laughing.

"Excuse me, are you talking about Harry Judd?" One of the girls asked us, rudely interrupting our conversation while she stared at us with fishy eyes.

"No, better question. Are you Danny's wife?" Another asked looking at Maggie with a disgusted expression in her clear blue eyes.

Ok, no one messes with my friends, bitch!

"Yes, she is. Any problem with that?" I snapped. I was a little too protective with my friends, so sue me.

"Well… Danny's girl should be a slender, sexy, well-dressed girl. Not someone like… her. No offense there, honey, but you don´t look the part." Bitch number one said with an apologetically smile. Completely fake. Maggie looked at her with wide hurt eyes but she didn´t say anything.

"Oh em gee!!!" Suddenly squealed Slut-of-the-week. She sounded like a banshee. She probably was, and that was why she dyed her hair blonde, so no one would recognized her and no one would know they were about to die. Evil whore… "Are you pregnant?! That's why he's marrying you! It is, right? I knew it!" She yelled as if she had just found out the reason to life.

I was more than tempted to hit her right in her face.

"Hey, there. Stop talking like that to my friend just because you're not interesting enough to get yourself a real date. She may not be anorexic, sluttish, and not lack completely of a real personality, but she's a million times better than all of you put together!" I snapped angry. I'm not really sure that had any grammatical coherence, but it sounded great at that time and it had the desired effect. Bitch number one glared at me, and the rest looked like fishes out of the water with their open mouths and big wide eyes.

"Lord, there's no need to get so annoyed. If you love her and can´t say anything because she's married, don´t try to get it out on us. It's not good." Goldilocks said with a flip of her hair, and a malicious smile thrown at me.

"Girls, why don´t we just enjoy the show?" Fletch, who had been observing everything, probably, interrupted us with a conciliatory smile.

"But she's insulting us!" Bitch number one complained, but in front of the threat to be throw out of the arena, she sighed defeated and went to her far corner. Slowly, the rest of the girls follow her. All except Goldilocks-the-Slut, who glared one last time at Maggie and me.

"You think you're superior than us, but you really aren´t. I can get whatever you have with the snap of my fingers." She said with the smirk of the Evil Stepmother, before turning around and going to the drinks table.

"I'll kill her. Fletch, Maggie, I'll kill her and then I'll feed her to her friends in…. in…. empanadas!" I muttered through clenched teeth.

"No, you won´t. You'll behave, ok? I can´t deal with a murdered girl here when the tour is so close to end. Please." Fletch said putting a hand on my shoulder. I sighed.

"Fine, I won´t. Only for you. But if she comes near me again, I'm not sure how much I can keep up with that promise."

"I'll make sure she stays away, ok?" He accepted, patting us before walking out.

"Thanks, Lula." Maggie grinned at me when we were left alone. "For defending me."

"Hey, girl. It's the least I can do. If it was for me, I would have choked her with her own hair but I thought that was way too dramatic."

"It does have its charm, though. Picture the scene, it's pretty dramatic." Maggie joked, elbowing me softly.

"Well, you know me. Dramatic it's my second name." I laughed, as the first chords of It's all about you started to sound all across the arena and we paid attention to the boys again.

"Well," Danny started on the stage, showing a wide smile on his sweaty face multiplied on its size by the gigantic screen. "…at this rate everyone knows that the next song was written for a lovely girl by our very own Thomas Fletcher." He said, stopping when the yells from the crowd were too loud for him to speak. "Yeah, exactly, for Giovanna! But tonight I'm going to borrow it –and since it's the band's song I won´t even have to pay for the copyrights!." The crowd laughed at his joke as, next to me, Maggie started to blush. I smirked, hugging her. She was way too cute. "So, tonight, Tom, this song goes to a different girl, a girl that means the world to me. Because it's all about you, babe." And with that, the song started to play, with a last look of Casanova himself toward the VIP.

"See? I told you!" I squealed like a fan girl. It wasn´t everyday that you got a song dedicated to one of your best friends for the front man of a famous band.

She grinned. "Yes!" she squealed back, jumping up and down as she hugged me. It was amazing the way those two loved each other no matter how everything had started between them. They were clearly more than meant to be. I was so happy for both of them, and at the same time…

… At the same time, I was a little envious.

Because I knew Harry and me could never have something like that. It wasn´t in our nature. We were far too independent and proud to let the other in to such a complete degree.

Or at least I was.

That was the exact moment when I suddenly had a weird feeling about my relationship with Harry. Like something… bad was going to happened. Like… when you know you shouldn´t wear those new Jimmy Choo heels you bought because you just know it's going to rain even when the Weather Man says it's going to be all sunny and beautiful? And then it rains? Well, a feeling like one of those.

And I started to internally freak out again. So many 'What if's' to worry about…

But I ignored it all as soon as The Last Song started sounding and I couldn´t keep wondering in my own thoughts anymore. No one should know it, but The Last Song is probably my favorite song of McFly.

The show ended not too long after that, with the proper goodbye and all. Not even half an hour later, Tom, Harry, Danny and Dougie were in the VIP with us, barely cleaned up but with a new set of clothes on. Everyone hurried up to congratulated them, especially the fan girls from before, but I waited patiently until Harry was left alone near the food to approach him. I didn´t want to get near to him when he was surrounded by sluts, because I wasn´t sure yet where I stand in public matters. And that stupid feeling of fatality –way too dramatic, I know- kept bugging me, that too.

"Hello, girlfriend." He grinned, kissing my cheek. I made a face at him and shook my hands like a diva.

"Ew!! You stink!" I complained and then broke up laughing. Harry smirked and hugged me.

"I'm not even as sweaty as I was the other night and you weren´t complaining about it." He whispered huskily in my ear.

Well, how could I complain when the boy was doing marvelous things with his tongue, huh?

It's impossible!!

"That's because I fainted from the smell." I laughed. "How did you like the show? Was if good enough to make it to a DVD?"

"Girl, every show is DVD worthy!" Harry exclaimed happily. I smiled at him, until Goldilocks appeared in my line of vision. She was the devil, surely. Or the Devil's Spawn.

… Or maybe even one of the sluts that shagged the Devil, like in that manga about heaven and hell. Yeah, that was more like it.

"Oh, hi, Harry!" She exclaimed with the most –bloody fake- innocent look she could mustered, offering her cleavage as an offering to the Gods. Of course, he being a guy, Harry couldn´t help looking, but in his favor I have to say that he didn´t stare too much.

"Hi…"

"Imogen, but you can call me Gen." she smiled sunnily. "Could you please give me your autograph? I'm your biggest fan! The way you drum it's amazing! I think you're one of the best drummers of our generation, if not the best."

Harry smiled widely, excited, and I started to feel left out.

And jealous, but mostly left out.

Why was he so excited about something a slut was telling him?!

I could tell him that any time if that was what he wanted! He shouldn´t feel so pathetically pleased with himself for what she said!

But then I realized what I was doing.

I was standing by the side of my boyfriend, while another girl flirt with him.

And he was letting her!

"What do you want me to sign?" Harry asked, interrupting whatever I was about to say. I turned to glared at him, furious. And that scared me a little, because when I was furious, I said stupid things and did stupid things too impulsively to even picture what I could do.

"Well… I don´t have any paper here…" Gen the slut pouted but then her face falsely lit up. "But it would be so wicked if you could sign my shirt! I have a Sharpie somewhere here!" She squealed, looking inside her purse for a marker that she took out of it when she was sure she had done a great show of showing her tits to the whole world and a more than willing Harry.

I wanted to hit him so hard.

Except I didn´t.

I decided I could give him a chance. I knew I was being way too over dramatic, but I wasn´t feeling like been rational. And I was probably still looking for excuses.

Because there was no way in hell that I was jealous.

At all.

No matter what I said earlier.

I'm so much better than her.

"I've never signed a shirt before! That's always Danny." Harry grinned, grabbing the sharpie and leaning toward her. His words sent my chance to hell. "Where do you want me to sign it?"

"Oh, here would be just perfect!" Gen said pointing to the area over her breasts. I clenched my fist, hoping that only picturing me killing her with her own extensions could be enough, because I trusted –or wanted to trust- Harry to see what she was doing and denied it.

But the stupid Harry followed her!

He leaned even more towards her, putting a hand on her shoulder to steady himself and he started to write over her breasts.

I decided I didn´t need to witness that.

And I wasn´t going to.

If only because Fletch had asked for no dead girls that night.

"I'm going." I announced, turning around without paying attention to Harry's voice when he asked me what was wrong or to Gen's victorious smirk.

Stupid Harry.

Stupid mother fucker Harry!

I was going to find a boy that looked like James or a famous man and asked him to sign my boobs just to annoy HIM.

Yeah, that sounds like a good enough plan.

It was too bad the only famous guys around were McFly.

"I'm starting to think every little thing I tell you goes from one ear and get outs of the other." Fletch muttered next to me when I was stuffing some fancy looking sandwich in my mouth.

When I get frustrated, I eat. Deal with it.

"Well, then maybe I should stop wearing earring so your great words won´t go to waste." I muttered darkly. Fletch stared at me for a second or two and then sighed.

"I'll say it loud, clear and slow for you to understand it. Stop. Looking. for. Excuses." He said.

"I'm not."

"Then why is Imogen all over your boyfriend, then? Go there and do something!" He exclaimed.

I glared at him. "She's there because my stupid boyfriend let her. And I won´t do anything when it's clear he wants her there."

"So you're blind, too?" Fletch wondered. "He doesn´t seem at all that comfortable."

I condescended a look over at Harry and Gen because it couldn´t do any wrong, only to find her hugging him and kissing both of his cheeks with delight. Harry only smirked and patted her back slowly. He wasn´t jumping up and down of excitement but he didn´t look uncomfortable at all either.

"Yeah? You think?" I muttered, turning around again. "I'm going. I'll probably go to the bar." I announced, walking out of the VIP too fast for anyone to stop me on my way out.

Once I was out, however…

"Hey! Lula. What are you running away of?" Danny asked. He was sitting in the floor with Maggie at his side, cuddling like a cute couple.

"Harry." I confessed without thinking. They both looked up surprised at me and I was tempted to hit my head on the wall.

Stupid Tallulah.

"Harry? Harry Judd?" He wondered.

"No. Harry Potter."

"Funny."

"Dan, stop. What's wrong, Lula?" Maggie interrupted her husband, standing up.

"Nothing, nothing. Just… enjoy the rest of you night, darlings." I said with a fake grin.

"Tallulah!"

"Oh, fuck." I muttered, turning to see Harry getting out of the VIP. He hadn´t seen me yet. Great. "Well, it was nice chatting with you, but I need to g-"

"Stay where you are!" Harry ordered me, running to me and grabbing my hand before I could even start to run. I sighed defeated, turning around to face him. He was surprised and confused, and that only worked to make me angrier. "Why are you running away of me?" He asked.

"Well, if you're so det-…" I started, but that didn´t sound good enough. I wasn´t going to look like a desperately possessive girlfriend. Because I wasn´t. Really. "No, wait. I'm not running away. I'm giving you your space." I said, trying to sound cool and dandy but failing majorly. Stupid bitter tone.

"Tallulah? What's wrong?" Harry looked too cute when confused.

"You jumped to sign her breasts!" I snapped, even when in my mind I was picturing myself saying something totally different. Not really sure what exactly, but it was different. And that movie ended with a better ending. Too bad it was only in my imagination.

Stupid Tallulah.

"Ok, Dan, this is our cue." Maggie said in a hush voice, standing up and dragging Danny with her.

""But I want to know…" He protested, but she pushed him back to the VIP lounge. Who knew she had that strength in her?

"I… What? What are you talking about?!" Harry demanded to know, confused in every single letter. He was succeeding in making me furious and livid.

"Oh, you know damn well what I mean! Oh, here would be just lovely." I said with a high pitched voice, mocking Goldilocks.

"Don´t tell me you're jealous." He said with a wide smile that irked me so very much.

"I'm not jealous!!" I yelled.

Now there's no way in hell he will believe me… Asshole.

"Yes. Yes, you are. You're cute." Harry grinned, putting an arm around my shoulders and hugging me to him.

"I'm not cute!" I snapped, punching him to let me go. "I'm angry, that's what I am!"

"Well, it's normal. You're jealous."

"'I'm not-…!!! Ok, fine. So WHAT if I am?!! It's your fault, anyway!! You shouldn´t have acted that way!"

"Wow, girl. Chill. You don´t need to yell at me." He complained, dropping his arm of my shoulders. Harry was starting slowly to feel more than annoyed with me, and that made me even more angry.

"Go and shag her, if that's what you want, Harry."

"What is wrong with you?!!"

I had finally succeed in driving him out of his mind. And that made me sickly proud of myself.

"You!"

"Girl, if you're PMSing, don´t turn all that on me, ok? It's not my fault."

"I'm not PMSing!!"

"It looks like you are. Sorry for mistaking your bitchiness with that."

"I'm angry at you! You were flirting with her like mad!"

"I wasn´t! I was just signing her shirt!"

"Her breasts! Oh… Don´t tell me you're stupid enough to NOT realize when a girl is flirting with you to fuck you? Please, Harry, don´t treat me like a stupid person because I'm not." I demanded angrily, punching his arm.

"It was just a fan!"

"Like hell it was!"

"Look, if you're going to go all crazy and psycho whenever a fan flirts with me, this is not going to work." He snapped.

I was astounded with his words.

But I was too proud to take anything back.

"I'm not acting psycho for a fan, I'm angry because you flirted BACK! What if I go to the Arctic Monkeys and ask them to sign my breasts, would you be happy with that?!"

"It's not the same, Tallulah, that's stupid."

"Oh, it's not the same because it's not you?! Don´t be a hypocrite!"

"I didn´t sign her breasts! It was just her shirt!"

"You know what? Maybe you're right." I snapped.

I was known for saying the most stupid things in a heated moment, and my angry-heated moments were the worst.

"What do you mean?" He asked with sudden coldness in his voice. If I had paid just a little bit more attention, maybe nothing would had happened, maybe I had noticed the way his eyes dilated with anticipation and fear, as if he knew he was about to receive a major punch. Maybe I would had noticed he was as scared as I was.

But I didn´t.

"That maybe this is not going to work out at all." I started. "And maybe we're not meant to be. You're too fucking stupid to realize when someone is trying to get in your trousers and I don´t feel like babysitting my own boyfriend." I declared with cold anger.

Inside, I was hurting and yelling at me to just say sorry, to just forgive and forget because it was stupid after all.

But I couldn´t.

He need to admit what he'd done! Why should I be the one apologizing when he only needed five words to make everything great again?! He only needed to say one bloody phrase and I would believe it no matter what!

….And, yes, I was too damn proud to accept it and actually telling him.

Still am.

I was sure it had to come from him.

"What?! Wait, Tallulah. What the fuck are you on about?"

"I'm breaking up with you."

He looked more surprised than myself, but soon enough, he covered that up with coldness. Except I didn´t really realize it was a façade and not real. It hurt too much.

"Fine. Thank god I'm free of you, you're a bitch."

"And you, Judd, you're an ass."