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goldenbuckyyy · 1 year

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THE ONE

Summary: Three years later, Harry sees you again.

Pairings: Harry Styles x fem!Reader (exs)

Word Count: 3.7kish

Warnings: None. Maybe ambiguous ending?

A/N: Here’s the final part for my power mini series. 🥺 I was honestly debating on how I should end this one. I was going to go a different route for this ending, but I just couldn’t see the reader doing that. I hope you all enjoy. Thank you for taking this journey with me. 🫶🏻 Song inspo: “The 1” by Taylor Swift.

Also thank you for 900 followers. 🥹🫶🏻 Thank you all for showing me so much love!! 💓

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Harry always wondered why he let himself make the choices he had made all those years ago.

He tells himself he was weak. He was too young to know any better. But in all honesty, he was an idiot. He was too dumb to see what he had right in front of him.

And it’s a mistake he has been paying for since the day it happened.

He had made a mistake the minute he had let Olivia kiss him.

He often wonders what was going through his mind when he allowed himself to let her lips touch his. He remembers being hesitant, but he also remembers not pulling away.

It wasn't because he was infatuated with her. She didn’t have anything he wanted or needed. He was a millionaire already. A household name. And his celebrity status was only growing by day.

He didn’t need more fame. He was good with his money. He didn’t need Olivia’s name tied to his. He already had yours tied to his. A wonderful actress and a name most people already knew.

Not because of him. You were just known because you were that good.

It was lust.

Lust for another woman. Someone other than the love of his life.

Lust because of the way Olivia’s green eyes always followed his every move. The way she’d invite him to her trailer to help him rehearse when you weren’t on set and the sneaky touches she’d do to get his attention.

Harry tried to resist her. Did his best. But he fell weak to his sins and let her kiss him that one night.

And it was downhill from there.

He let his lust for Olivia cloud his judgement and he lost the love of his life because of it.

And now… five years later, he’s still with her. Trying to make it work, but not seeing a future with her. But not wanting to leave her because if he leaves her, everything that he did was for nothing.

All the pain he caused you was for nothing if Olivia and him break up. It’ll be a slap to the face.

And he doesn’t think he’s brave or strong enough for that.

Harry sighs as he twirls his iced vanilla latte in front of him.

He was sitting in an empty cafe, but a cafe that you love. Or used to love. He didn’t know anymore.

He was home in London for business, away from Olivia, and he needed to clear his mind. He felt lost within himself and wasn’t too sure what to do anymore.

He felt unfulfilled, distracted, and unhappy.

He was almost thirty-two years old and felt empty. His shoulders are sagging as he feels the weight of the world on them. He gulps down the dryness he feels as his thoughts seem to overtake him and proceeds to sip on his coffee.

He hears the door ring as someone walks into the small cafe. He lets his curiosity take over and peers up to look up at the stranger.

It was barely seven am and the cafe was nearly empty. He wondered who the other morning bird was. Or a night owl. Depending on the way you looked at it.

He stilled in his seat when he recognized who the stranger was.

It was you.

The last time he had seen you was three years ago at the Venice film festival where the night ended in a nightmare. He had spoken to you after that profusely apologizing for the events he caused, but you only listened to him to please him and told him to take care after his rant.

He stopped bothering you after that. He didn’t want to be that person in your life anymore. So he stopped. He knew he had to let you go and it killed him. But he wanted you to be happy.

But looking at you right now as you walked in, he still felt that feeling he hadn’t felt in years. He felt heat rush to his face as he watched you, his heart accelerating, and the smile that wanted to break out on his face making his lips twitch.

He watched you as you walked in, holding your nude colored scarf close to your face to keep the cold December chill away from your face, your cheeks flushed with the cold air either way, and your entire body was covered by a darker nude colored oversized coat.

You walked up to the counter, giving the barista your biggest warmest smile, throwing your hair back, and fetching your wallet from your bag.

Your hair fell down your back and it was the longest he’s ever seen you have it. He let his eyes follow your every movement and it’s as if you felt him watching you. Because once you paid, your eyes found him, eyes locking together, and your smile didn’t falter. Your eyebrows crinkled together as your expression was shocked as if you couldn’t believe he was really in the same cafe as you.

Harry wasn’t sure what to do. Should he stand up to greet you? Should he just wave and smile? Should he just look away and pretend he wasn’t just caught staring at you?

He didn’t have much time to weigh his options because you were walking towards him already. He watched you as you walked towards him. Walking tall with your shoulders straight, and filled with confidence. You were glowing.

He stood up quickly when you reached him.

“Harry!” You exclaimed as you surprisingly wrapped your arms around him, pulling his entire body down towards you, pressing your cheek against his as you hugged him tightly against you, and Harry almost melted in your arms. His senses are filled with warm scents of your favorite perfume.

Harry wrapped his arms around you and when you pulled away, he wished the hug hadn’t ended so soon. He was still in shock. He looks down at the woman he once called the love of his life and wonders if you are still the same person as before.

You hold onto his arms as you look him up and down, “I can’t believe you’re in London right now! In this cafe! Wow!” You exclaim with a big smile as you look at where he was sitting.

“Is this seat taken?” You ask as you gesture to the empty seat in front of him.

Harry snaps himself out of his daze, quickly shaking his head, and gesturing for you to sit down. You adjust yourself into the seat, placing your bag on the back of it, and tugging off your scarf.

Harry goes back to his seat, fumbling as he sits down, and watches you with a small smile.

“You look amazing,” Harry says to you and you smile at him.

“Thank you,” you say, fixing your coat around your body, and smiling at the barista who brings you your order.

You place the big chocolate croissant in the middle of the table, parting it in your hands, and start to eat. Harry doesn’t miss the pretty ring on your ring finger, but he doesn’t allow himself to focus too much on it. His heart was tightening slightly.

“You can have the other half,” you say casually as you chew your half. He hesitantly gets the other half, “Thank you,” he says as he munches on it. Thinking about what he should say. He doesn’t want it to be awkward, but he doesn’t want to say the wrong thing.

“How have you been?” You ask him, sipping on your iced drink.

Harry wipes his lips with a napkin, “I’ve been good. Needed to come to London for some business, but I’m heading back to LA at the end of the week.”

“How fun! I assume congratulations are in order for your latest win,” you say with a cheeky smile and Harry blushes at your comment as he picks at the skin around his fingers. He wonders how you know.

Do you keep tabs on him like he does on you?

“Yeah, yeah. Thank you,” Harry says shyly at your compliment, his entire body showing how flattered he was.

“Don’t be coy with me,” you tease, “It’s another wonderful accomplishment. You should be proud.”

Harry sits up straighter at your words, “I am. I am, thank you. How have you been? I saw your latest film. You did wonderful, as always.”

You play him off with a wave, “Oh shush.” You smile at him as you open your coat, opening it up to reveal your cream colored oversized sweater, and cross your legs under the table.

You take a second to look at his face, your heart races underneath your chest, and you see how different he looks from the last time you saw him.

His beautiful chocolate curly hair was long again, piled up on the top of his head in a messy bun, a couple loose curls fell down framing his face, and his dimples were caving into cheeks with his shy smiles he was giving you. You secretly wondered why he had decided to grow out his hair again, but you continued to sip on your drink as you watched him.

The conversation between you two flowed easily, almost never feeling awkward, and you both feel thankful for it.

Harry could see from behind you the people passing by, taking their photos of him and you, and the internal anger he felt because of it never left him. He always hated that people tried to get the best photo of him whenever it got leaked where he was. And now that he was here with you? For the first time since the break up, since the messy Venice film festival drama that neither of you commented on, and now you’re both enjoying a drink together. He wonders how much the highest bidder will get paid.

The conversation never leads to Olivia nor Sebastian. Harry knows you’re still with him, but as to only what he sees on social media. But he’s too much of a coward to ask you about it.

It isn’t until Harry opens his stupid mouth and word vomits all over you.

“I need to tell you something,” he abruptly exclaims, which makes your laughing stifle, and you nod at him to continue. Your hands clasping together on the top of the table to stop yourself from fidgeting.

“I want to tell you that.. seeing you right now, in front of me, makes me feel indescribable. I haven’t seen you in over three years and you’re still the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on.”

“Harry,” you start to say, eyes softening with sadness, and your lips frowning.

“I have to say this, please.” He begs you, you frown, and nod for him to continue.

“I want to thank you for loving me all those years ago,” he whispers, voice low, and almost as if he doesn’t believe he’s saying these words out loud.

“You loved me in a way that I have never been loved before. Never. Not by Camille, not by Kendall, not Taylor, and not even bloody Olivia. Okay?” His voice wavers and the way you’re looking at him right now makes his eyes swell up with tears. He takes a second to compose himself, pinching the bridge of his nose to keep his tears at bay, and he pushes away a couple strands of loose curls from his face.

“You loved me with purity and honesty. You-you loved me with such force and passion… that I’ve been searching for that feeling for years since I left you. Nothing—and I swear to you— nothing has been able to fill the void you left in me. And that’s my mistake. And mine only.”

His eyes are staring into yours, threatening tears in both eyes, and your nose is turning into that shade that shows him you want to cry. He silently curses because he doesn’t want to make you cry. But he knows this might be his only chance to tell you how he’s felt the past couple of years. Truthfully and honestly.

Harry reaches for your palm that’s laying on the table top, the oval ring resting on your ring finger like gold, hesitantly he grasps your hand gently in his, and you let him. A rush of warmth runs through both of your bodies, but you both don’t show it. You bite the inside of your cheek to try and keep your emotions at bay.

You furr your eyebrows down as you wait for him to speak again. You raise your eyes to meet his own once again. Beautiful green eyes rimmed red.

Harry takes in a shaky breath, letting himself try to relax as he tries to not melt at the way his body feels touching your skin again, and he tilts his head as he watches you.

Watches the woman that still looks at him with love in her eyes, the one that makes his heart skip a beat, the one who’s smile never fails to light up a room, the one who can make an entire crowd laugh until they cry, and who’s name is still engraved on his heart and soul.

Your eyelashes flutter as you give him a small nod. Waiting for him to continue.

“I made the biggest mistake of my life when I did what I did to you. I won’t recount all my wrongs, but you know them better than anyone else. I especially— especially regret,” he pauses slightly, “what I did to you at the after party of our movie.” He says the last part in a whisper. He’s ashamed of what he did. He felt ashamed for forcing himself on you that night. And ashamed for the lasting scars he made on you at that moment.

“I know you may never forgive me— shit, I wouldn’t forgive me. But—“ Harry’s cut off by your words, “I forgive you.”

Harry’s mouth parts open in shock at your words, his expression turns into sorrow, and he immediately looks down. He feels his tears covering his eyelashes as his lips tremble. Not fully believing the heart of gold of the woman in front of him.

He feels you squeeze his hand in yours and he looks up at you. Red rimmed eyes and pouty lips.

You look the same except your face is nothing but sincere. You nod at him with a smile.

“It has taken me a long time to fully understand the events that transpired that night. I couldn’t believe it had happened for so long. Many long nights I spent wondering where we had gone wrong. Many that I spent cursing Olivia’s name. Cursing your name. Cursing my own,” you let out a sigh, “But.. everything happens for a reason. And whatever may that reason be… it’s the reason why all the events between us happened. We may never truly understand why we made the decisions we did… I may never understand why you did what you did.. but it happened. And I can’t hold onto the past any longer. I held on for so long— so so long.”

Your eyes glisten as you watch Harry.

“We can sit here all day long. Staring at each other and wondering about all the what ifs. We can even talk about it. But it won’t change anything. It won’t change what happened or has happened since. It doesn’t change the fact that I’m a completely different person from when we were together. Just how I know you are. We’re not the same people we fell in love with.”

Harry can bet a million dollars that isn’t true. You’re the same woman he fell in love with. But he won’t say that.

He lets you continue, his thumb brushing against your warm skin as he used to also do.

“We can sit here and pretend that we weren’t madly in love not so long ago. So in love that we didn’t care what people said and we did so without shame.”

Harry closes his eyes as he tries to memorize your face in his mind before this ends.

Your soft voice continues, “I miss you.” Your voice almost cracks at the words, but compose yourself quickly. You clear your throat with a cough.

Harry’s eyes open in surprise, deep regret written all over his face, and he opens his mouth to speak. But you hold your hand up to stop him.

“I miss you in a way that I would miss an ex best friend. I miss our talks. I miss the way you never judged me. You never bullshitted me. You’d always tell me what you were thinking and I never had to second guess you. We were perfect together. But life happens. Mistakes were made and now…”

You lean forward, gripping his hand in yours tightly, and lean your face against your enclosed hands. He does the same, soft tears falling down his cheeks, and you can feel your own cheeks wet.

Harry feels as if he’s about to have a breakdown with the emotions he’s feeling right now. He feels overwhelmed.

“Now I’m happy. I’m finally happy again. And I can't— I can't let you back in. I can't even let you be my friend. Sebastian wouldn’t have it. Because,” you pause and hesitantly continue in a whisper, “a part of me will always be in love with you. And if you’re in my life… I will never get over you. It doesn’t matter how many years have passed.”

Harry cries at your words, his shoulder slumping down, and body shaking slightly with his tears.

“If you’re not happy with Olivia,” you start saying and Harry looks at you with surprise, “Leave her. You deserve to be happy. So insanely happy that you can’t even believe it.” You squeeze his hands in yours.

Harry nods at your words, knowing they’re true, eyes glistening, and your palm cups his cheek slightly.

His face instantly melts in your palm, “I want you to know that there will always be a piece of you in me.”

“Always,” you both say at the same time with a small smile.

“I don’t deserve your time right now,” Harry whispers, eyes soft with sadness.

“You deserve the world. We all make mistakes. Some are worse than others, but it happens.”

Harry nods at your words and he knows it’s time to say goodbye. Not knowing if it’s forever or not. But knowing it’s the right thing to do.

“I should let you go. Let you get back to him.”

You agree with a hum, gathering your belongings, and standing up as he does the same.

Harry is the first to pull you into a hug, wrapping his arms over your shoulders, holding you tightly against his body, and your arms wrap around his waist. Your head on his chest and Harry feels something against his waist. A small protruding belly.

Harry pulls away from the hug, looking down in confusion between your bodies, and sees for the first time your belly.

His jaw slacks down, mouth parting open in shock, and he wonders how he hadn’t noticed earlier.

He looks up at you with a confused face, “You’re…” He can’t even ask the question. The words he was going to ask were getting stuck in his throat.

You beam up at him, pretty eyes twinkling, “I am.”

“Wow,” he breathes out, heart breaking a little bit, and he can only smile.

“Congratulations, you must be so excited. I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks, B-Harry. I am,” you repeat with a smile and you reach up to kiss his cheek gently, his cheeks tint pink. Harry doesn’t catch the name you were about to call him.

“I’ll see you later,” you say, pinching his cheek slightly with a smile, and you both watch each other for a moment. Taking it in together. Both eyes taking in every inch of each other.

You walk away from him after squeezing his hand once more. Once you reach the cafe door, taking one final glance behind you, looking at Harry, and you smile at him. You wave your hand goodbye slowly and Harry waves back with a deep inhale to try to calm his nerves.

It kills him to see you walk away from him.

He watches you from the window. Watches your hand go to your lower belly on instinct. Carrying a child that isn’t his. Will never be his. And he knows you're happy.

He can see it in the way you walk, the way you’re dressed, and by simply the way you are carrying yourself right in front of him.

It’s the way he could see it when you were sitting in front of him mere minutes ago. With a smile on your face. The soft smile you had reserved for him. He didn’t know if that was still the case. But deep down, he wished it was.

He could see it in the way your cheeks blushed pink by his compliments, but that’s all it was to you. A compliment from a man. That’s all.

He wasn’t the love of your life anymore.

He was just the man you used to love. A man you used to be in love with. A man you used to picture your life with.

And it killed him inside that you were now living a life he wasn’t familiar with.

He didn’t know what your favorite color was anymore. Your favorite food. Your favorite movie. Your favorite memory. Your favorite snack. He didn't know any of that anymore.

It makes his soul ache in a deep part of his body. He feels his lips tremble slightly as he keeps his eyes on you. He knows he looks pathetic. With that sad look on his face as he watches the only person he’s ever truly loved walk away.

But…

There’s always a bigger piece in him that feels at peace knowing you’re happy.

That even though he didn’t end up being the man you married and had children with… that you were still living the life you both had planned once upon a time.

Even if it’s without each other.

Harry can only hope he is lucky enough to have the same ending one day.

He just wishes it was with you.

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versuasiva · 4 months

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poder decir adiós, es crecer.

a veces la vida te lleva a lugares inesperados cuando mejor estas, y así fue, este año en enero, prometí ser mi mejor versión, leer muchos libros y disfrutar del que sería mi año sabático por primera vez en mi vida “sin estudios” pero trabajando.

este año me trajo experiencias maravillosas, e conocido lugares hermosos, me conozco casi todo españa y e ido a más fiestas que en toda mi vida,

este año gané mucho dinero pero también, malgasté, sin embargo, casi por finalizar el año, tomo consciencia por primera vez de mis finanzas y me pongo manos a la obra.

pero sobre todo, este año volví a esa valerie que perdonaba todo por no estar sola, esa valerie sin límites, esa valerie que confiaba un poco a penas conocía a alguien y no.

a dias de terminar el año, la vida, me siguió sorprendiendo y cogí valor

porque este mes pasaron cosas que cambiaron mi mindset, me di cuenta que aprendí a estar sola y que la mejor compañía que tengo soy yo.

la vida me dió a elegir entre vivir en la sumición o ser dueña del respeto y limites de mi vida,

me elegí, los del personal de salud, me elegieron a mi y luego de días en cama luego de estar en la clínica, me di cuenta que es lo mejor

pero..

si elegí mi vida ¿porqué insistir en quedarme en la vida de personas que no me eligieron? y que ahora como perros hambrientos me reclaman, extrañan y escriben.

valeria es buena, la mejor amiga, la mejor novia, la mejor amante, la mejor cómplice, mujer abnegada, con el sueño de la familia feliz y amigos por siempre, o al menos esa era.

este año me quitó la venda patriarcal, donde siempre espero que un hombre venga a rescatarme y que mi mejor amiga de la vida por mi, como yo lo haría.

estuve muriendo en un quirófano y absolutamente nadie, solo el causante de estar ahí, estuvo.

¿necesitas más? sí

adverti, supliqué, me esforcé, trabajé en mi, para que los supuestos amores de mi vida, entre otros me “eligieran” que me pusieran de prioridad en su vida, como yo lo hacía y no.

ya luché mucho, ya planeé, salí, hablé y trate de convencer, así que estando postrada en cama, luego del peor evento traumático de este año y la nueva herida palpitante que me dejó mi cuasi experiencia materna.

me elegí,

si,

por primera vez, aunque sienta rabia ahora, aunque sienta dolor más adelante, no pienso mirar atrás, ya decidí, escribí, borré, bloqueé y me alejé.

lo digo con el corazón en la mano y mis ganas de amar profundamente, hoy decido soltar,

soltarlos,

porque,

no pienso perdonar a quien me humilló delante de los demás, a quien me dejó de plantada o eligió a otras personas antes que a mi, creyendo que yo perdonaría fácil, no pienso irrespetar mis limites ya puestos,

y me elegí porque entendí que nunca van a encontrar a alguien como yo, porque cuando extrañen un mal chiste, no estaré para contarlo, cuando hablen de música, no estaré, cuando quieran un consejo sobre cualquier cosa estudiantil, no estaré para ayudarlos, cuando quieran que alguien que los ama los escuche, no estaré, cuando coman comida peruana y solo piensen en ella, sabrán que no volveré, porque cuando estén solos, el novio/novia los deje, y estén verdaderamente solos o necesiten ayuda, recordarán que existió alguien que se llamaba valeria, que estuvo esperando a cuidarlos, pero se cansó de esperar y que no la eligieran hasta el final, porque como ella, nunca absolutamente nadie va a ocupar su lugar..

y ni me traten de buscar en otras personas porque nunca me van a encontrar

así que,

gracias por su amistad (para mi exs amigas)

gracias por sus migajas de amor (a mis exs)

pero así como los días pasan y no perdonan,

decido dejarlos, enterrarlos en el final de este año,

y brindaré por ustedes a las 00 el 31 por todos los momentos de amor, alegría y complicidad juntxs, pero no regreso más, y ni se molesten en tocar la puerta.

valerie prefiere quedarse sola a tener personas que no la elijan o coloquen como prioridad,

valerie se vió obligada a escribir estándares personales y en su círculo social,

valerie por primera vez, es su prioridad.

valerie decidió abrazar su intensidad, porque ella ama quien será.

gracias dos mil veintitrés, por enseñarme aunque a la mala, tanto de la vida en verdad.

adiós.

#madrid #poesía #poeta #cosas que pienso #ladesbarrancada #frases #desamor #relatos #despedida #2023 #año nuevo #carta final #amigos #exs

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a-lambhadmary · 3 months

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Your honor, yes. They’re ex’s✨

If you want more context i’ll gladly…

GLADLY.

Make a next scene for this!

Context:

Fp!Frisk and Killer sans are ex’s.. Their cause of breakup? You’ll see soon.

#fp!frisk #killer sans #sad frans #exs #frans #angst

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naviamin · 4 months

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✰ Tengen and his crazy ex stories drabble <3

Okay so I don’t see the whole “Tengen sleeps around a lot” thing. Like yes, I don’t think he would an absolute virgin when you date him but that would be because of the one or two exes he dated prior. He seems like the type of guy who had his first girlfriend/boyfriend when he was like 16. Then one again when he was 18 bc he believed he would be more “mature” then and actually know what to do in a relationship. And then when he is with you it would be like SOME crazy story to why he was those two in the first place. Like, crazy.

You weren’t sure on how to provoke the idea of Tengen’s ex’s. You weren’t sure if that was considered a dangerous or uncomfortable topic to bring up around Tengen.

But you pushed you feelings of anxiety away. After all, Tengen was quite the reasonable man. Never once has Tengen acted out of place, or disrespected you. The most disrespect you receive from Tengen is when he keeps you in the cold, whilst he hogs the shower. He laughs whilst he watches you squirm when the cold air pricks at your naked body—but, nonetheless, he’s like a big, giant, loveable polar bear. Minus the claws.

So, you gather up the courage to ask him.

“Hey, Tengen?” you ask, though you sound nervous and unsure.

“Yeah, babe?” he replies cooly, gently placing his phone face-down to the side. His full attention is on you now.

You smile, trying to not squirm. But, you cough before you speak, and gather yourself quickly. “See your exes...” you trail off for a moment, fiddling with your fingers—but you notice you have gained Tengen’s absolute full attention—so, you push on. “...what where they like?”

You both stare at each other for a while. Now, at this moment, you’re unsure to what your partner is thinking as he just blinks at you.

Quickly, to not make a problem, you justify your question to end the failed attempt of a conversation. Perhaps it was too touchy. “Oh, sorry maybe I shouldn’t have asked—”

“—No, no, no, it’s alright.” Tengen cuts you off as he waves his hand, “I always wanted to tell you about them, but I wasn’t sure if you would enjoy that...”

Tengen makes a show of that by pursing his lips and shrugging innocently when you give him a questioning look. A glare, perhaps? Even you yourself didn’t know.

“Ah, see? There it is.”

Tengen tries to joke, but he only makes matters worse as you narrow your eyes, with great suspicion.

“What do you mean?”

Tengen sighs, defeated. “Look, I’ll tell you about them—my exes.”

Tengen looks at you, in your eyes. Then he gives you a pleading look, to which your eyes have to soften at. “Just—just don’t get mad.”

You put both your hands up, like you were surrendering. “No promises, Tengen. No promises.”

Then you sigh, knowing that Tengen possibly doesn’t do that wrong. He is a good man, he always tries his best, and takes great care of people. Perhaps, you were being harsh on him. “But... don’t worry, I know. You wouldn’t do any wrong, so... go ahead.”

You urge him to go on with a soft smile; one that reaches your eyes.

“Well... to start off...”

Through his stories, with each word he talks, it’s like a child concocting what they believe to be a clever lie. But, all at the same time, every word that leaves Tengen’s mouth seems all too true.

His stories seem so fake, yet so real. And you know, for a fact, the only reason you believe Tengen is lying, because he always lies to you for no reason. To be funny. So he really isn’t helping his case.

“...So yeah, my second ex tried to fucking stab me. She had me on the ground, with a knife to my throat, and told me how much she hated me.”

You blink, stunned. Stunned isn’t even a word to explain your... your... amazement. “So, your first ex got her cousins to jump you?”

“Yes.”

“And then when she failed, she tried to kill you in your sleep... by feeding you poison.”

“Uh-huh,” Tengen said, completely unbothered as he scratched something out of his teeth.

“But, you woke up in time and flipped her over?”

“One hundered percent.”

“And then she tried to throw you out the window but you knocked her out.”

“You should have seen her face.”

“And then you second ex—”

“—Ruined my fucking sweet 18. Always doing wierd shit and trying to kill me.”

“And the one you had when you were 16?” You shout in utter shock. “She tried to kill you... twice!”

“Ah, the good old days.” Tengen dreamily sighs to himself, then looks back at you, and laughs at your perplexed face.

“Don’t worry, as long as you don’t wake me up with a knife, I won’t knock you out or throw you out a window.” Tengen winks at you, and then lifts up his phone from the side.

“Oh, hey. Our pizza is coming in two, lets get the plates, honey.”

You quickly smile at him, not wanting to make him feel any more wierd than he must be feeling... if he is at all. Because, he seemed perfectly happy sharing all that... interesting information.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll get the plastic plates...”

You tried masking your unease and... utter shock but you miserable failed as you get shot a questioning look from Tengen. But, he seems to ignore as he looks back at his phone.

But, as you go to the kitchen, you can practically hear the mischievous smile that Tengen wears on his face. He finds this funny.

How on earth are two crazy exs trying to murder you... funny?

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