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"I wish I'd never met you!" | Kian Lawley

Description; You and Kian have been fighting a lot and you’re tired of it. You decide to stay somewhere else for a while but he doesn’t like that idea. At the end he apologizes and it gets a little fluffy.
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“Don’t you dare leave, y/n!”

Kian and I were in yet another fight. I couldn’t take this anymore, so I decided to pack up some things and stay at a friend’s house. I only plan on being gone for a week, but depending on how this goes, it might be forever.

“Why shouldn’t I? All we’ve been doing is fight over stupid things. You never let it go because you always have to be right. Well, Kian, you’re not always going to be right! And if you don’t get that through your damn head, then I can’t be with you.” I shut my trunk full of my things.

“How can you fucking say that? I do so much shit for you! If it weren’t for me you wouldn’t even be in L.A., you’d be back in (ur hometown). No one would know your name. I helped you get where you are.” He is about three feet away from me, but I just want to be three thousand feet away from him.

“So, what I’m getting is I would be nothing without you? I would be a little nobody that no one cares about because I’m not capable of doing anything myself? I’m sorry, Kian, I’m not good enough for a famous youtuber like you. God, I can’t believe you! I wish I’d never met you!” I yell, getting in my car and driving as fast as I could. I didn’t mean what I said about wishing to never meet him, and I hope he didn’t mean what he said about me. A little bit of me does wish I hurt him, though. It would mean that he cares. Lately, it hasn’t seemed like it.

Once I get to my friends house I’ve finally stopped crying. My eyes were red and puffy and I had a huge headache. All I wanted to do was sleep. Maybe that would help me avoid this heartbreak.

Sammantha told me to go lay down, she would take care of my things. I do as she says and drift off into a deep sleep. I dream about Kian, and what we use to be.

I woke up from head loud banging. It was someone at Sam’s door. I hear it open and footstep thump in. I get out of bed and crack the door open. It was Kian.

“Is y/n here?” he slurs his words. When he tries to walk around and look for me, he stumbles a little and I know he’s been drinking.

“The question is, why are you here?” Sam asks.

Kian glares and her and I can tell he’s already pissed. I step out of the room before anything worse happens today. Kian’s head shoots to me, and his frown turns into a smile. He quickly walks over, hugging all over me. I don’t hug back, though. I’m still very upset with him.

I get out of his grip and grab my suitcase, “Alright, Kian, let’s go. You shouldn’t be here. Did you drive?”

And right on cue Bobby walks in, “Y/n, I am so sorry. He asked me to drive him here and he didn’t tell me why till I pulled in. I tried to catch up to him, but-”

“You’re fine Bobby, we all need to leave. I’m so sorry, Sammy, and thanks so much for being here for me.”

Sam walks over and gives me a hug, “I’m always here for you, okay? Don’t apologize to me.” I give her a smile and then take Kian’s hand to walk him out. Kian refused to leave unless he rode with me, so that’s what happened. I played his favorite songs and he sang and danced along. I may have laughed a couple times.

The drive was about 45 minutes long, and I’m shock Bobby drove him in the first place. By the time we got home, Kian was mostly sober. He was quiet until we got into our shared room. I sat on the bed and got on my laptop.

Kian sat next to me, “I’m so sorry. You know I love you, right?” I only nod in response. He continues, “Because I do. I love you a fucking lot. I need to work on myself, cause I clearly don’t deserve you. I’ve been taking you for granted lately, and I’m sorry. I really am. You can do anything you set your mind to and you’ll always be a somebody to me. You’re more than a somebody. I love you so damn much, Y/n, and it drives me insane.” He grabs my hand slowly, as if he were afraid to touch me. I slide my laptop away and grab his other hand.

“I love you so much, too. But, Kian, I just hate how stubborn you can get. You always have to win our fights. I own up when I’m wrong, I need the same thing to come from you. Like right now, you see what you said wrong and apologized. And I forgive you. I’m proud of you.” I rub his hand with my thumb and smile up at him. He gives me a half smile.

He looks down at our hands, “Do you really wish you haven’t met me? Or have you every really felt that way?”

“Of course not, babe. I only said that out of anger, I regretted it as soon as the words came out of my mouth. I don’t want to imagine my life without you. That’s my version of Hell.” I go in for a hug, and he hugs me back. I hear him sniffle a little bit. It hurts to see him hurt. And I know it hurts him to see me hurt. Such a vicious cycle.

He kisses the top of my head then rests his on mine. We just sit here cuddling for about 30 minutes, not talking. It felt really good, though. We were ready to fix us.

Teacher Gilinsky– Part XIV

Teacher Gilinsky Part XIV

After my phone call with Jack, I just sat in my bed; numb, dumbfounded. How could I be so.. So stupid? So careless? I’m so fucking screwed.

I didn’t sleep that night. I was too shook up, my anxiety attack getting worse. Once I heard my Mom get up and go downstairs, I set up a game plan. My mom is the most understanding person I know, so maybe I can just talk it out with her, right? I slipped some pajama pants on and headed downstairs with sweaty palms. 

“Mom?” I called out, walking into the kitchen to see her leaning against the counter, a newspaper and her coffee in her hand.

“Oh, you’re awake,” She smiled setting her paper down next to her glasses. “Do you want me to make breakfast? I bought some bacon at costco yesterday.” She said with a warm smile. Probably the last one i’ll see in a while. 

“Mom, I need to talk to you,” I said bluntly, my heart racing and my mouth is suddenly dry.

“Okay, about what?” She asked, closing the fridge and opening the package of bacon.

“Um… I wanna talk about.. Uh, I wanna talk about Jack.” I merely whispered his name, looking at everything else but my mother.

“What about him? Oh sweetie, did he dump you? ‘Cause if he did I’ll kick his–“

“Mom! He didn’t break up with me. I don’t know how to say this.. so I guess I’ll just come out and say it. Jack isn’t a student… He’s my teacher.” Silence. Complete and utter silence.

“Your teacher?” She spat.

“My.. teacher.” I whispered.

“..You know. You were already pushing it with the kid but this,” She paused as she shook her head. “This is not right. I told your father to have some faith in you! That we needed to trust you more! Thats why we were so cool with him being a father at his age, or what age we though he was. I just— I can’t. I don’t even want to look at you. You-you had sex with this man! Your fucking teacher… That is statutory rape, Y/N! I can’t look at you, go.” Silent tears streamed down my face, as I finally gained the courage to look at her. She shook her head as she looked through me. 

“I’m sorry, Mom.” I whispered.

“No you’re not… I love you honey, but I am ashamed. Ashamed.” She said flatly. “You can go in your room while I talk to your father.” My heart dropped from my ass to my toes, farther if even possible. 

“I’ll bring you breakfast when its done. You are not to see him, or speak to him until your father and I figure out what to do. So give me your phone.” She held her hand out. I nodded, locked, and turned my phone off. Thank god for passwords and touch ID.

I walked upstairs, brushing past my dad as I walked into my room. 

“Y/Nickname, What’s wrong?” He questioned, following me into my room. 

“Just ask mom. I’m done talking about it.” I whispered. He nodded and left my room, and closed my door behind him. 

I locked my bedroom and bathroom door, and slid my macbook out of hiding. Thank god for iMessage. 

Me: I told my Mom about us.

Jack Gilinsky: What did she say?

Me: She’s pissed, to say the least. She hates me.

Jack Gilinsky: I’m so sorry, baby. Are you coming to school today?

Me: Hell no. I doubt she’d let me, since you’re there. 

Jack Gilinsky: Do you think she’ll talk to the principal?

Me: I sure as hell hope not. I’m sorry I got you into this mess. I promise I’ll do everything I can to prevent them from talking to anyone, okay?

Jack Gilinsky: Okay. I love you baby.

Me: I love you more.

I closed my laptop and turned my tv and blu-ray on, so I could watch netflix. I finally fell asleep to the girls of Pretty Little Liars receiving an -A text. I awoke approximately 4 and a half hours later to a light knocking on my door.

“Come in.” I whimpered. I rolled over and wiped the sleep out of my eyes. Jack opened my door wider, looking behind him before shutting it quietly behind him.

“What the hell are you doing here? It’s like you have a death wish!” I whisper-shouted. 

“It’s okay. Your dad I assume is at work and your mom left a few minutes ago.” He stated. “I had to see you.” My heart fluttered, his thumb brushing my cheek.

“Why aren’t you at work?” I questioned. 

“Free period.” He smiled, pecking my forehead. “Now can I have a kiss please?” He whispered, his nose brushing mine.

“Not until I brush my teeth.” I smiled and hopped out of bed. 

“Is that mine?” He asked me, his eyebrows raised.

“The shirt? Maybe..” I smiled and pulled it down a little more, considering I ditched the pajama pants long ago. I walked into the bathroom and wet my tooth brush, put the toothpaste on it, and wet it again, before beginning to brush. 

“It’s okay baby, it looks much better on you than it ever could on me.” He whispered into my neck, his head resting on my shoulder. We made eye contact in the mirror, his hand lightly brushing my thigh, his hand gently trailing up the tee shirt to my hip, causing fire to ignite everywhere he touched. 

I spit the toothpaste foam from my mouth and rinsed my brush, before flossing. 

“Flossing, really? I knew you were a floss nerd.” I scoffed and smacked his hand that was on my hip, his giggle causing a smile to break out onto my face.

“I was just kidding.” He drew out ‘kidding’ with a long groan. 

I turned to look at him, his hands grabbing both of my hips and lifted me onto the bathroom counter. 

“What’re we gonna do?” I whispered into his chest, nuzzling my nose into his neck. 

“Well, there’s not much we can do. It depends on wha—“ He was cut off by my mother, who was standing in the doorway of my bathroom.

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