Try

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[Inspired by ‘Try’ – P!nk]

“Aww, is Danielle scared of the little dancer who is better than her?” I snarl, as her dark brown eyes flash after her outburst. Liam takes a step forward as if to stop me from slapping her perfect face, hard.

But who can catch a person who is freer than the wind itself?

She takes a few tottering steps backwards, scared of the tiny form in front of her with her crystal blue eyes glaring at her, hard and sharp as glass sending its deadly spears into her soul.

 “Well what are you doing with MY boyfriend?” she retorts, crossing her arms as if she has won the thinly veiled war we've been fighting in. Well, that’s where you went wrong sweetheart. Both of our faces flush with petty success and combined the burning alcohol running through our veins.

 “Did it occur to you that we could be, you know, friends?” I say, fake gasping at the end, clapping my hands over my cheeks in mock horror. And she strikes back. What a lovely friendship the famous Danielle Peazer, girlfriend of the equally famous Liam Payne and the lowly ballet dancer have.

“Friends don’t look at each other like that” she bitterly laughs, chugging down another glass of vodka. Her drink infused body stumbles towards me, a cruel chuckle escaping her bright red lips, covered in a slight sheen of liquor.

Still he doesn’t make a move towards her. Only me. The real threat in the little party fuelled with jealousy and anger.

“Like the way you look at your beer bottle? Yeah, real smooth Miss Perfect” I reply back, leaning against the worn, scratched wood of the bar table, trying to control the rage that is slowly building up inside of my shattered heart. If it spirals out of my grasp while I’m drunk, I will be spending the night in a nice, cold, jail cell.

“YOU LOVE HIM! YOU ALWAYS HAVE AND ALWAYS WILL!” Danielle screams, my sarcasm and calm finally getting to her. I blink once, not even bothering to deny her painful words even as she shoves me to the ground, my heels making it even harder to stay on my already unsteady feet. Because those words are true. Drunken words speak a sober heart.

I am in love with Liam Payne.

‘Why do we fall in love so easy, even when it’s not right?’

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