Fight.

Five days later.

"Dylan, I am not coming with you to another party, not if you will get drunk like last time!" I snap at him.

"But it's not a party; we are going to the club!" He tries to convince me. I shake my head. "You will get drunk anyway! And why would you go there? It's another birthday party or..." "No, it's not a birthday party. Simon and the others invited me to the club, and I want you to come with me..." He leans closer to me and grabs my hands in his, rubbing them.

"Please, I want to go there and dance with you, only with you..." His adorable face messes with my head. "Only if you promise me that you won't get drunk." He nods and says: "Whatever makes you happy." I smile, and I softly peck his lips. "By the way, I bought you something." Dylan says out of nowhere. He gives me a little bag, and I immediately open it. "You did not!" I scream. He bought me a dress for tonight. "Do you like it?" He asks me.

"Of course, I love it! Thank you, but it wasn't necessary. Plus, how did you know that I was coming with you to the club? What If I didn't want to?" He smirks and wraps his arms around my waist. "Well, in case you didn't want to come, I had a pretty interesting way to convince you." "Mmh, show me how you could convince me then."

He shakes his head. "You already agreed to come with me, so it's not necessary." I give up and ask: "When do we have to get ready?" "Simon is going to pick us up at 20:00, so we can eat something before and then get ready." I nod, and then I say: "I gotta go to my room, I have to do something. In the meantime, since it's already 19, can you please order a pizza or something? I will be right back."

"Sure." He says, and then I take the elevator to reach my room. I open the door and head to the bathroom, putting on the dress that Dylan bought for me. Wow, it fits perfectly; it’s so beautiful. I decide to straighten my hair for tonight, so I pull out the straightener from my suitcase. After putting on some makeup and trying to cover the little hickeys that Dylan gave me these few days, I take my purse with me and then go to Dylan's room again. I knock on the door, and he opens it after a few seconds.

He is wearing a black t-shirt with a denim jacket and a pair of black jeans. "I love your jacket." I say, and he smiles, getting closer to me and whispering in my ear: "You look amazing." I blush, and after getting in, we start to eat our pizza. I try to be very careful not to grease my dress.

"Dylan, you need to cover those hickeys; you can't go to the club like that!" He laughs and replies: "Why not?" "Please, don't act like a baby! Let me cover your hickeys with some foundation." He nods sadly and says: "You did a good job on your neck since those hickeys are invisible."

I say nothing, and after finishing eating the pizza, I make him sit on the bed, and I pull out the foundation and my beauty blender from my purse, sitting next to him. Out of nowhere, he grabs me by my wrists and makes me sit on his lap, making me almost fall. "What the hell are you doing?" "You're in a better position so that you can cover them perfectly." I shake my head, and then I start to cover those hickeys, even if it’s pretty hard since Dylan’s trying to distract me by giving me kisses and attempting to undress me. "Stop!" I snap at him, and after finishing, I get up from his lap and say: "C'mon, it's 20, we should go. Simon must be waiting for us." He nods, and then we reach the elevator.

A car is waiting outside, and Dylan says: "It's Simon, let's go." We get in the car, and we greet all the boys. After thirty minutes, we finally arrive, and the bodyguard lets us enter without any problem since I am eighteen and everyone else is older than me. The music is very loud, but I get used to it after a bit.

The club is full of teenagers and horny girls, so I try to stay with Dylan all the time. We both go to the bar to get a drink, but I warn him one more time: "If you get drunk tonight, I won't go to a club with you ever again." "Don't worry, I will contain myself tonight." and he orders an alcohol-free for both of us. "Good boy." I say, and we start to dance again.

"Listen, I gotta go to the bathroom. Can you please wait for me here?" He nods, and then I try to find the bathroom.

There is a long queue, so I have to wait. When it's finally my turn, I get in and do all the necessary, and I fix my make-up too. I check my phone, and I realize that I spent too much time here, so I get out, starting to look for Dylan. When I see him, I walk towards him, but then I notice that he is talking with a girl and I stop walking.

I start to stare at him and that girl, who is flirting with him. I have the confirmation when she gets closer to him and wraps her arm around his neck, whispering something at his ear. The bad thing is that Dylan doesn't pull her away; instead, he leans closer, smiling.

"What the heck!" I yell, and I am so loud that everyone stops dancing for a second, looking at me. Dylan realizes that the one who’s shouting is me and understands that I saw him and that girl, so he walks towards me, but I start to run. "Liv, please, wait!" He says, but I keep running.

Unfortunately, he is faster than me so that he can reach me right after. "Olivia, it's not what it looks like!" He tries to explain. "Oh shut up, Dylan, it's exactly what it looks like!" I start to walk away, but it's useless. "We were doing nothing, we were just talking, but the music is so loud that she needed to get closer to talk with me. Come on; I would never cheat on you!"

I don't believe him, and I say, angry as hell: "Screw you!" and he replies with: "I would do that with pleasure if I could." Oh God, I hate him so much. "Go back to that girl and leave me alone!" I snap, and I reach the bar, making sure that Dylan isn’t following me. "Just give me something to drink!" I say to the bartender, and he gives me a beer.

I am drinking my fourth beer when someone approaches me. "Oh, look who we have here!" I turn around, and I freeze. No, this can't be real. "James, what the hell are you doing here?" I am shocked. I wasn't expecting to see my ex-boyfriend after all this time. "How is my girl doing?" He takes a seat next to me. "I am not your girl, not anymore." "I missed you so much. You're gorgeous as always."

I look at him. He hasn't changed at all. "James, please, I am not in the mood; go away." I try to be as nice as I can. "You're never in the mood; that’s why we broke up because you were so annoying. You didn't change, eh?" "We broke up because you were aggressive, James, remember? You’re a psychopath." "Liv, that's not true! Please, let me show you that I changed."

He leans closer, and I immediately pull him back. "You said that I am annoying, so why are you still here talking with me? Go away." He doesn't listen and leans closer to me again. I stand up, avoiding him, and I start to walk away, but he grabs me by my wrist and pushes me against the wall. He blocks my hands and legs, so I can't move.

He starts to kiss me, but of course, I don't kiss him back. I begin to cry; I’m feeling so vulnerable. I try to scream as loud as I can, but he puts his hand on my mouth so I can't talk. Someone notices what's going on, but no one does anything. When the worst is about to come, someone grabs James by his shoulder and turns him around, punching him right in the face. It's Dylan. "Stay away from my girl!" Dylan snaps and looks at me: "Are you okay?" he asks, and I nod, still crying. "Look behind you!" I say, and he immediately turns around, but James is too fast, and he punches Dylan, making him stagger.

They start to punch each other until James falls, and he cannot stand up anymore. Dylan walks towards me and hugs me. “You have bruises all over your face!" He says nothing but instead grabs my hand, and we walk towards the exit. "Dylan, I am so sor-" I am not able to finish the sentence because he kisses me. It's a long and passionate, desperate kiss.