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amour-salvatore · 4 years

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all is fair in love and war

Part 6

It’s just a bet babe - This sentence has been stuck in your head for a month now.

1 month since you saw Dele for the last time. The first week, he tried calling you many times but you didn’t answer and eventually, he gave up. He knew you good enough to know that you’re not going to pick up. It was just better than doing nothing. The hurt look on your face was still hunting him.

Thinking back, you shouldn’t have loved him in the first place but couldn’t help it. You knew that Dele was a player and he liked playing with girls, after all, it was just a game from the beginning. A game you lost. Still, it hurts like hell thinking of what you heard. The thought of him betraying you like this, just won’t get in your head. The Dele who wouldn’t stop teasing you, stealing glances, the one who made you feel so good. All a lie. He should have been an actor instead cause you believed every single lie.

In the last weeks, you tried to distract yourself with school work, going to the gym and then coming home exhausted only having the energy to shower and finally fall asleep. This has become routine for you and when you would come home, crying because everything was just too much, your brother wouldn’t ask about your puffy red eyes and let you go to your room closing the door immediately.

Tottenham had a game today which they lost. Dele was taken off the pitch after 30 minutes. He looked furious when the camera showed him. A part of you thinks it’s karma. You watched the game with your brother but you went straight to your room after it was finished because you knew his friends were coming over again, like always.

After 30 minutes of laying in your bed and listening to music, you hear people, talking, drinking and music being played from the speakers. It’s the fifth party this month. Not once did you leave your room, not even to get yourself something to drink. You just want to lay in bed and watch your shows, hoping it will distract you. But Dele hasn’t been to one either. He had never missed one before. Sometimes you wished he would come, so you could tell him what an asshole he is.

Laying in bed, listening to music you suddenly hear someone trying to open your door but luckily, it’s locked. Watching the doorknob move, you stand up, taking your air pods out of your ear and slowly walking towards the door, trying to eavesdrop on the voices outside.

“Mate, let her be.” You recognize your brother's voice. He sounds mad.

But the person is still, playing with the doorknob.

“I haven’t seen her in a month. I just need a little glimpse of her face.” Your heart drops. Dele is here? Your heart beats faster at his voice. You lean closer to the door, the music, making it difficult to hear if it really is Dele or you’re just imagining voices.

“If she wanted to talk to you, she would've answered your calls. Now go and drink some water. You’re drunk.” You hear your brother push him away. “She isn’t the easiest girl to love Dele. Y/N isn’t a one nights stand.”

“Don’t you think I fucking know that? Why do you think I can’t get her out of my head?” With that, his voice fades and he walks away. You’re tempted to open the door and confront him but you're scared of the other boy who's behind the door.

Your brother knows about you and Dele? Confused you stare at the floor, trying to find out how he knows about you two. Is he going to be mad? Great, another thing to worry about.

Leaning against the door, your thoughts are interrupted by a knock. Taking a deep breath you go through all the things you want to tell Dele. Slowly opening the door, it’s not Dele who is standing outside but your brother.

“I guess you heard that.” He leans against the wall across from you.

You nod, not able to say anything. He’s weirdly calm for someone who found out that his little sister had a thing with his best friend.

“I hate him for what he did behind my back.” His gaze is intense. “But I can’t ignore the fact that you’re both miserable without each other.” He shrugs, taking another sip of his drink. “It’s your choice now Y/N. You know how he feels.”

You open the door wider, gulping hard.

“He doesn’t feel the same way don’t worry. ” You don’t meet his eyes, still ashamed.

You feel him move closer. “Y/N, that boy is an idiot. He does stupid things but for the right reasons.” After a long pause, he gently nudges your shoulder.

“He’s outside.”

Thanking your brother you take your cardigan off the chair, walking through people drinking and dancing. Reaching for the front door, you take a deep breath, ready to find closure. Opening it you walk outside, getting hit by the fresh air.

Looking around the street, you finally spot Dele, leaning against his car his eyes fixed on you as if he knew you would search him.

He was waiting for you.

Heading towards him, you go through everything you wanted to tell him, again. But when you stopped in front of Dele, you couldn’t hold yourself back and slapped him across his face.

Your eyes go wide when Dele holds his right cheek and you realize what you did. “I deserved that,” he mumbles under his breath. You want to apologize but decide against it, I mean he did break your heart.

Looking up again, something flickers in his eyes. His gaze stopping on your neck.

You realize your fingers are playing with his necklace.

“I see you’re still wearing it.” He wears a small smile which doesn’t reach his eyes, still cupping his right cheek.

“I won it after all.”

After a long pause, Dele starts talking again. “Listen, I..” He tries to find the right words.”I know what you heard. and I hate myself for not explaining it sooner. You just believed everything so fast, doubting my loyalty so quickly. I was mad Y/N.” He runs a hand through his hair.

“How can’t you see that I won’t waste a thought about any other girl if she isn’t you.” He repels himself from the car, coming closer to you.

“If I told her I loved you, she would make your life a living hell and tell the media. I wanted to ensure you still have your private life.” Did he just say he loves you? You can feel your knees go weak, not even comprehending the rest of what he’s saying.

“Did you just say you love me?” You mumble looking up at him.

Dele chuckles. “Since the first time I saw you when I came over to play with your brother.”

He’s now standing just centimetres away from you, brushing a hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry for causing you so much pain, Y/N. The last month without you was hell.”

You look up at him, leaning into his touch. It feels so good to be near him again, to feel him and see his beautiful smile again. He really has you wrapped around his finger.

“If you give me another chance I’ll make it up to you.”

You want to believe him but a part of you is still very cautious. He might tell you the truth but he could have told you that a lot sooner.

“Let’s start over this time. No games.” You hold your hand out for him to shake.

“Deal.” He grins, leaning in for a kiss, instead. “Let’s seal it with a kiss ”

You roll your eyes. “So much to starting over.” You mumble but when he closes his eyes your turn your head so he kisses your cheek. “I guess I deserve that as well.” He chuckles a little disappointed.

“You have to earn it, babe.”

His hands move to your waist, pulling your body against his. Looking down at the necklace, pausing for a second “I had your initials engraved the next day you told me you wanted it.” His fingers glide over the chain on your neck, remembering the day.

Your heart starts beating faster again. You can’t put into words how much you love this boy standing in front of you. He really knows how to make you forget everything you had resolved for yourself. “I love you”

2 months later

“I’m scared Dele.” You squeal laying on a chair at the tattoo studio.

“Babe, it was your idea.” Yes, because you felt like it was the right thing to do, you think to yourself. He gave you the necklace so you felt guilty about it and wanted to give him something in return.

“You got this. It doesn’t hurt that bad.” He squeezes your hand, sitting next to you. He still hasn’t told you what it is. He wanted to surprise you.

You choose to have the tattoo on the left side of your ribs.

After 30 minutes of pain, it’s finally done. Slowly standing up you basically run to the mirror. Looking at it through one open eye, you gasp. It looks beautiful, it’s small and very delicately written over your ribs.

But you don't know what it means.

omne pulchrum est in amore et bellum

“It’s beautiful,” you mumble not looking away. Your first tattoo.

Dele appears behind you, his gaze fixed on the small tattoo he chose. His eyes are filled with love as he meets your eyes through the mirror.

“It means ‘all is fair in love and war’.”

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