He hates you, you hate him, simple. So, why you kiss each other every time both of you are drunk?
word count — 700
warning — alcohol, being drunk, suggestive?? (not sure but just in case)
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"Amore mío, I've missed you".
Before seeing him, you heard Nicola's voice. You didn't turn to look at him, the last time you had crossed paths, he was sitting on a couch with a pretty girl. A second later, you felt an arm above you. You turned around to start insulting the person who thought to have the right to touch you, until you saw that it was Nicola.
He had his arm on your shoulder and he was giving you a smile, with that face that you knew very well. You disliked him, you disliked every time he played funny and told you things that made you angry. The worst thing was that you disliked his presence because you wanted to kiss him. Nicola Zalewski was bad for your health and your pride.
"Act like you are with me, those girls over there won’t leave me alone."
You looked at him in disgust, you weren’t going to pretend to do him a favor.
"No. Man up and tell them you’re not interested. Easy."
Nicola stopped glancing at the girls and looked only at you, "Man up? I am a man."
Maybe it was the alcohol in your blood, but you kept going.
"No, you’re still a baby."
Saying that, you left there, looking for your friends. One of them was currently dating a football player from Roma FC and as a result, you had met Nicola Zalewski in person. You didn’t know what it was, but from the moment you first saw him, the flames burned among both of you. And not the good ones. You fought over everything, you had different opinions. Nicola was basically a golden retriever to your friends, but you called him a poodle. Annoying and cute at the same time.
You went outside and saw one of your friends kissing another party guest. You didn’t dare come over and interrupt, so you just walked back into the house and took your phone. You sent a message in the group the three of you had and you took the opportunity to find a bathroom. You went upstairs and found an empty bathroom, once you washed your hands and walked out, you bumped into someone. You were about to apologize when you saw it was Nicola.
He was always everywhere. With those brown eyes and that good face.
"Ah, it’s you."
"You make me angry."
He was drunk. Just like you. He could barely stand on his own feet.
"Do I make you angry? You are stuck with me all the time, I really can see that your life as a football player is boring, because you have nothing else to do than spend time bothering me, imbecille."
From one second to another, Nicola Zalewski pushed you into the bathroom. You were about to punch him, when he reached out and kissed you. Jesus. You gasped in his mouth. Kissing Nicola was something you couldn't describe, despite what others might think, it was dynamite. Explosive. And it wasn’t the first time you kissed him.
At every party you went to, you ended up locked in a bathroom kissing like you hated/loved each other. It always started like this, with one confronting the other and using the only mechanism that somehow solved the argument.
"God, you drive me crazy." he whispered, moving away and attacking your neck. At that point, you no longer owned your body or your own senses. Every kiss clouded your head.
You used to hate his touch, but now it was all you needed. All you could do was enjoy the moment. When both of you return to lucidity, when the alcohol leave your bodies, you will be the same as ever. The same ones who treated the other badly. And in the next party, the next time you'll drink alcohol, the cycle would repeat itself.
Meanwhile, you could kiss each other pretending it was the only time.
"You told me you hated me? I don't think so…" Nicola Zalewski was an idiot. An idiot you liked.
