T H E : A R C H E T Y P E S

♡ | T H E : A R C H E T Y P E S | ♡ PROLOGUE

'Housewife, Beauty Queen,

Homewrecker, Idle Teen.

The ugly years of being a fool,

Ain't youth meant to be beautiful

Queen of no identity.'

-Flashback-

"Let's go out!

C'mon, Babe!" Cook hollered from downstairs.

We were going out clubbing in London and I wanted to wear something indecent for Cook. We had been going out for 3 weeks now and After week 2 I started to develop strong feelings for him.

And the first time we were intimate, I asked him if he could make love to me and he responded openly:" I don't make love Marina. I fuck --hard."

Our intimate relations were unbelievably passionate but I still wanted -- more.

I wish he cared about me like I did for him.

I sped out of my room and down the stairs to where Cook stood.

For godsakes, he looked fit in everything.

When, I reached the last step, Cook pulled me into him and ravished me in kisses.

I loved this playful side of him, and I wish I saw it more often.

"You look proper hot, Marina." He murmured seductively.

" You look really hot as well." I complimented.

He smirked and kissed my cheek.

" Let's go, girl." And he led me out the door.

Going out in London with Cook is never a dull moment.

His the life of the party.

That's why I loved Cook.

He was so carefree and wild.

At the club, Cook held me tightly as I danced against him.

I pulled my arm around his neck and continued to dance.

"XO, we'll be everything you need,

just believe

XO yea,

XO and woah

There's too much love

Girl, the night's almost done

And who you came with is already gone

You said you want me

But I remember who you are

Girl, it wasn't long ago

Didn't think I'd go this far

I got a test for you

You said you want my heart

Well, baby you can have it all."

We continue to sway with eachothers bodies. We moved to the hypnotic beat.

Leaving the club, we we're still in high-spirits.

I practically pranced around the streets of London with Cook.

We managed to crash a party and then head off home.

At our flat, I was completely dazed.

Cook peeled off my dress.

He had no intentions of sleeping with me that night, because of my current state.

It was rare we'd go to bed and just 'sleep' but, when we did I loved every second of it. It made me feel like Cook loved me.

Because that's all I really wanted his incondtional love.

One day I had, had enough of Cook's mind games. I was leaving him for good.

We screamed at eachother at the entrance.

"You're not leaving, Marina!"

He yelled at me.

He was so stubborn, this was hard enough to do.

I looked at his angry face and wanted to stay with him and kiss the crease between his eyebrows but, I had to remind myself that he didn't love me.

"You don't love me, Cook. I have to leave." I announced.

He took in my words.

" I don't think you know how to love anything." I regretted the words, when they spewed out of my mouth.

" Well, you will never know love. You're a real fake, Marina." He spat.

His words stung. But only because they were undeniably true.

I walked away from him before I let him see me cry.

After a considerable distance away, I broke down.

No boy has ever been so truthful.

Maybe I would never know love.

I certainly did not deserve it for all the hearts I've broken.

After that day, I never saw Cook again.

London is a big city but, somedays I wished we'd bump into eachother.

To be brutally honest, Cook did me a favor that day.

He told me what I needed to hear.

After that day, I began to shut out Electra.

Ever since then, I've had major trust issues.

I've been with other guys, but I was only after lust, until Harry.

Moral of the story is after Cook, I went on to my music career.

And I wrote the song Seventeen about him.

I was quite bitter at the time.

But, everything has been wonderful. Harry and I are in love and things are going well and now Cook has to come back and prevent my happiness.

Maybe, he was right when he said :

" You will never know love.

You're a real fake, Marina."

END OF PROLOGUE