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Drunken Mistake Pt16 (Ian X Reader)

 The kiss was passionate, and we both put all the love, desire, and want we felt into it, things we could never say to the other person we put into the kiss. Still kissing, we backed up into my room until we reached the bed, we fell onto it backward never breaking the kiss, he landed on top of me. Before anything else could happen though, he quickly pulled away and stood up, putting distance between us. Confused, I sat up and watched as he ran his hands over his face, sighing frustrated with himself. I had no idea what was wrong; I sat silently watching him for a few seconds, until I finally spoke.

 "Ian, are you okay?"

 "No." He answered angrily. "Dammit!" He yelled startling me.

 "What's wrong?" I asked, as I stood and went to him, but he moved away, I stopped walking hurt by his reaction.

 "I kissed you, (Y/N/N)...again, dammit." Ian replied upset. "That never should have happened."

 "Oh." I said quietly, as I looked at the floor trying to hide my sadness.

 "I'm so sorry, (Y/N/N)." He said upset, before he turned and left my room, walking to the living room, I quickly followed him.

 "Ian Hecox, stop running away and talk to me, dammit." I demanded tired of the mixed damn signals he kept giving me.

 "There's nothing to talk about." Ian said blowing me off, as he went into the kitchen.

 "The hell there isn't." I said angrily. "What the hell is going on with you? I mean, one minute you're acting like my best damn friend again, then you kiss me, and now, you're acting like a complete asshole! So, what the hell is going on?"

 "Nothing, alright?" Ian said upset, as he looked at me. "Just forget it happened, please?"

 "You know what, Ian?" I said frustrated. "Fine, you want to forget about it so badly, consider it forgotten." I added, before I turned and walked to my room, slamming the door behind me.

 "FUCK!" Ian yelled upset, before he went to his room and slammed the door.

**A Week Later**:

 Ian sighed, as he tried to concentrate on writing the script for the video they were going to be shooting that Friday, which was only two damn days away. He couldn't stop thinking about our fight and how he had fucked things up massively between us. It's been a week since we fought and (Y/N) has been ignoring him, unless they had to talk for work and even then it was forced. He felt like the world's biggest asshole for everything he's said and done, but didn't know how to fix it...or even if it could be fixed.

 "Hey, dude." Anthony greeted him, as he came into their office smiling.

 "Hey." Ian greeted him on autopilot without looking away from his computer.

 "Wow, a one-word greeting, huh? You must really be in your zone, dude, that must be one hell of a script.?" Anthony said smiling, as he walked over to him and looked at the computer screen over Ian's shoulder. "Uh, Ian, you've only written one sentence." He said confused.

 "Yeah." Ian replied sighing, as he leaned back in his chair and ran his hands over his face.

 "I don't get it, dude, you've been working on the script for four hours and all you have is one sentence. What's going on, man, this isn't like you." Anthony asked concerned, as he sat on the edge of the desk beside him.