just a number || s.s [editing]

[thirty-nine] real life

It was a few days after Layla, Liz, Anthony, and Chris all hung out. The tension was still very thick between Chris and Layla ever since the ride to her apartment. But, now it seemed as if her own fiance, Sebastian, was getting upset with the girl too. The day had been like any other, the two happy, content with their lives, with each other. "Seb?" Layla called up from in the bedroom. "Yeah?" "Can you come here a moment?"

Sebastian joined her in their shared room. "What's going on, darling?" Layla looked at him. "Do you know where my shoes are? I told Lizzie I'd meet her for some girl time. I think she wants to take me drinking." Sebastian sighed. "Darling..." He trailed off. "I really don't think you should be drinking." She looked at him. "Why not?" He looked at her.

"You tend to get a little... crazy." He chuckled softly. "And I really don't feel like dealing with all of that tonight, doll." She nodded. "Alright, fine. I won't get super drunk. I'll drink one drink, and then water for the rest of the night." Sebastian nodded, liking the compromise the pair came to. "Before I go, how about we decide on some wedding stuff, and house hunt online a bit? I've got a few hours."

The two sat down in the living room, the laptop placed upon Layla's lap. "So, what time did you want to have our wedding around? I kind of want a summer wedding, you know?" He nodded. "That could be nice. Maybe the middle of June, early July?" He suggested with his voice monotone. Layla looked up at him after thinking. "That sounds wonderful, babe." She smiled softly, taking down some notes. "Alright, and where would we want it?"

Sebastian looked at his fiance before shrugging and going on his phone. "C'mon, Seb. I want you to be involved in this process." Layla looked at him. "It's fine, Lay. Choose what you want. I want you to be happy." She sighed. "Sebastian, please. This is our wedding, and I want you to help me choose. I don't want you miserable." She looked at him, placing her laptop on the coffee table in front of them. "What's going on, babe?"

He groaned under his breath. "Layla, please." She ignored him. "Why won't you help me plan?" He looked at her before standing up. "Have you ever thought maybe I don't want to get married, Layla?!" Layla widened her eyes. "Where is this coming from? You were perfectly fine last month when you asked me to marry you!" Sebastian ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. "Because everyone pressured me to propose, Layla! Even you!" He yelled. "I didn't do anything to make you think you had to propose, Sebastian!" She screamed right back at him, tears filling in her eyes.

"Are you sure about that? Do you know how many times I heard you talking to Elizabeth about marriage?!" She scoffed. "Because it's a thing you do. When you love someone, of course, you imagine a future with them!" He looked at her. "Well, maybe I don't love you! Cause, right now, I sure can't imagine a future with you!" Layla gasped, tears streaming down her face. "You don't mean that, Seb." He looked at her, their eyes not leaving each other. "I'm serious, Layla. I can't do this! I.." He sighed.

"I don't love you, okay?! Is that what you wanted to hear? Happy now?" He threw his hands up in frustration as Layla sunk to the ground. "No, no, no." She mumbled to herself. "We were so happy!" She glared at him. "My manager made me get back with you! She made me leave Ellie cause it was a good thing for publicity! I never loved you, Layla, so just... we're done." He screamed. Layla quickly stood to her feet, walking up close to him. "I hope you realize what you just did." She mumbled, choking on her tears.

Layla ran outside of her house as Sebastian followed. "Now where are you going? Going to cry to mom and dad, princess?" He sneered. "God, I can't believe you! I... I was happy for once, Chris made me feel special but I was stupid to be blinded by you that I left that sense of comfort." She sniffled. "Oh, well then, by all means, go to him, Layla!" He snapped. "It's what you do best, isn't it? Go from guy to guy." That was the last straw. The breaking point for the girl as she texted Elizabeth in a hurry.