Another Saturday Night-Taron Egerton (unedited)

Chapter Three

There were many positive adjectives that you could use, and had used in the past, to describe Taron. Exuberant, thoughtful, brave, confident, assertive, fair-minded, and hardworking to name but a few. But as you stood in front of him in the kitchen, eyes wide in disbelief and arms crossed over the front of your body, there was only one word that you could think of to describe the man in front of you.

Insufferable.

Among all of those positive personality traits that Taron held deep within himself, he was utterly insufferable. Nothing satisfied him from the moment his brain woke up and forced his eyes open to the moment he fell asleep again that night. The tea he'd made for himself was too weak for his liking or far too sweet, the food he ate earned a frown and a grumble as he reluctantly shoved forkful after forkful into his mouth, he couldn't get himself comfortable and would shift continuously wherever he got himself seated and he would get high rate at the tiniest of things that really just didn't matter. And he was all around the worst person to be around.

He had, on many occasions while travelling the world for various press tours, expressed the fact that he could be the biggest negative Nancy if he woke up on the wrong side of the bed and people would laugh it off. But it was no laughing matter. You knew when he was in one of those moods and you knew to leave him alone to deal with whatever shit he was thinking because it wasn't worth the arguments that would follow if you picked up on it.

"What the fuck do you have you got stuck up your arse today?" You grumbled, ignoring your own advice of leaving him well alone when he was in a mood. Your eyes closed as you spoke, the backs of your eyelids burning from lack of sleep the night before.

Scraping your mug over the counter until you could lift it into your hands properly, you opened your eyes and stared at him, deciding that you couldn't be in the room with him any longer. So, you started to walk into the living room where you'd left your laptop and phone, his looming presence following you until you turned on your heel to face him.

"I mean it, what the hell have you got up there?"

"I haven't got anything stuck up my fucking arse!" He seethed, anger evident in his strong voice, despite there being a slight wobble in his demeanour.

You scoffed a laugh and blinked at him slowly, tucking your lips into your mouth as you tried to figure out what to say to him. "Nothing stuck up your arse? Then this is how you normally act, is it? Like a self-entitled arsehole who doesn't see how much of a twat he's being the person he has to live with for god knows how long?"

Taron looked at you with his eyebrows furrowed deep in his forehead and his lips pursed. You could clearly see your words flitting around in his head as he lifted his arms to fold over his chest much like you had in the kitchen a few minutes prior. "How am I being a twat, Y/N? Explain it to me. Tell me what I've done to warrant being called a twat in my own home."

"You really want to know?" You asked slowly, watching his head fall back on his neck before it pushed forward into a curt nod. "Okay then. This morning once I was awake I offered to make you a cup of tea and you turned your nose up, insisting that I should drink water before a cuppa in the morning, despite you being sat there with the biggest coffee I've ever seen and no water in sight. You could've just said 'I'm alright, I've got coffee thanks'. Then," you continued, not giving him the chance to respond knowing that he'd just get defensive, "when we went on our walk you walked ahead and ignored me when I asked you to slow down because my back hurt. Not to mention the fact that you purposely went the long way around town knowing that I was in pain."

"No one asked you to go on the walk," he mumbled almost incoherently.

"YOU DID!" You screeched back, silently apologising to any of your neighbours who could hear the domestic going on in the flat you were sharing with Taron. "You asked me to go on a walk with you so that you weren't on your own! I don't know what the fuck is up with you today but your head isn't right. You need to sort it out and fast because I don't know how the hell I'm going to stay in this flat if you're acting like a fucking child."