Tangled in your love

4

"So how old are you?" Matt asked, sat in the egg next to Pia's.

"How old do you think I look?" She quizzed, leaning out to look at him.

"You're atleast 21" he said, searching for any signs of aging,

"I'm 25" she laughed, leaning back,

"Looks like I'm going to be a toy boy" Harry smirked, putting his bass in the stand.

"Are you now?" She asked, looking over at him, amused by his playfulness.

He nodded, watching as she went back to her conversation with Matt. His eyes never left her as she got up and walked towards the door. Soon enough Harry found himself staring, he looked her up and down as he bit his lip, carefully planning his next move.

Pia closed the door and instantly facetimed Fran, standing her phone up on the coffee table as the facetime began.

"So?? Have you seen him?" Fran eagerly asked,

"Yeah, he was just with me on the stage. He said he's going to he my toy boy" pia grinned, her eyes lighting up as she spoke about Harry.

"Mate, you have to ask him out!"

"I don't think so, he might just be a really flirty person and not be interested" she shrugged

"You can't punish yourself for what Jack did, Pia. He did that, not you, you're worth more. You deserve to feel loved again" Fran said, staring at her screen.

"I'm not punishing myself, I'm just not ready"

"babe, it's been 3 years"

"Fran, you aren't helping!" Pia sighed, running hands through her hair.
"I'll ring you later." She said, hanging up.

"Another nandos? God Pia, I know you like chicken but you're really getting out of shape." Jack rolled his eyes at her suggestion of a Nandos date.

"Sorry" she mumbled quietly, having no idea how to fix their relationship despite knowing he cheated.

"You need to get back to the gym" he suggested, "you can come to my PT's with me if you want" he offered, looking her up and down.

"No, I'll uh, I'll ask my dad to train me" she said, walking upstairs as the tears began to fall.

Pia stood in their bedroom, her hands full of the 'fat' that Jack claimed that was revolting him. She tried pushing it in, tried stretching it all out, she tried everything she could to get rid of it but as her vision got cloudy due to the tears she sat on the bottom of the bed, holding her head. It wasn't long until Jack had gotten bored and wanted some entertainment again, he went straight upstairs in search of Pia.

"What's the matter with you?" He asked, walking over, putting his arm around her shoulders roughly.
"Jesus christ, these are bad, Pia" he pointed out, sliding his finger between a small roll on her back.

The tears came again, thicker and faster as she felt worse and worse about herself.

"I don't know why you're crying, Pia, I just offered to take you to see a PT but you won't, what more can I do?" He said, snappily.