𝘈 𝘙𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘰𝘳 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 //𝘛.𝘍 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 //

Part 2 || 13 - Leicester Square

Rob visited me once when I was in that 3 - month quarantine (Geddit?) He flew down when I started to ignore his calls or messages or when I didn't talk to him properly. At least something got his attention. When Tom and I fought, I had made a decision, not to ever speak to him, push all those feelings that I have for him down somewhere in a bottle and throw it in an ocean. I had also decided to work it with Rob but all that went south real quick.

I was currently in my room, drowning in assignments in the first month of college, with Tom on my bed, half-asleep on his stomach. I hadn't told anyone about my breakup except for Emma.

Emma Watson. My best friend. When she found out about what Tom said, she was totally furious, with what Tom told me, he had a nice hearing from Emma. She also visited me quite a few times, she even slept over a lot of nights, trying her best to cheer me up or reassuring me.

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"Hey, baby" Rob said as he entered my room, I should jump into his arms as I saw him after 5 months but I didn't. No better time to do this than now. My eyes followed of a trail of raindrop down my window connecting with other dots as it went. I was sitting next to the window with my knees up my chest, head resting there. I didn't look at him, so he came and sat beside me. He was about to place a hand on mine, but I quickly drew it away.

With furrowed eyebrows, "What's wrong with you?! I fly here for you, after months and this is how you react? I don't even get a hey or a kiss or even a hug" he said angrily raising his voice at me.

"What's wrong with me, Rob? It took you five months to realize that. For one, you're only here because I started acting like the way you do with me. For two, you clearly have no idea what has happened in my life. For three, you keep your voice down in my house. What color dress did I wear for prom? Huh? Who was my date? What happened at prom? Hmm? Do you have an answer to any of that questions?" I said standing up.

"I don't see how you don't realize that we have been drifting apart since you left for America, the first time. Rob, this is the first proper conversation we have had in months. We haven't talked properly to each other since you left. You hung up on me when I called you on the day of prom. I was so excited to show you my dress and everything. I almost didn't go because of you, which I shouldn't have any which ways" I said looking at him, mumbling the last part to myself, while he hung his head low.

"What are you saying?" he asked looking down. I gulped and said, "I don't think we should see each other anymore. I think you're too involved in America than in me, and there's nothing wrong with following one's passion or dream, but it is when you have a girlfriend back home waiting on you, counting on you but you decide to ignore her, that's - that's wrong Rob"

He stood up from the window and walked over to me, placing his hands on my waist, he touched his forehead with mine. I closed my eyes and let that stray tear fall. "We can fix it, we can fix us" he said slowly, his voice breaking a little. "We can't fix what's been broken so many times, Rob"

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"Are you done, Shorty?" Tom mumbled snapping me out of my thoughts. I quickly wiped a tear that I didn't even noticed slipped through my eyes and turned my attention back at the screen.

"No, I, erm, no..." I struggled to find words, "I still need a few more hours-" I was cut off by light snoring, I looked at Tom, who was now peacefully sleeping on his stomach, with one hand hanging loose down the bed. He had been trying his hard to stay awake with me by constantly talking about anything. I chuckled as I got up, put the duvet over his body, kissed his forehead. Sitting back at my desk again, I picked up my glasses and drowned myself in assignments again.