Everything Happens For a Reason (Bradley Simpson)

Forgiveness

As I'm walking out of the bar pissed off at Brad he grabs my arm and turns me around I quickly pull my arm away from his hand
"you're such an ass! I slapped him in the face
"I could've handled my self" as I say kind of tripping cuz I was tipsy...
"Will u just let me talk Syd!" He replied
"why so u can tell me I look like a slut again or wait even better so u can punch a guy in the face!!" He had a blank look on his face with nothing to say I walk away from him mumbling to myself, I hear him get into Tristan's car and drive off.
I walked home and it was about a 15-30min walk home I sobered up by then and started thinking clearly. I walked around the corner and he was sitting on the steps of my front porch holding his hand in pain and his cheek red from where I slapped him. I sighed and walked over to him standing in front of him with my arms crossed. "hey..." I said grabbing his hand pulling him up to his feet "come in side l'll get u some ice" I told him.
He sighs before replying "okay" both of us still pissed walk inside I open the fridge and get him an ice pack and set it gently on his hand. He looks up at me and gives me a half smile and i roll my eyes. Just because I was being nice doesn't mean I forgive him.
"Sydney im really sorry I didn't mean it in such a bad way and I didn't mean for u to cry I'm awfully sorry Syd! And you just didn't look like you. U know? I love your own style and u shouldn't change how u look to impress me! I've already been impressed since the first time I saw u!" He frowns. Why does he have to be so cute.
"You don't understand Brad tonight was the first time I actually felt confident with how I looked and with my body and I was happy and when u said that it tore me to pieces! And I know u don't want me to change my style but I want to be able to dress up once in a while and feel pretty with out being called a slut. And I think it great if I don't have to be my self for just one night Brad! One night was all I wanted just to have fun and u ruined that for me." I said looking at him trying to get him to understand me.
"Syd I'm sorry I didn't know tonight meant so much to u... You are absolutely gorgeous no matter how u dress! I love your personality! I love your amazing smile every thing! I love you! And i think that this is ridiculous Syd! Please forgive me I'm sorry!" He said grabbing a hold on my hand with his unhurt one.
Snatching it away I say"Why should I that was a dick move and you know it! Would u forgive your self In my position!?"
"Probably not yet but hey I'm not the only one who made a jerk move tonight! Flirting w/ the waiter and dancing all up on some guy! Real smooth Syd!" He looks at me cocking his head.
I scoff "That would've never happened if u could've never called me a slut that's your own fault!!"
"Just because we are in a fight that gives you the right too do all that Syd??? No it doesn't! I admit I should've used a diffrent choice of wording and not called u a slut but all I meant by it was u just didn't look your self ok?" I couldn't believe him. Now it's all my fault. Just because I wanted to look sexy for him he's mad, and It wasn't good enough for him.
"This is ridiculous I liked how I looked tonight u can call me a slut of whatever the hell u want to but I'm me and if u think I look diffrent for one night and that bothers you get the hell over it Brad!" I say grabbing the wine bottle and a wine glass kicking off my heels as I walk up the stairs to my room. I collapse on my bed pouring a glass of wine. About an hour or two of crying and thinking, assuming Brad left and went home, he walked in on me drunk and crying under the covers if my bed. I hear him and groan
"Go away!" I say putting the wine glass on the table Turing over.
"Awe baby..." He said walking over and sitting by me moving hair out of my face.
" please forgive me I'm so sorry!! You looked amazing tonight...I love you!" He said I could tell he really meant it. I sighed and gave in.
"just shut up and hold me" I wipe my tears off my face my makeup completely messed up. He got in bed beside me and kept squeezing me tighter and tighter saying he was sorry in my ear. I grabbed his hand and entertained my fingers. "Shut up." I say leaning my head into his chest, eventually falling asleep how we were...