beetlebum - oasis/blur

KAT'S REVELATION

GRAHAM'S POV

I missed her.

I missed her fucking loads and I could admit it with ease. Although I thought I was a-fucking-mazing at hiding my feelings for Kat, I'd let some of my frustrations with her and John's relationship slip through during our fight. I regretted even bringing the subject of their relationship up, it upset her and I knew it would. Another part of me didn't feel regret, instead I felt relieved that I finally told her how much of a bastard John is.

Our fight escalated from jokes to her storming off and she hasn't spoken to me since those few days ago.

Knowing she was ignoring me was like fucking agony.

In the fight I'd basically just said that John was a ginger bastard that didn't deserve her, I asked her where the fuck she'd been and why she wasn't round her flat most days. Then she bloody exploded on me, told me it was none of my business and all that-I suppose I pushed her too far?

Neve and Alex were still fighting, but we were hoping to all go out on the weekend to force them to reconcile. I was going to try apologise to Kat today, Neve had said in a very annoyed voice 'she's fuckin' in today' so I took that as an invitation to come over.

Trailing myself to their flat was a challenge, I was fucking sweating with nerves. What if she didn't forgive me? She had to, didn't she? We were best friends.

I knocked on the door slowly, not fully coming to terms with the fact that I was there. The door swung open to reveal a done-up Neve, she looked well.

"She's in her room Gra," she gestured to Kat's room, letting me in. "I have to run to a shoot, don't be fuckin' messin' the place up with all your fighting." Rich coming from her.

"Haha, and are you off to apologise to Alex then?" I teased, she deserved it back.

She huffed, "no." She bid me a goodbye before fucking off out the door. I think she had a shoot, or she was meeting Dave for lunch or something-maybe it was both actually.

I found myself knocking on another door, this time the one to Kat's room.

Oh god I was going to fucking cry.

What if she hates me?

"Come in!" There's no going back now, is there?

I entered her room and she looked absolutely fucking stunning. I mean, you'd expect it because she's a model and all that but Jesus Christ. She shone brighter than the sun and it would've looked dull had it been placed next to her.

Her face had the lightest touch of make-up because she knew she didn't need it. Her hair hung loosely in waves, I wanted to fucking swim my hands through them like you would if they were real waves.

Is that really creepy?

She had blue jeans on, they looked washed out though, but she was still perfect. A Smith's t-shirt hung around her frame, along with a ripped up Adidas jacket I'm sure she stole from one of us.

"Hello," I cleared my throat awkwardly. What if she like...kicked me out?

I saw the corners of her mouth uplift, even though she tried not to smile. "Hi."

"Look, I wanted to apologise," I paused, "I shouldn't have said anything about you and John, it's not my business."

"It's okay," she smiled at me, her eyes finally looking into mine like I longed for them to. "I don't like fighting with you."

"Yeah, neither do I." I took in her appearance once more, "are you going somewhere?" She looked like she was.

"I was supposed to," she spoke nervously, as if she didn't want to tell me where. "John and I were going for dinner, but he cancelled last minute because a friend of his came down to London."

And it's like I just exploded again.

"Are you serious?" Who the fuck would give up spending time with her for a friend? I know I wouldn't.

She sighed, furrowing her eyebrows. "Don't fucking start, Graham." That stung a bit. "You apologised and you were right-it is none of your business."

"I know it's not," I wanted to tell her what I felt, so bad. "You just don't deserve that, you know? I'm sorry, I hate to stick my nose in where I don't belong but John's horrible! He's always isolating us from you and it's like I don't even see you anymore and I want to see you."

Kat looked a bit taken aback, like she wasn't expecting my little outburst. "He doesn't want me to spend time with you."

What. The. Fuck.

"What do you mean?" I questioned her. That wasn't up to him, being my friend was her choice.

"He thinks you're like in love with me," she laughed. Oh fuck. "As fucking if, he's just being insecure." Then she started to look angry, "and then I'm not allowed to be insecure about his mate, the fucking bitch." She then remembered I was there and looked uncomfortable with the fact she'd told me about her relationship issues.

I felt panicked that John had caught onto me, I didn't want him to know, I wanted her to know.

"Yeah," I chuckled nervously. "Anyways whoever she is, I'm sure there's no need to worry about her."

"And why's that?" She stared up at me, her eyes twinkling. It was making me nervous.

I nearly fucking choked at how close she was. "Because well, you're you and I don't think anyone could compete with that." I grinned at her, "that was so cheesy, but you don't have to worry about her at all because you're brilliant. Always have been."

And suddenly it was like she was looking at me in a new light, something in her eyes had shifted. Her face was full of heat-like blush? No, she wouldn't blush at me.

Then I felt her pull me closer and I thought perhaps she would smack me for being so soppy, but she didn't.

Instead I was welcomed with a gesture that was so filled with adoration. The best kiss I've ever experienced I'd say. It just felt so right, like it was meant to happen from day one.

So, she forgot about John and so did I.

NOTE
THE CRINGE PLSSS
EW
IM ONLY USED TO WRITING NICE THINGS ABOUT JESS AND DAMON BYE.
-ur bestie xx