The 1975

Chapter Seventy || And all the kings horsemen

Date: November 12th

Location: Manchester, UK.

*Thump*

That thump was loud enough for me to spring out of bed and go into warrior mode. I had been laying in bed for a little less then thirty minutes just staring at walls and I thought I kept hearing things but I figured it was just me being paranoid but that thump helped me come to the realization that there was probably a burglar in the house. Once I was out of bed the only weapon George had in his room that could really defend me was a glass bong so I grabbed it then slowly slithered downstairs. This would probably be the end of me but fuck it!

"What the fuck are you doing?!" George shouted which made me scream. I had snuck my way into the living room and had completely zoomed past him sitting on the couch.

"Oh my god!" I shouted. "I thought you were a burglar"

"So you grab fucking Eddie to defend yourself" he said as he walked over and snatched his bong from my hands. "This was a gift you know!"

"You broke in!"

"It's my house Abigail!"

I sighed, I felt so relieved that it was George and not a burglar. "God why are you here and why did you name your bong?!"

"You haven't called so I got a day off and Jamie sent me down" he said. "Matty practically fought me but he'll get over it"

God hearing his name just brought up so much anger in me. He had tried to contact me exactly 75 times since I left the tour but I did my best to avoid him by basically never touching my phone unless it was to let Isis know I hadn't drunken my self to death yet. I tried hard to not put myself in funk when I got out here but it was so hard, I couldn't even sleep in his bed because his room smelled so much like him. I had gone through four almost five bottle of wine since I've been back and I hadn't left the house. He truly broke me this time.

"God" I groaned then buried myself into his body. "I missed you"

"I missed you more" he mumbled softly. It took a while for us to pull apart. "How have you been?"

"I've had better days" I half smiled.

He nodded. "Listen go get dressed, we can go grab some food if you want"

"I haven't exactly left the house and I don't wanna start now G" I said.

"I'll count to three, if you not moving by three I'll make you" he smirked.

"George you can't-"

"One"

"I'm not a chi-"

"Two"

"This won't w-"

"Three" he shrugged then literally tossed me over his shoulder. I honestly mean he lifted me up and swung me over his shoulder like a piece of luggage then carried me to the room. I tried fighting him back but I was terribly afraid that if I actually got him to let go he would and he would drop me on my face. When we got to the room he set me on the bed then smiled at me. "I see you haven't been sleeping in your own bed"

"Yours is softer" I shrugged.

He chuckled. "You're lucky I'm not sleeping here over night, then you would have to sleep on that shit couch or Matty's bed"

"I'm sure we could have shared" I smirked then got up and walked in the bathroom.

After my shower I seriously didn't know what to wear. The weather in Manchester was shit so eventually I just settled for black leggings, a light purple almost silver looking knit sweater and my black doc martens. I hadn't brushed my hair in days so when I got to doing that it felt like someone was yanking my hair with all their might, eventually I got all the knots out but had to curl it because my waves had fallen. For makeup I just went with the simple foundation and eyeliner with mascara. I had no one to impress.