Y/n POV!! ↵
I ate my breakfast in silence, listening to the quiet bickering across the table. Miles and I finished our food and he excused us, pulling me outside. We walked to the stables together, me clinging to his arm. It was cold today, I could see my breath. Naturally, I started to shiver. Miles shook me off and took his jacket off, stopping so he could help me put it on. "When did you learn manners?" I joked. Miles shot me a glare. I smiled a little and grabbed his hand. "Miles, you know I like you and only you." Miles shook his head and pulled me along. "Miles." Miles continued to pull me along. "Miles." I stopped. He turned around and dropped my hand. I looked up at him. We just stared at each other for a long time. "Just talk to me baby." I gave him a warm smile. He rolled his eyes and huffed, walking towards me. He gave me a hug which I (gladly) accepted. "We need to change the bandage." Miles started to pull me back to the house. "Wait, you never told me what's wrong." I tugged him back a little, it didn't do much. "I have no idea what you're talking about Y/n, I'm fine." I sighed and decided to keep quiet, his tone was becoming more annoyed the more I asked. Miles rushed through the kitchen where the boys abruptly stopped their conversation to stare. I heard them continue as Miles lead me upstairs. We walked down the hall to where Miles's room was. He opened the door for me and I went into his bathroom, sitting on the toilet. "You're bad at hiding things." Miles muttered as he dug through cabinets, collecting supplies as he went. "What are you talking about?" I pretended not to know what he was referring to. The gun suddenly felt hot on my thigh. Miles lifted my chin with his middle and pointer finger. "You mean, you have no idea what I'm talking about my love?" I shook my head, palms sweating. "Are you sure?" He unwrapped my head, throwing the bandage away. I bit my cheek anxiously. Miles cleaned my wound and kissed my head lightly. "Ready to give it up?" He started to rewrap my head. "Miles, I have no idea what you're-" Miles pushed his leg against mine. I knew he could feel it and he knew I knew he could feel it. "Interesting." He muttered, taping the wrap. Miles got down on his knees and looked up at me through his eyelashes. His cold hands ran up my leg lightly, making me shiver. My teeth went back to painfully biting my cheek. Miles fingers grazed over the gun, tracing its shape. "Fuck.." I whispered. Miles nodded a little and pulled the holster off my leg. Miles stood up and clutched it tightly. "Why do you have this?" I blinked in fake confusion. "I said, why, do, you, have, this?" He paused in between each word. "It's apart of the look?" I was thinking of better excuses but that was all I could utter. Miles slammed it down on the counter. "Jesus Miles, it's loaded! Be fucking careful!" I shouted "It's loaded? Why the fuck would you need a loaded gun?" I didn't feel invincible now. I felt the opposite. I felt so weak as he sat there and yelled at me. When I didn't say anything, Miles grabbed the gun, putting it up to my chin. I closed my eyes, unsure of what he would do. "Give me a fucking answer!" He shouted pushing it up further. I could hear the bullets rattle inside. "M-Miles please." I whispered, tears rolling down my cheeks. "That's not a fucking answer!" He shouted. I jumped and pressed my lips together. Small sobs still escaped my mouth. "Why would you need a loaded gun?" Miles asked more calmly. I shook my head. "I-I don't k-know. I'm s-s-sorry M-M-M-M-" Miles grabbed the back of my shirt, pulling me up. I whimpered as he threw me out of his bathroom, slamming the door behind him. "I'm s-sorry Miles!" I cried loudly, leaning against his bathroom door. "Leave." I heard him say from inside. "W-what?" I asked. The door opened causing my to fall at his feet but I quickly sat up. "I said, fucking leave." Miles words were full of venom, they were painful. He held the gun to my head, causing me to scramble back. "Jesus fucking Christ Y/n! Get the fuck out of my life!" He shouted. I quickly got up and ran out of his room. What do I do now?
