dream boy//[t.j.]

Mistake.

a/n: too much happens in this chapter so i just named it 17 because it's chapter 17.

tyler's pov

what have i done?

she'll never forgive me.

i fucked it up.

but what's new?

your pov

the next day

"i was too hard on him." i said to jesse, taking a sip from my tea.

"you haven't told me the story but, i doubt you were." he replied.

"yes, jesse. i was. that was our first argument and i just..left. he didn't deserve that."

"what were you guys arguing about, if you don't mind me asking?"

"uhm..he believes that you're in love with me and that i'm gonna fall out of love with him and in love with you."

jesse's face turned a bit red before he spoke.

"i'm not going to lie to you. i am in love with you. but i know you're in love with him and i would never try to take you from him. you're my best friend." he told me. i started to cry.

"i can't believe i just left him. i love him so much...what's wrong with me." i cried.

"hey, hey there's nothing wrong with you. you wanted to give him space. there's nothing wrong with that." jesse assured me.

"but he has dark thoughts. he probably thinks it's completely his fault and i'm never coming back. i just left him, cold-heartedly."

"(y/n), tyler is a grown man. he'll be able to pull himself together, i can guarantee it."

"you can't guarantee anything. i shouldn't have left. we should have talked it out. i-" i felt my face start to heat up. i ran to jesse's bathroom and threw up.

"are you alright?" jesse called.

"yeah, i'm fine. i've been throwing up a lot lately, i don't know why. must be the bug." i called back. i rinsed my mouth out with water and went to sit with jesse again.

"how long have you been throwing up on and off for?"

"two weeks maybe? i've lost track. but once i throw up, i'm fine."

"i don't think it's the bug. that usually lasts like two or three days."

"then what- OH SHIT." i said. "no that can't be right.."

my mind swirled. i thought about all the possible times i could've gotten pregnant. i was on the pill so there was supposed to be no way.

but then i remembered.

i forgot the pill, the day we came back from tour.

"(y/n)? what is it?" jesse asked me. i looked up at him, into his dark blue eyes. then, completely serious, i said the words:

"jesse i think i'm pregnant."

jesse's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. he was silent for a moment until he got himself together and spoke.

"is that good news or..bad?" he asked me.

"i..i don't know. i don't even know if i'm pregnant, i have to take a pregnancy test." i told him.

"are you going to call tyler or are you still going to give him time?"

"i should..i should call him. if i'm pregnant it's obviously his. not to mention i'm worried about him."

"alright, go ahead. i'll grab you a bottle of water."

i grabbed my phone and pulled up tyler's contact. the picture of him smiling while we were on tour, was enough to make me weak. i never should have left the night before.

"helloooo?" tyler slurred when he answered.

"tyler?" i asked, confused by his tone of voice.

"(y/n)? oh my gosh, (y/n) hi. i miss you, when are you coming home?" he slurred. i face palmed when i realized he was drunk.

"tyler where are you?" i asked.

"i'm home. alone. missing you. i'm such an idiot, i scared you away."

"you didn't scare me away. how much have you drank?"

"uhm..a lot. i'm sorry we fought. i'm just insecure. jesse is way better than me, he could totally treat you better than i ever possibly- ACH-OO - could."

my heart broke at his words. i didn't understand how i didn't see it before. tyler was insecure.

"tyler i'm coming home." i told him. i hung up and went out to the kitchen.

"i'm going home. tyler needs me." i told jesse.

"is everything okay? is he hurt?" jesse questioned.

"he's fine, just drunk. thank you for letting me stay here last night."

"what about the fact that you might be pregnant?"

"i'll take the test tomorrow. for right now, i have to get to tyler. i'll talk to you soon, jess."

"okay, drive safe." jesse told me. i gave him a small hug, grabbed my keys, grabbed my bag, and went out to my car.

driving home, i began to feel worse and worse about leaving tyler. something i hadn't told jesse, and was one of the reasons why i felt so bad, kept punching me in the gut.

i had done to tyler what my father did to my mother.

i was only five. i saw them having a minor argument and he simply packed a small bag and didn't come back. my mother didn't deserve that.

and tyler didn't deserve for me to do that either.

i just didn't understand how i didn't see he was just insecure. he didn't think i was actually going to leave him for jesse, he was just afraid i was going to.

when i made it home, i took a breath before i went inside the house. i had never been around tyler when he was drunk. that was because he told me he didn't usually drink.

i opened the door to see tyler laying on the floor, staring at the ceiling. he must've not have noticed i came in because when i spoke he jumped a little.

"i'm home." i said. tyler shot up and ran to me. he wrapped his arms around me and began to cry.

"i'm so sorry."