seven hours behind | v.m

eight

we all made it back to the boys' flat safely and without any of them doing anything stupid, although van was still up the arse with me for something ill never understand.

it was now nearing half 12 and i knew it was best if the boys went to bed.

"right, lads. you four need to go to bed." i said as i pushed them all towards their rooms.

"but im not tired. im actually wide awake!" bondy was adamant he wasnt going to sleep.

"you might not feel tired, but youre drunk, so unless you want a banging headache tomorrow, i suggest you go to bed." bondy nodded, understanding what i was saying, "youll thank me in the morning."

i carried on pushing them to their rooms, van taking larry and bob whilst i looked after benji and bondy.

after what felt like ages, the boys were in there rooms and getting themselves into bed. theres no way i was doing that for them.

i went into the living room and collapsed onto the couch. van walked into the room, presumably after hed sorted out larry and bob, and sat as far away from me as he could get. talk about subtle.

i pulled out my phone and scrolled through instagram and twitter. to be honest, i just wanted van to think i wasnt bothered about him not speaking to me. that was a lie, i was. i hated not speaking to him, but hed been a real dick so theres no way im apologising to him first. theres no way im apologising full stop.

it was nearing 1 o'clock now and i knew if i started walking home any later id be absolutely shitting myself, "right im off." i stood up and looked at van who was already watching me.

"off where?"

"home? where else would i be off to?"

he stood up shook his head, "youre joking right? its nearly 1 o'clock, theres no way youre walking home now. youre staying in my room, ill be on the couch." there was still an annoyed tone to his voice, contradicting his sweet words.

"you cant do this van. you were up the arse with me only half an hour ago for a reason i still dont understand."

"kath, look, im sorry. i over reacted, i just dont want you getting hurt again. not after that last dickhead."

as much as hed been an arse, this was van. he always worried about me and boys. ever since the last boy i dated, the one van scared away, broke my heart, vans protectiveness level has increased by about one hundred.

i looked at him and i could tell he was genuinely sorry. now i felt bad about ignoring him, "i get it van, but you have to understand im not a kid anymore. i can make my own decisions."

"i know, i just want to keep you out of trouble. you dont deserve it."

i went over to him and put my arms around his waist, his going around my neck, "i hate fighting with you. i feel like we're eight all over again."

he laughed, making me feel at ease. at least thats all over now.

"i meant what i said though." he informed me as we seperated, "youre not going back home now, its too late."

i nodded and sat down on the couch again, getting myself comfortable for a, now seemingly short, nights sleep "alright mccann, whatever you say."

"ill take the couch, you take my bed," he said almost reading my mind. i went to interrupt him but he knew me too well, "and dont say youll take the couch because its the least i can do after the way i acted."

i mean he was right. he did act like a complete and utter arsehole.

"thankyou van." we both began walking to his room since he could tell i was getting tired. watching the boys perform, looking after four drunks and the whole situation with van has made it almost impossible for me to keep my eyes open.