ᴺᴱᵂ ᴺᴱᴵᴳᴴᴮᴼᵁᴿ

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i ignored that "you think" from martinus, and put my plate in the sink, to go back upstairs to bed.

i don't wanna mention daisy at all, especially in front of marcus.

i sat on my phone for a bit until marcus came in.

"can i go home?"

"why?"

"i need to change"

"okay.. i'm coming with you"

"why?"

he sighed, "you know why, let's go" he said, grabbing my hand and taking me downstairs.

"martinus we will be right back y/n needs some clothes"

"okay" and we shut the door.

walking along that pavement that had engraved memories from the past months felt nostalgic, especially marcus holding my hand.

we didn't talk, for all i knew, he wasn't so happy with me.

we got to my house , i unlocked the door and went straight to the bedroom as he followed.

i grabbed my urban outfitters shoulder bag and started to put some clothes from my wardrobe.

marcus layed himself on my bed as i went into the toilet to grab some toiletries like my shampoo, shower gel and other things that were necessary.

"how long am i staying at yours?" i asked.

silence.

"marcus?"

"i don't know, until i can trust you to take care of yourself?" i heard his voice get closer, as the springs in my mattress relaxed.

i finished packing, and sighed.

i wanted to be at home, but i knew marcus was doing it for my own good.

i checked the watch, 9:16. 

i felt pretty hopeless.

(martinus pov)

just as y/n and marcus left, i went up to marcus' room to see if he had a clean room, at least.

surprisingly it was clean, but one thing caught my eye.

a sheet of paper, which seemed to have writing on it.

it had a red liquid on it.

i was a bit nosey, so i went up to the paper.

i picked it out and saw some very neat handwriting, different from marcus'.

it had some lines on it; and didn't take me long to connect the dots on it and realise it was y/ns sheet of paper that she had written on.

(y/n pov)

i looked around the house to make sure i had everything. 

i mean, i could obviously come back if i forgot something but i don't wanna run forwards and back.

i put on my shoulder bag, taking a last glimpse of my dull bedroom as i put my hands in my pocket.

wait a second.

i quickly patted down my pockets.

"did you forget something?"

"my paper" i said, realising i left the lyrics in marcus' room.

i didn't want anyone to see them.

i grabbed my car keys quickly and ran out of the house as marcus followed, clearly confused.