Between us and only us (Scamacca & Y/n)

Chapter 2

2 months earlier......

"You got it!" "I got it!" my best friend from back home screamed at me down the phone I recently got into a new photography programme and I'm so excited to share the news with my boyfriend when he gets home. I moved to London from Manchester 3 years ago for university's days I've stayed ever since and that was when I met Emile Smith Rowe. It was your classic meet cute: both in club, he was with his friends, me with mine, mine getting piss faced drunk and puking outside, we look up at shes puked all over my dress, he sees us walks up to me and hands me a tissue and his jacket and we started talking and we've been dating ever since. That was about 2 years ago. When I entered my final year of uni he offered me a place to stay at his house and as hesitant as I was I took him up on his offer. What can I say love makes you do crazy things sometimes.

I get back to our place, I notice the little welcome mat at the door that I picked out a few months ago and walk into the house. Instantly my nose is attacked with the worst body odour you've ever smelt, he must have friends round. I walk through to the living room and there they are slouched on the sofa, feet up on the coffee table playing FIFA. 

"Hey sweetie," I say as I stand in the door way; the only place with a faint smell of hygiene.

"Wassup," he replies not looking away from the TV.

I can't help but to sink into the wall a bit but remembering why I came home, I started delivering the big news, "Do you remember that photography program I applied for a few months ago?"

"Yeah," he replies blandly.

"Well I got in! I got the phone call today!"

"Oh that's cool. Good for you." Another bland response. But this time it cut a bit deeper than I think he intended. I don't know exactly what I was hoping for I guess he might be bored with me talking about it at this point. 

"Uh yeah, I'm thinking of celebrating at this bar in east London right by work. I've been meaning to try it out."

"Aight, remember to bring your keys."

He did not.

He couldn't have... but he did.

I can't believe him. What's wrong with him? He doesn't want to celebrate with me? The biggest thing to happen to me since getting into uni and he doesn't want to celebrate with me. All he can muster up is a half-baked congratulations?  He didn't even say congratulations! He didn't even bother to look at me!

To make the situation worse, not one of his friends have looked in my direction, only exchanging awkward glances amongst themselves. Or maybe they were sly glances. Were they mocking me?

Regardless, I go upstairs and put on a more bar appropriate outfit and head out, making sure to slam the door.

Tonight is now for me.