Who Says Three is a Crowd? (Under Construction)

Billy Fucking Hargrove

                              Eddie's POV
You sat on your couch thinking about what happened. Fuck, man. You didn't know what to do. You felt sick to your stomach and you had a massive headache. Y/n had just called, begging you to let her come home. Maybe you were a little harsh but you were pissed.

None of this was fair. You'd done everything right. You worked almost every day to take care of her and William. You were a good dad. Maybe the romance had faded a little over the years but that was normal, right? This wasn't your fault.

You knew she cared about Billy. You could tell as soon as she saw him again. He was her first love and you don't ever really get over that but you also never expected him to show up after all this time. We let him in too easily. You should've known he would go for y/n. Fucking dick.

The tears started forming in your eyes again. Damn it. You couldn't stop them. You missed her already but you couldn't have her here. She had to figure out what she wanted. You had to figure out if you still wanted this. You loved her but you didn't want to share her. Could she give you all of her? Or would he always be in the way?

You heard a knock at the door. Shit. You walked over expecting to see y/n, you opened the door. Billy Fucking Hargrove. You immediately punched him in the mouth. "Fuck!" he yelled out, spitting blood. You loved it. You swung again catching the side of his face.

He grabbed you and threw you to the ground. His eyes looked wild for a second and then it seemed to fade. "I didn't come here to fight you, man." he growled still holding you down. You pushed him off of you then swung again hitting his face once more.

You wanted him to hit you. You wanted to feel something other than the sadness that was consuming you. It worked. He stood up and hit you with a hard right hook. "Come on, Hargrove!" you yelled at him. Billy hit you in the stomach and you doubled over. Oh, shit.

"Stop Munson, Jesus Christ." he said standing over you. "I came here to fucking talk to you." You laughed. "I didn't realize we were friends." "Stop being a dick and sit down." he grumbled. God, he's so fucking cocky. "Fuck you!" you spit standing up.

You watched as he took a deep breath. He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it. "You need to let y/n come home." he said exhaling smoke. "You don't tell me what the hell I need to do." you said. You were shaking. Your adrenaline pumping.

"I've never seen her this sad. She loves you." he continued. "Yeah, well. Apparently her love is given away pretty freely these days." you sneered walking to sit on your steps. "Do you think I want to fucking be here?" Billy said, his voice rising.

"Standing in front of you and telling you to let her come home. Because this is the last place I want to be. I would give anything to have her love me the way she loves you." he finished. "She does love you. That's the fucking problem, Billy." you said putting your hands in your head.

He walked over and sat next to you offering you a cigarette. You took it and looked over at him. "I love her too, you know?" he said quietly. You nodded slowly. What the fuck was happening? "I asked her to come to California with me, for my moms.." he paused. "anyways she um... she said no."

You sat there a moment. "She should go with you." you said finally. "What?" Billy looked at you like you were crazy. "She should go. I need a break. And maybe... maybe she needs to go. To.. um.. be with you. To... hell.. I don't know... figure out her feelings for you or whatever."

"I.. she doesn't want to go. She wants to be here." Billy said. "I can't be with her until she knows what she wants. One hundred percent. No doubts. I just can't do it." you stood up. "So um... tell her I said to go. Tell her to figure out what she really wants. I can't live my whole life like this."

"Man, I don't.. I don't think that's a good idea." Billy said standing up. "I don't really give a shit." you said bluntly. "I'll pack her a bag." Billy stood there speechless. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe this was stupid of you.

But you couldn't do the back and forth thing anymore. She had to choose and maybe she needed to spend time with him, maybe she needed to get this out of her system. Or maybe I'm handing my wife over to Billy Fucking Hargrove on a silver platter.