Theirs- Completed

Chapter Thirty Three

"Hi." I said meekly, barely above a whisper, tugging at the sleeves of my top. 

"Hi." He repeated, slowly putting the cue down on the table. "How are you?" 

"Fine." I nodded. "You?" He nodded. 

"Not great." A soft smile sat on his lips. It was a pathetic kind of smile. One that you know is only there for show and not out of genuine happiness or anything close. Nothing about him was protruding happiness right now.  I must have looked confused. I didn't know how to respond right now. I didn't know if it was my place to ask or-

"Why?" Okay, looks like where going with asking. His shoulders relaxed, letting out a sigh as he did.

"I don't know about you guys but I need another drink." I turned my head as Bailey downed a full pint, I raised my eyebrow as the other boys did the same. Okay great sure, leave us alone. That's going to make both of us more comfortable and this whole thing less awkward isn't it? I crossed my arms, moving slowly away from him and back to my drink, taking a sip as the boys left us alone, closing the double doors behind them. I don't think I'd ever seen those doors closed in the 7 years we'd been legally drinking here. 

"You just left Lil." I sighed, leaning back against the table. "You didn't even let me try to fix it. You didn't let me speak to her, get her to take it down, you didn't give me a chance to even process it before you stormed out of there, leaving us in your wake." I stared at the fruit floating around in my glass. 

"I know.-" 

"And then I find out 2 and a half months later that you've moved out of your house and relocated your entire life 200 something miles away. And I only know because I hear you telling the boys? I get you were upset, and she'd fucked you about for the last time and you were angry that she even put you in that position, but it wasn't my fault, it wasn't Luke's or Bailey's or Aiden's so why are we the one's being punished? Why are we loosing you because of her fucking actions?" He moved, standing against the sofa opposite me. 

"Its complicated." 

"What's complicated about it Lilly? I don't get it. She's not in the picture. Did you really think I'd stay with her after that?" I shrugged. "You really thought I would? That I'd let her hurt you like that and keep her around?" 

"You'd done it before." I looked up at him. "And how you were acting anyway, it's not exactly like I was your favourite person in the world at that time was it?" He put his head back on his shoulder. "You didn't even say happy birthday Robin." I tilted my head at him. "No text, no call, no post. Nothing like you used to. You used to be the person who text me at bang on midnight and called me to sing happy birthday to me. You used to post a baby picture of us both and put something sweet. I wasn't expecting the full 9 yards but just a fucking text was too much?" He stood up shaking his head. "I was dying out there Robin. Begging for you to just treat me not even how you used to, just to be treated like I wasn't something on the bottom of your shoe, a pain in the arse you had to babysit." 

"Lilly-" 

"No Robin." I stood up, putting the glass behind me. "You're trying to make me the bad guy here. You're trying to make out like me leaving is the worst possible thing I could have done in that moment." 

"No I'm not." 

"Yes you are." 

"No. Lil. I'm really not." 

"Yes. You fucking are." I ran my hand into my hair, tugging slightly as I tried to calm myself down before I started shouting. 

"You leaving isn't the worst thing you could have done Lilly. You did the worst thing. Telling me you were in love with me, then literally turning and walking away without giving me any explanation as to what you meant. That. That was the worst thing you could have done. And you did it. And just left me there to try and work it out. I walked back inside and just stared at Bailey and he said I looked like I'd been hit by a truck and I just fucking burst into tears, because what the fuck was I supposed to do with that information? I couldn't chase after you. I couldn't come home, I couldn't call or text you because you fucking blocked me. How was I supposed to sort it Lil? Tell me what I should have done in that moment." I swallowed nervously. "If I'd have screamed it back would you have stayed? If I told you that I was in love with you too would you have let me kiss you there?" My heart stopped in my chest. I can't have heard that right. I can't have done. It wasn't possible.