The 1975

Chapter Eighty || Sticks & Stones

*Please read the Authors Note at the end, thank you and enjoy xx*

Date: December 7th

Location: On the road between Boston and New York

When I woke up he was lightly snoring in my ear and I really needed to get away from him.

I thought waking up in his arms again would solve all our issues but I woke up sick to my stomach and I couldn't figure out why.

So I rolled out of bed, grabbed his leather coat and slipped on my UGGS before stumbling out the room. When I made my way to the bus door it shot open and there he was just as surprised as I was.

"Morning" Was all he said.

I didn't even speak I just leaped into his arms, something I would regret later, it took him a minute but he wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled me into his body. Just like old times but I must have forgotten that old times is the reason my relationship almost ended.

"Are you okay Abbi?" He asked slightly pulling away. His beastly brown blonde hair was tied up in this little bun and he was in sweats, a new pair since I was wearing the ones I stole from him.

"No" I whispered then pulled completely away and studied his face.

I gave him so much shit for what happened with Matty and I and even then he still manages to be the one to catch me when I fall and here he is not screaming at me like I did to him but asking me if I was okay.

"Want to go grab some breakfast?" He asked nudging to the McDonald's behind him.

"Uh...Matty" was all I could say because that's what stopped us from talking.

He softly smiled. "He won't be up for another hour or so, he was up all night watching you sleep"

"Right" I nodded. I thought to ask how he knew this but decided against it. "Sure, food sounds great, anything to get away from him"

His worried expression turned into shock after what I said and I just groaned at myself.

I thought coming back to Matty meant sunshine and rainbows but my dad was right, I won't ever be okay with myself and with him until I forgive him but I don't think I can.

The things he said to me, the way he treated me, those things can't be forgiven just because he told me what I wanted to head. Yes last night was the happiest I felt in a long time but if we don't figure this shit out there won't be any happy moments and I'll be forced to walk away permanently because I don't think I could stay and not solve our issues.

Anyways we walked into the McDonalds that was conjoined to this gas station and I sat down while he ordered.

It was odd. I expected George to yell at me or not even speak to me but he hugged me and offered to buy me breakfast, things I would have never done for him these past weeks. I was mad at the wrong person for what happened and just knowing that he wasn't hostile towards me these last few weeks made things much easier when it came to talking to him.

"I got you extra hash browns because I know how much you love them" G said as he sat down across from me setting the tray down with him. His chinky eyes studied me for a bit before beginning to eat.

"Thanks" I mumbled in between bites.

He shrugged then took a sip of my coffee.

"What I said earlier-"

"Look it's already forgotten Ab" he sighed looking away once the words escaped his lips.

"I'm really really sorry for all the things I said and did" I started to say, like Matty and I we couldn't avoid not speaking about it. "I kept trying to blame my actions on you when like said they were my actions and because of what I did I lost him and you and I really am so sorry and it's okay if you never forgive me because I don't think I can forgive myself"