𝗨𝗟𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗢𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘 - 𝘄.𝗿.

xvii. 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲

RISING
IRIS JONES

*iris jones' point of view*

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I WAS invited to tag a long with the six and daisy for their rolling stone photoshoot. warren mentioned it to me almost a week ago, but i didn't think he meant for me to come with him. he called the house yesterday, asking me if i still wanted to come. i had to pretend to be on the phone with daisy so matthew wouldn't get mad.

i saw him kiss a girl goodbye yesterday. the girl was definitely not me.

i don't know who she is exactly. she most certainly does not look like me, though. she's a blonde with blue eyes. she's a lot thinner than me, and dresses a lot more revealing than i do. not that her style is a bad thing, just different.

i don't know if their relationship has been consistent, or if she was just a one night thing, but i'm not doing this again. i won't let him cheat on me like this again. he was supposed to be getting better, but he's not. he's still drinking. he's still hitting me. he's still cheating on me. i can't do it, anymore.

he's not home right now. he left early this morning to meet a friend, he said. i didn't even say goodbye to him, i just nodded. progress. i don't know how i plan to go about leaving him, but that's a problem for future iris. present iris needs to get dressed since the band will be here in about five minutes.

there's knock on my door and i jump. it startles me until they knock again. long-short-long. it's the way warren knocks on my door so i know it's him. i open the door, dressed now. i'm wearing a short white long sleeve dress. the sleeves are bell shaped and the top of the dress is form-fitting so it hugs my figure, while the bottom is loose. i have on small white chunky heels that have a clipped strap around my ankle.

"hi, warren." i say, smiling. "eddie," i nod to him. it's always these two that come up to my door, for some reason. even when the rest of the band is with them, eddie and warren are always the ones who come up to my door. they both say hi back to me and i motion for them to step inside for a moment. "give me one second, i have to find my hoops." i walk back to my bedroom. warren's been inside my apartment before, eddie hasn't. warren actually has a key, just in case i need him. i don't have anything to hide here, so it's not a big deal. the only thing that they'll see that doesn't really correlate to me is the alcohol on the counters because i don't drink, unless it's an occasion.

i walk back out to the living room where the guys stand. but there's three of them now. warren, eddie, and... shit. matthew. i didn't even hear the door open. matthew and warren are scolding each other through their eyes. eddie is standing in between them looking at me with his eyebrows slightly downturned.

"why are you here?" matt says, his voice coarse. his words slurred a little like he's been drinking. him and warrens still have distance between them so if one was to somehow get the urge to become violent (matthew) they'd miss.

warrens about to reply but my heels knock on the hardwood floor as i walk and i say, "okay, let's not do this right now, okay? they have somewhere to be soon." i smile as matt rubbing his shoulder. his head turns to me as he swats my hand away, he eyes me from head-to-toe. his eyes travel back up and stop at my chest. he sucks in a breath and pulls his eyes away from my chest to look me in the eyes, his hand tightly around my wrist.