Social Media Crush

Chapter 27

Y/ns pov
Couple days before y/n leaves.

I walk into the bathroom a few minutes after waking up. I brush my teeth and stuff before walking down stairs. I see a sticky note hanging on the refrigerator so I go up to it. 'Be back late! Dom and I are going to la' the note read and it was signed by Nash.

My parents are away so it'll just be me today. I run back upstairs and change into a t-shirt and shorts. I grab my phone and AirPods then head outside. I turn music on and put my phone and AirPods away.

I run for about a mile before running back. Once I get back I go back inside and jump in the shower. I take a quick shower then head back downstairs to make breakfast.

I take eggs out of the refrigerator and quickly cook them. I eat them then head back upstairs. I look around my room and see some stuff packed, mainly just smaller stuff. I decide to pack more so I take find some more boxes and then head back to my room. I connect my phone to my speaker and start playing music again.

I start packing my clothes that I'm not gonna where this week. I pack away sweatshirts and t-shirts. As I'm packing sweatshirts, I come across one of Olivia's. I look at it for a moment and sigh.

Even though I've been turning Olivia away, I don't really want to. I miss hanging with her and spending time with her. It's honestly really weird without her.

I look at the sweatshirt and decide to put it in the box with the other sweatshirts. I don't know why I did that but it doesn't feel right to not bring it.

Just as I start packing other things, my phone chimes through the speaker. I walk over seeing it's a text from Olivia. I sigh but I end up reading it. 'Can we talk please?' The text reads. I put my phone down, leaving her on read.

A couple minutes later, another chimes so I walk over. 'Please?' And 'I know your seeing these' the texts read from Olivia.

I turn my phone off completely not being able to take that anymore. I turn on my tv going on YouTube and playing music off of there.

Olivia's POV
A couple hours later

I sigh looking at my messages with y/n. She had left me on read... again. Ever since I was so stupid she's been ignoring me or leaving me on read.

I decide to take a bath the clear my head. I grab my AirPods, and my phone. I then grab some clothes and head into the bathroom. I start the bathtub and undress. I turn my phone on do not disturb so I'm not bothered. Once it's filled, I step into it. I place my AirPods in my ears and play some Taylor Swift.

About 20 minutes later, my bath is interrupted by Nash, Dom, and Iris. What the fuck? Why are they just texting and calling me all at once.

I decline Nash's call and text him I can't call.

"Can you go check up on Y/n? No one can get ahold of her. Dom and I are in LA, Iris and Conan are busy, and our parents are away again. Please? We're really worried about her," Nash's text reads.

I read Doms text, then Iris'. They all read similar things. I text them all back that I'll get dressed and head out to Y/ns house.

I quickly drain the bathtub of the water and get out. I dry my my body and take my hair out of the messy bun I put it in. Once I'm dry I put on the jeans and sweatshirt very quickly. It's weird no one can get ahold of y/n. Usually she responds right away or within an hour unless she's asleep. I doubt she's asleep though because she never takes naps unless she's sick. Which Nash would have said if she was sick.

Once I'm dressed I brush my teeth but I don't worry about putting make up on. It's just Y/n, she's seen me a lot worse.

I sigh thinking about Y/n and Is relationship. I miss her so much. We were literally inseparable. We were best friends. I'm so stupid.

I shake my head, bringing myself out of my thoughts. I put on my black converse and quickly tie them. I grab my phone and head out to my car. I get in the car and I don't even turn on music. The only thing going on in my head is worrying about if Y/ns okay or not.

I arrive at Y/ns house about 10 minutes later. I see her car in the driveway so I know she's home. I sit in my car for a few minutes and stare at the house. I'm not sure if I should actually go in because I know Y/n doesn't want to see me.

I decide that I have to go in. I need to make sure y/ns okay. I need to know and so does Nash, Dom and Iris.

I step out of my car and lock it. I slowly make my way up to the front door. I see the door open with the screen closed. I don't see any sign of Y/n so I knock, knowing her door bell is broken. I wait a minute before knocking again. I wait another minute with no answer.

I start to really worry about her. I open the screen door and then close it once I walk in. I look around the house seeing everything is in its normal place. I wipe my shoes on the little carpet in front of the door.

I walk up the stairs and towards Y/ns room. I listen through the door hearing Taylor Swift playing, you belong with me to be exact.

I knock on her door loudly, hoping she'll hear it through the music. I hear the music go down a bit she then her voice for the first time in a while.

"Come in Nash!" She calls.

I smile a little but quickly wipe it away. I open the door and see Y/n putting tape over a box filled with books. "It's me, not Nash," I say.

Y/ns head shoot's up and towards me. Her eyes wide. "Hi," I say quietly.

"Hey," Y/n says with a breathy tone. She shakes her head looking back at the box. "What are you doing here?"

"You phones off, Nash was worried about you and so was Iris. They're both away or busy so they sent me to check on you and make sure you were okay and alive. You always answer quickly unless you're asleep and I knew you weren't sick. I was really worried too," I say the last part under my breath.

Y/n looks at me again. I missed her so much. It's taking everything in me to not run up to her and hug her tight.

"Well you can go now," she says rudely. I sigh.

"Y/n I'm sorry-"

"No olivia! You don't get to do that to me! You chose to sleep with my ex! This is your fault!" Y/n yells at me.

My heart breaks more than ever. I hate being yelled at especially by people who I love and care about.

"I'm sorry," I say quietly after a few minutes of y/n looking at me. I walk out of her room and out the door. I get in my car and rest my head on my steering wheel and cry. I just let it all out. I feel so bad. This is not what I meant to happen.