Y/N P.O.V.
You couldn't hold the tears back anymore. As soon as you stepped into your bedroom you broke down. How could Andy do this. You have been together 3 fucking years. This was the third time, you can't take this anymore. You decided you were leaving, no way in hell you're staying with him after this. You got up from where you were on the floor and grabbed your suitcases and started packing everything that belonged to you. When you were done you brought all the suitcases outside and put them in your car, you then went inside and waited in the kitchen.
You were drinking a cup of coffee you made since you've been waiting for about an hour. You heard the door open and Andy walked in. He didn't notice you in the kitchen and headed upstairs. You just sat calmly drinking your coffee since you didn't know what you were gonna do. How were you gonna confront him?
You heard some shuffling then he was running downstairs yelling your name.
"Y/N!"
You didn't move, you felt tears start forming but you blinked them back he was going to see you upset.
"Y/N!" He yelled while running into the kitchen. He stopped when he saw you, he then did the most unexpected thing, he hugged you. You immediately cringed when the memory of him and that slut came to mind. You pushed him away and he looked really confused.
Then silence.
He was the first to break the silence.
"God! I thought I lost you!"
"You did."
"What? Why would you say that?"
"Why?"-you chuckled lightly- "thats what I'd like to know Andy. Why?"
"What are you talking about Y/N?"
"Don't lie Andy. I know."
"You know what?"
"I SAID DON'T FUCKING LIE ANDREW!"
"Y/N I'm not lying." He stepped closer to you but you put hand up and he stepped back. You took a deep breath.
"Andrew please don't make this worse and lie. I know. I understand that the first time she was a crazy fan that forced a kiss. The second time you were drunk and fucked a random slut, I let that slide, why because I loved you-"
"Did you say loved as in past tense?" He interrupted you. You sighed and continued not acknowledging his question.
"This is the third time Andrew. The fucking third time. I don't smell alcohol on you, you're completely sober. It didn't look like you were forced either, which means you did this on your own."
He didn't say anything, he just stared at his feet.
"Why? Am I not interesting enough for your taste?"
He finally looked up. His eyes showed sadness and guilt, but he didn't say anything.
"You know what it doesn't matter Andrew. Goodbye." You walked around him and left the house. The house that belonged to you and Andy. You guys bought that house together. So many memories, and now you're walking out. You looked back in hopes that Andy was running behind and you. In hopes that he would stop you, pull you in for a hug, kiss you and never let you go. But he wasn't behind you. What hurt even more was the fact that he let you walk out. You took a deep breath got in your car and left.
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A/N: Comment if you want a part two
