famous match up ➴ bws

12

| twelve ; songwriting? |

b r a d

The lads and I are outside Hannah's door with Emily. I told her that she didn't need to come but she insisted-she's such a nice girl.

"Brad, you ring the doorbell." Connor said, pushing me nearer to the door. I looked at him weirdly and nervously knocked the door. I swear to whoever, I'm fucking sweating right now. Yesterday, Hannah and I saw each other again, for the first time after a few months. She seemed okay and it looks like she handled our problem better than me. For the past two months, I've been weeping in our tour bus. I didn't go out unless we had a concert or a meet and greet, I didn't eat for days, showered only a few times-well, that was until I met Emily.

She's so nice and she comforted me the whole time. I don't like 'like' her though, I still have feelings for Hannah-actually, I'm not sure anymore. We haven't communicated for two whole months, and when we were best friends, we couldn't even survive not talking to each other for two hours.

I wonder how Hannah's feeling-no. Actually, I'm wondering if she's together with Nathan. Are they dating, or what? Maybe yes, maybe no, but I still saw them kiss. I cringe whenever I remember that day, the day our friendship broke. It was mostly my fault though, since I was stupid enough to believe she liked me back. Of course she didn't, since I'm just a small, ugly lead singer from a band. I just wish I could go back in time.

"Erm.. Brad?" I snapped back to reality and looked at the person who was poking my tummy. It was Hannah, looking at me awkwardly. Honestly, I almost teared up since it was a habit of her to poke my tummy when we were super close. I mentally sighed for my stupidness. I scratched the back of my head before replying, but before I could, she spoke again

"The boys... and Emily are inside now so..." She said awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with me. I felt my heart drop because she can't even look at me in the eyes. I simply nodded and walked in whilst looking at the ground.

Her house was still the same. Red couch there, coffee table here, etc. The only thing different about it, is that the aura seems depressing. I'm don't know how to put it into words but it's just-depressing. It was bright and all but everything seemed dark and sad even if her house was practically full of white.

"So," James began, breaking the depressing, awkward silence. "Where should we work?" He finished, scratching the back of his head afterwards.

"My room, or here?" She suggested in a questioning manner.

"Your room." The three said excitedly in unison which made them laugh. Hannah nodded and lead us upstairs to her room. She opened the door, only to find Chunchun-her adorable dog-who immediately ran towards my feet. He barked, wagging his little tail. I glanced at Hannah who was smiling from the sight-of her dog, I guess.

"Eww!" I heard someone say. I looked at Em as she hid behind my back, with her face showing a mix of disgust and fear. Chunchun responded to her actions by barking loudly, which frightened her more. Since no one was making a move, I decided to speak up.

"Hannah, can you please let Chunchun stay in another room." I said, sounding annoyed although I wasn't. I don't know how I did it but I made myself sound angry-which I didn't mean to do. I saw Hannah's smile drop to a frown as she nodded, looking down. She went out of her room, carrying her dog.

After ten minutes, she still wasn't here so I decided to check on her-because I'm sure none of the lads would do so-they were too busy messing around.

"Em, I'll be back later." I announced, and she nodded understandingly, smiling. I checked the different rooms here at the second floor but she wasn't in any of them so I headed downstairs. After looking around, I found her at the kitchen, sitting at one of the stools.