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"Clara, can you please tell me what's wrong?" Alex asked.

"I'm not talking to you, Alex." Clarabella blandly replied.
Her head was resting against the window of the passenger seat in Alex's car.

"I'm leaving tomorrow and I won't see you for months, please don't leave this on a shit note, Clara." Alex said, keeping his eyes on the road but taking worried glances at Clara every now and then.

"Honestly, I'm not in the right frame of mind to talk to you right now, so can you please just shut up?" Clara raised her voice a bit which made Alex scoff.

"Aight, no need for a tantrum." He said as he rolled his eyes.

"Are you fucking joking? Tell me you aren't serious right now." Clarabella was still drunk which heightened her emotions.

"No, I'm not fucking joking Clara. Why the fuck are you being all weird with me?" Alex met the volume of Clara's voice.

"You can't just fucking ignore me all night just because there is another girl there who would tell you how much she 'loves' your music when in reality she just wants to get in your fucking trousers innit. I'm sick of this already, I trusted you Al. I really did," She started tearing up again, the influence of alcohol not helping her to handle her emotions.

"but if this is how you're gonna treat me, then I can't be you're mate any longer. It's unfair and I felt like a fucking idiot trying to get your attention all night even for just a minute because you're the one person I trust with everything but the fact that you can just chuck me to the side just because someone who can entertain you for an hour is fucking on top of you." Clara looked into Alex's eyes and she only felt more hurt by the look that he returned her with.

Alex turned cold, "You're acting like we are in a fucking relationship, we are only mates Clara, and I've known you what, a few months? Grow up Clara, I know you're just barely seventeen and naive but the whole world doesn't revolve around you, and not everyone has to notice you all the time. You had Matt, Jamie, Nick, Katie and Kelly's attention, is that not enough?"

Alex knew what he felt for Clara the moment he saw her up on stage, he needed her. He was always too scared of how much he cared for her and he knew she didn't feel the same way as he did. He didn't know what came over him that night.

Tears started to flow down her eyes, Alex made her feel lower than anyone else had. "Can you just drop me off at Ryan's house? It's closer and I told him I could come over anyways. Also I don't think I can stay in the car with you that long." Clara didn't know what she was saying, she hated Ryan after talking to her like that down the phone. She just wanted Alex to feel bad, or jealous, or something.

Alex suddenly felt angry, "You're going to his house looking like that?" He eyed her up and down. Clara was wearing fishnets with a short black dress and her motorcycle boots. Which is the outfit that she worn out that night, nothing wrong with it.

Clarabella stared at him for a few seconds, trying to process what just came out of her best friend's mouth. "Are you fucking taking the piss, Alex?" She scoffed as more tears welled in her eyes. "Let me out here, his house is only a few blocks away." She sniffled the tears back as much as she could but a few still escaped from her peircing green eyes.

Alex apparently came to his senses.
"Clarabella, fuck. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean it like that." Alex pinched the bridge of his nose while still trying to keep an eye on the road.

"Stop the fucking car Alex." She demanded. Alex looked at her and realised if he tried to drive any further, she would probably kill him so he pulled over to an empty spot on the side of the road.

Clara reached into the back seat to grab her red leather jacket and her bag. Then turned to Alex while her hand is on the door handle, "also, that little bitch, Alexa was it? Wore worse than I am wearing and you obviously enjoyed your little fuck. So let me and my 'slutty fishnets' get it, love." She mocked him, and with that she got out of the car without a stumble, despite the amount of alcohol she had consumed that night, slammed the door and stormed down the footpath.

She knew she was not going to 'get it', atleast she wouldn't have let it happen. She just wanted to push Alex's buttons.

Fuck.
Alex thought as he slammed his head against his hands that were gripping the steering wheel.
Why the fuck would you say that to her you fucking prick.
He internally cursed at himself, hating himself even more than he already did.

Clarabella's POV~
I was woken by a beam of sunlight passing through my sheer eyelids. I was covered by a warm duvet that hid my body. Suddenly, a wave of sickness came over me. I ran into the bathroom and threw up the remains from the night before.

Kneeling on the tiled bathroom floor brought out a hiss from my lips when I felt the pain on my knees. I pulled the pyjama pants up to see what was causing me the pain, only to see my knees cut up and bruised.

Recalling the night before, I remembered that when Alex left me out on the side of the road, I decided not to walk the five minutes to Ryan's house. Instead I walked the hour and a half walk back to my own home out of pettiness.

While walking home, my tired and drunk legs gave out and I collapsed onto the concrete floor beneath me. I remember also hitting my hip and I checked the state of that too. It looked worse than my knees somehow.

I then recalled the fight I had with Alex and the humiliation I faced from Ryan and felt really shitty. Everything is going wrong and I'm the main cause of it.

A chime came from my phone that was on the other room and I decided to go and check what the reason for it was. I picked up my phone only to see multiple missed messages and calls from Alex.

Alex:
•I'm really fucking sorry Clara. Can you please call me?
•I'm such an idiot love, I didn't mean any of it.
•I'm leaving in a few hours, wanna come over so we can sort it out?
•I can't leave things like this.
•Call me so I know that you got back safely.
•Love, please, You are driving me fucking mad here. I'm worried about you.
The list went on.

"Clara? Hey!" A surprised voice came from the other side of the phone.
"Hi Alex." I replied back, emotionless.
There was silence for a moment or two and then Alex decided to speak.

"Honestly love, I cannot express how sorry I am, I was completely out of order to speak to you like that and I feel fucking terrible."
"Yeah, you should." 

"And I shouldn't have ignored you all night." He said, slightly quieter. "I was carried away and I didn't mean to do it on purpose, I'm just a fucking wanker. You're the only one who knows what I'm truly like and you're the only one who actually likes that person, I don't know where I'd be without you Clara." He sounded genuinely sincere which made me feel horrible about what I was going to say next.

"Alex, I think while you're on tour we shouldn't talk until you come back." I spoke quietly, a few voice cracks seeping through the strong front.

"What?" He stuttered, a broken voice came through.

"You made me feel like a complete piece of shit last night Al. And I know it probably wasn't your intentions but I can't go through what I went through before, I won't let it happen." I explained, trying not to recall my past experiences.

"What the fuck Clara? You can't do this." He started to sound more pissed off.

"This is exactly what I mean Alex. This childness, it's unbearable. I honestly don't know what has gotten into you lately but I can't be around for it." I held back the tears.

There was a pause for a few minutes.
"Fine, but will you do me one favour?" He said, now way softer than his original tone was.

"What is it Alex."

"Will you call me if you need any help or anything?" He completely changed his tone.

I scoffed, "Would you do me one and stop acting like a fucking man child." I said before hanging up, rolling my eyes as I did so.