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the argument, didn't start over groceries or something trivial this time, it started with a question. a question i'd been avoiding for days but couldn't hold back any longer.
"so, are you going to talk about the rumors or just ignore them?" i had said, my voice sharper than i intended.
drew looked up from his phone, his brow furrowing. "what rumors?"
i crossed my arms, feeling my pulse quicken. "you know exactly what I'm talking about, drew. you and maddie. the pictures, the interviews, the fans saying you two are more than co-stars."
his expression hardened immediately, his voice going cold. "are you serious right now? you think i'm hooking up with her?"
"i don't know, am i?" the words came out louder than i'd planned, my frustration bubbling over. "everyone seems to think somethings going on! the way you two are always together, the way you look at her, don't act like i'm crazy for asking."
"it's a job, y/n. we're actors. i work with her, for christ's sake. she's my friend." drew's jaw tightened, and i could see the flash of anger in his eyes. "and to be honest, you are crazy for asking."
"it sure doesn't feel that way when everyone's convinced there's something going on!" i shot back, my heart pounding in my chest. "also, given your past, it's not exactly insane to wonder what's really going on."
he let out a frustrated laugh. "you're letting people get in your head. do you really think i'd cheat on you?"
before i could respond, he threw his arms up in the air and shouted, "honestly, i didn't think you were the type to believe everything you hear!"
with that, he turned on his heel and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
an hour had passed, and i sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the empty space where drew had been. i cringed at the memory of our fight, the words replaying in my mind. the silence that followed felt defeating, like a weight pressing down on me.
i swallowed, trying to push down the regret that had begun to settle in. i hated fighting with him. it never felt right, especially when it got this bad. i ran my hands through my hair, letting out a shaky sigh.
i glanced toward the door, knowing all too well where is. he was on the couch. he always went to the couch when things got tense. my heart twisted at the thought of him lying there, probably wide awake, thinking about the stupid fight.
i pushed myself off the bed and wrapped a blanket around my shoulders. quietly, i made my way out of the bedroom and down the hallway, my feet barely making a sound on the carpeted floor.
the living room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the streetlight filtering in through the curtains. drew was on the couch, lying on his side, facing away from me. his back looked tense, and his legs were curled up slightly as if he was trying to make himself smaller on the cramped cushions.
i hovered in the doorway, unsure of what to say. the knot of guilt in my stomach tightened as i watched him. i hated seeing him like this. it wasn't supposed to be like this between us.
taking a deep breath, i stepped closer. "drew?" i whispered, keeping my voice soft.
he didn't respond right away, but i saw his shoulders tense slightly, so i knew he had heard me. after a moment, he sighed and slowly rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling.
"i don't want to fight anymore, y/n," he said quietly, his voice heavy with exhaustion.
"i don't either," i admitted, sitting down at the edge of the couch near his feet. "i hate how we left things."
he didn't move, he just kept staring at the ceiling. "you know i'd never do that to you, right? i get that my job makes things look...complicated, but there's nothing between me and maddie."
"i don't want to think that," i said, my voice cracking.
he finally turned his head to look at me, his expression softer than before but still tinged with hurt. "what are we even doing? we're supposed to be better than this."
"i know, but sometimes it just gets to me," i admitted, wiping at my eyes. "it's hard to not let it. and lately, you've been so busy or distant...i felt like i was losing you, and i didn't know how to handle that."
he sat up, his eyes meeting mine, taking my hand in his. "i didn't realize i was making you feel like that. i should've told you sooner that there's nothing going on, and there never will be. i'm with you because i love you."
i let out a shaky breath, squeezing his hand. "i trust you, drew. i do. i just hate feeling this way, like everyone else sees something I don't."
he pulled me closer, wrapping arm around me as i rested my head on his shoulder. "i'm sorry too. i should've reassured you instead of storming off. that wasn't fair."
i leaned into him letting the tension between us slowly fade. "i don't want us to fight like that. it just hurts."
"me neither," he said, kissing the top of my head. "we're gonna be okay."
i chuckled softly, nodding.
he stood up, offering me his hand. "come on then. let's put this behind us."
"i think i might stay on the couch tonight, see what all the hype is about," i teased, settling back into the couch just to see his reaction.
he raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "you're not sleeping down here."
"i might. it's cozy," i said, a grin spreading across my face.
before i knew it, drew bent down, sweeping me up into his arms effortlessly. "what are you doing?" i asked, surprised as i looped my arms around his neck.
"taking us to bed," he said simply, his voice softer now. "no more couch nights, y/n."
i smiled against his chest, feeling the warmth and comfort of his arms as he carried me to our bedroom. he was wearing my favorite dark gray t-shirt, that always smelled of dryer sheets and cologne. i buried my face into it, loving the feeling of the soft fabric against my skin.
when we reached the bedroom, he gently laid me down on the bed, pulling the covers over me. he slid in next to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me close. "i love you, y/n," he whispered, his lips brushing against my forehead.
"i love you too, drew," i whispered back, feeling the last of the weight of the argument slip away as i rested my head on his chest.
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hi guys!!! sorry for the long hiatus, fell into a writing slump for awhile :( but with obx4 and queer coming out, we are being FED with drew content so i am re-inspired, so expect to see a lot more from me! (also, chapter titled inspired by so far gone by role model!!)
on a sadder note, i want to take a moment to reflect on the impact of liam's passing. growing up, i was a huge one direction fan (still am lol), and it is why i downloaded wattpad 10 years ago. with the passing of liam, i've been absolutely heartbroken. it almost doesn't feel real. wherever liam is now, i hope he has found the peace that he deserved. thank you, liam, for the memories. i will never forget your sweet smile and your beautiful voice. may you rest in peace.
