James Marriott x WillNE

Hurt is temporary

James' POV

- one week later -

There's a sidemen Sunday shoot me and Will are invited to and i'm terrified to go. I mean, i'm on my way there, but after last week i'm not sure if I want to see him again. I don't hate him, but I sort of feel like my emotions have been played with. I knew it was too good to be true.

Everything that happened at the party must have been truthful, and everything he said to me must have been a lie. I miss him, but in the sense that, I miss the way things were between us. I haven't spoken to him in days despite him reaching out. Sometimes I have no self respect, and it's something i'm working on.

Regardless, this journey to the sidemen Sunday shoot is killing me. It's a hide and seek video which i've done before with George and it was alright I guess. I only go because it might give me a bit of publicity, even for just a few minutes.

And part of me also misses seeing Will.

- at the shoot -

Will is no where to be seen. I mean, he must be in this crowd somewhere, but i've been stood talking to Eleanor for a while and he hasn't popped up. I'm sure he will at some point, but we're already on our way to hide and so I guess I won't see him for a while.

- Will's POV -

I showed up to this stupid sidemen video just so I can see James, and he avoids me the entire time. Which is understandable. But i'm convinced he hates me now. Maybe I deserve it.

I'm determined to win this stupid video as well. I hate the hide and seek videos, I won't lie, but when I heard James was coming I felt like the right thing to do would be to come along and find him. Besides, I need to make things right between us.

- later -

It's the final few minutes and i've been informed that it's just me and James left. I'm shocked, to say the least. James got caught very quickly in the last video they did so for him to still be in-

I hear a noise.
I look around.
It's Simon. I've been caught.

"Nooo nooo!!" I exclaim and laugh as I leave my spot, keeling over and exclaiming my disappointment at getting second place. But then I realise James has won. I stand up all of a sudden and look shocked. "Oh my god!" I say once i've realised, and let out a cheeky grin.

I decide i'm going to go with the boys to find him. Why not? And when I do, I smile. There he is, looking just as beautiful as he always has and even more. I feel a pang of guilt in my chest for treating him the way I did.

He's a good sport. He stands up and cheers himself on for winning, which I join in on. The cameras are on, and usually, I'd be scared of this.

But I walk forward, gently hold his face, and kiss him.