Complicated // h.s.

twenty-four

*Sawyer's POV*

I decided on not spending any more time in Beverly Hills and Los Angeles. I saw all of my friends that I haven't seen in months, and then I left. Keeton was nice enough to invite me to spend a few days with his family and him in Orange County for New Year's. Yes, I was still close to home, but I wasn't around the familiarity of Beverly Hills and Los Angeles. Orange County was safe. I didn't really know anyone there.

I rang the doorbell of the address of the house that Keeton gave me. A woman that looked vaguely like Keeton opened the door with a smile on her face. She surprisingly embraced me in a hug and I returned with hesitation.

"Ma, stop hassling her." I heard Keeton's voice from inside.

I soon saw him walk up to the door with a beer in hand. He looked great. It looked as if he has gotten some sun since the last time I saw him. He pushed passed his mom and hugged me and kissed my cheek.

"Hey, babe." I smiled at me. "Mom, this is Sawyer, Sawyer this is my mom Heather."

They then moved out of the doorway so that I could get into the house. It was large, beautiful. It wasn't as nearly as big as the Styles manor, but it was big. The high ceilings and chandeliers captivated me. Chandeliers were one of the only things that truly fascinated me. I loved looking at them. The house was very homely and filled with love, very unlike my house.

"Shall I give you a tour of Casa de la Moore?" Keeton joked before taking a sip of his beer.

I nodded my head. I could hear chatter coming from the direction we were headed. We stopped in a dining room where people were talking and laughing with each other.

"Everyone, this is Sawyer." Keeton said loudly to interrupt the conversation. "Don't embarrass me, be polite."

"Is she your girlfriend?" A girl that looked about my age asked.

It caused my cheeks to heat up. Keeton put his free hand on the small of my back.

"No, but I wish." He answered.

I smiled warmly. I walked around to everyone learning their names with their faces. They were all kind and friendly, very unlike my family.

Keeton and I walked off, and he continued on his little tour of the house. We finally got to a room that looked like his. He had a wall full of different types of photography and then he had another full of album covers with a vinyl player. I walked to it immediately and looked through his records seeing that he had music from XX, The Neighbourhood, The Strokes, and The 1975."

"I don't depict you to be a fan of this type of music." I said as I looked through his music.

I heard him chuckle.

"You'd be surprised." He said softly.

He sat on a couch that was adjacent to his bed and then he patted the spot next to him. I immediately walked over to him and fell into his side with a giggle.

"What happened?" Keeton asked.

I only gave him brief details about what occurred.

"He's so... cold now. He doesn't even talk to same. His voice is different, his eyes, his face, just everything... He didn't even come to the annual Christmas party that our parents throw." I explained.

"Thanks for the invite." Keeton joked.

I nudged his side before I continued to explain.

"He made me feel like shit, Keeton. He literally had sex with me and told me to leave. He didn't even look at me while we did it. It was awful." I grimaced at the memory.