Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

Part 2 Your Song (M.C)

HIS POV

Sitting in the music room, I stared out of the window that looked out to the yard.

She was out there somewhere, with my heart in the palm of her hand.

And now she'd never know.

The words I'd wrote were out there somewhere, on a piece of paper.

They were lost, but always on the tip of my tongue.

I strummed my guitar, the opening chords of the song I'd written for her.

The words rang throughout my mind, swirling around my dark mind, trying to pull some sense into me.

But I refused to let them take over.

And instead watched them burn.

A knock on the door snapped me from my thoughts.

"Hey, can I come in?" Ashton asked.

He hesitated in the doorway.

I just nodded and turned my attention back to the window.

"I heard what happened," he stated.

I didn't reply.

The sound of a chair scraping was the only sound in the room.

He slowly took a seat.

"Why did you run?" he asked, his voice quiet.

I snapped my head back to him, my eyes glaring at him.

"What the fuck do you mean?!" I snapped.

He flinched at my harsh words, slinking back into his chair.

"I just...."

He paused, sighing.

"You could have spoke to her," he says.

I scoff, glancing back out of the window.

I spot her down in the yard, with him.

"How could I have spoke to her when he was eating her fucking face off," I seethe.

"You could have tried at least," Ashton suggests.

I take a deep breath, running a hand through my hair and try to be patient with him.

Why does he not understand this?

"Ashton," I start. "She's with him. I couldn't just swoop in there and tell her I fucking love her man!"

My voice raises and I snap my mouth shut, praying nobody outside of these four walls heard.

"She's not necessarily with him Mike," he shrugs.

"Whatever," I drawl.

I'm bored of trying to constantly explain to him that he's so wrong.

He can't see past it all.

She may not be with him with him, like a relationship.

But she's still with him, she's seeing him on the side.

He's like her side boy.

And that's more than I can handle.

If that's all she's about, I don't want that.

I want it all with her.

Everything.

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