Over and over again ➵ j.s

2- "hey, nice to meet you again, kaylee"

2- "hey nice to meet you again kaylee"
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I took a slow walk up the apartment stairs behind Joe. My head hurt, and honestly so did my heart. I've never felt this enormous amount of pain all at once before and at any moment I feel as though I won't be able to stop myself from crying.

You could call me selfish for wanting him to myself. I'd understand the statement. But he loves someone else, and that's just too much for me to take in right now.

Before Joe unlocked the apartment door, I decided I was going to head straight for the bathroom and sort myself out. But once he flung open the doors, out popped Caspar, Zoë, Tanya, Jim, Alfie, Gabby, Marcus, Oli and Kaylee. "WELCOME HOME!" Zoë screamed, running up to hug me.

Zoë was my best friend. Without a doubt I know that I'm going to have to talk to her about Joe and Kaylee. As awkward as it may be, because it's her brother, I need to tell her how I'm feeling because I know I won't be able to keep this in all night.

Everyone greeted me one by one, welcoming me back home. The blonde haired, stunning girl, stayed seated on the couch, I know why she hasn't greeted me. It's fairly understandable, your boyfriends ex just walked through a door, with your boyfriend carrying her case. I felt as though I should greet her myself, I didn't want to leave her out, this wasn't her fault nor Joe's, not mine for that fact.

"Kaylee right?" I walked over to her and sat beside her on the couch. She slowly nodded her head, I never remembered her being the shy type. "Hey, nice to meet you again Kaylee." I forced a smile on to my face, trying to get across that I mean absolutely no harm to her. "You too" she replied so quietly I almost asked her to repeat it.

After almost 2 whole minutes, sitting in an dreadful, awkward silence, I decide to stand up and walk away. I tapped Zoë lightly on the shoulder, who seemed to be in deep conversation with Marcus. "We need to talk!" I said, making a loud whisper. Before she could reply I was dragged off by Joe, right back to the position I just came from. Thanks Joseph, thank you so very much!

"Layla, this is Kaylee," he introduced us, "Kaylee this is Layla". He was making an effort to make us both feel comfortable and it was beyond cute. No, I cannot be saying that. I nodded, "we've already met," I forced yet another smile on my face. "I kinda need to go talk to Z-" I was cut off as Alfie sneaked behind me and covered my eyes with his hands. I shooed them away from my face and turned to hug him, I missed Alfie's hugs, he's like the big brother who cares about you more than he does himself.

Thank god he got me out of that situation, because he led me over to Zoë and Marcus. I joined in their conversation for a while before Zoë finally let me talk to her in private, alone, downstairs.

We went into Caspar's bedroom, Joe hated us going in his. Caspar never minded, as long as we don't touch anything. "What's up gorgeous?" I hated it when Zoë called me that. I explained everything to Zoë, I was moments away from tears when Joe burst into the room.

"Can I speak to you in private?" Joe motioned to me, our eyes locking for a moment. I glanced at Zoë who gave me an approving nod and within seconds she'd already got herself out of the room, closing the door firmly behind her.

My head hurt, along with my stomach. What did he want now? To rub in my face that his new girlfriend is upstairs? No wait, that's unfair. "Stop disappearing and being so distant Layla," Joe started, "I've tried these whole four years to convince myself that you weren't coming bac-". I quickly cut him off, this really isn't something I want to nor need to be hearing right now. "Can we please talk about this later? I don't want this to ruin our night." I managed a small smile as I tugged my shirt down a little. He huffed, "I suppose."

There's so much I need to be worrying about at the moment, like where the hell i'm going to sleep tonight since Joe and I have planned for the past 6 weeks that I can stay here until I've found my own apartment. I was supposed to be sleeping with him, in his bed. But that idea is completely out of the window and there's no way sharing a bed with Caspar would be an option either.

I'm back 2 hours and I'm already starting to hate Britain, America was so much more stress free.