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This was it.
The day you finally decided what's good for the both of you.
You're going to end your relationship its not because you don't love him anymore, its because its for the best for the both of you. Sure you still love him, but you got to let go.
We've been together for 2 years now. Our relationship is going on well, until it changed everything. We had lost and been lacking communication, whenever we see each other we'd fight at little things and it will turn and lead it to a huge argument. Eveytime, it happens it hurts. I'm tired and I don't think I feel the same like before anymore. He deserves better.
I just arrived at the studio, the area they are working at. I was greeted by the crew since they knew me as his girlfriend and we've been close ever since.
I was sat in Brad's dressing room as Joe gestured me to. He assured me to wait for a moment because the boys were having rehearsals. He said they'll be finished soon.
I looked around the room, admiring it. Its neat and simple. Full of Brad's clothes as the wardrobe's a mess. When I turned to his mirror table, there was a framed picture of us smiling happily. I frowned at the thought I'm going to lose him later. I put the picture down as someone knocked at the door.
I stood up and opened it to see a sweaty, tired Brad. He looked shocked as he lifted me up hugging me.
"Y/N!" He chuckles as giggles escaped my mouth.
"Hello, Bradley." I half smiled.
His eyes furrowed a little as soon as he recognized I had never called him by his full name unless if I'm upset.
"What's wrong?" he asked, and chuckled nervously.
"I need to talk to you." I mumbled almost a whisper. I stepped outside, without signaling him but he followed anyways. I need some air.
"What do you want to talk about, Y/N?" he asked, his voice low.
"I don't know where to start, god. I was suppose to tell you at the end of the tour but I decided to tell you now so its won't hurt." I spoke, as my heart's pounding hard.
Should I do this?
I shooked my head from the crazy thought I'm catching.
"You're breaking up with me?" He spoke, hurt and disappointment was drawn on his face.
I looked up and stared at his brown eyes as they started to get glossy and dark in colour.
"Its just, all we do is is fighting and it'll get huge! We had lost communication as well, which made me think I wasn't supposed to be like this. You're so far away from me and it hurts. I need a man who would be there for me always. And.. Brad.. I don't feel the s-spark anymore." I spoked as tears were prickling in my eyes. I looked up as he is crying too.
"No, no. Please don't do this." He sobbed.
"Brad, we need to go on our separate ways and let go. I'm doing this because I love you, I always will, its for the best, brad. You deserve better." I soothe forcing a smile, but deep inside I'm dying from the knives that being stabbed at my bare heart.
He didn't say something, he just shooked his head and cried even more. I came down hugging him tightly as I could.
"I'm so sorry for hurting you, please forgive me for this." I breathed as we cried in sync.
"Y-Y/N, Please one more chance. We'll work this out, together, p-please." He begged as he sobbed for more.
I feel hurt. Felt broken.
"I-I don't know, Brad. I have to think, I'll have to see." I assured stuttering.
"Just please, Y/N. I love you." He tightens his grip from my waist in the hug.
"You're the best thing that ever happened in my life, and I can't lose that. I can't lose the love of my life, I can't lose you." He mumbled.
"I love you too, Brad. I just need some space. I need to think, okay?" I smiled and kissed his forehead as I stood up.
"D-don't leave me." He pleaded hopeful.
"I won't. I just needed some time to think. Take care of yourself, Brad. Bye." I said and left.
That's the last thing I said. I turned around and saw him stood there motionless. Its hard to walk out from the person you love the most.
Should I give him another chance?
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Brad's POV:
Its been two days since the incident happened. It still hurts.
I am staying at mum's, she had given me advices about it and keep cheering me up. She knows better, as always. She assured me to rest a little, later on dinner's ready.
I've been in my room in silent.
I kept texting Y/N to see if she's fine and that she's doing good. I just don't know of her decision yet, and I'm hoping she'd give me another chance to fix it up and have a fresh start again.
I decided to look on her as I sent her a text;
"Y/N? You alright? Just let me know if you're okay. I love you ❤" I texted.
Suddenly, my phone vibrated. In my surprise she replied, saying;
"I'm fine, thanks. I love you too ❤" I smiled at the text knowing we're doing fine, but are we?
"Just to let you know, we'll work this out. I promise, just give me an another chance, love." I texted back.
"Brad!" Mum called from downstairs, signaling me that the dinner's ready.
I sighed and left my phone there as I went downstairs with mum and the other fam greeting me resasuring smiles.
*20 Mins. later*
We just finished eating dinner. I went up to my room again and grabbed my phone to see if she replies yet, and yes she did.
I opened the text and I could've been more happier.
"I've made a decision. Let's try it again and make this work! Don't let it blow this time, you dork. I love you too much to let you go ❤ xx."
