Drunk Love - A Rob Gronkowski Fanfiction.

Chapter 39

I took a deep breath as Brandon and I got into the back of the SUV on our way to the airport. I'm not hungover, but I sure am tired from last night. I barely slept because I was up all night thinking about Rob and how much I messed up. I need to tell him everything about what happened on this trip, because of I don't, I will feel so bad until the problem resolves.

"I'm sorry about last night Sydney." Brandon said.

"You're fine."

"You know, I really like you Sydney. You're a sweet person, but I don't think it's right for someone to take advantage of another person while they're under the influence."

"Then why did you even start it in the first place?" I questioned.

"I don't know, I was in the moment."

"That makes no sense Brandon. You can't just do that and then talk about how wrong it is."

"Well it didn't go any further, okay? God Sydney, stop trying trying to make this all my fault." He half yelled.

"What are you talking about? I'm not the one who brought it up just now and I'm not the one who kissed first last night. You're being ridiculous right now!" I yelled back.

"I don't want to argue with you, just forget about everything I just said."

I didn't reply back to him. I didn't want to get him mad considering he has been so nice to me these past couple of days. We just sat in silence as we listened to the faint music coming from the radio and the loud chatter coming from the security guard and the driver.

When we got to the airport, Brandon and I didn't say one word to each other. It was like we didn't even know each other. Despite the fact that we're going to the same flight with only him and I on it, it was like we were in two different worlds.

I sat down in the same seat that I sat in on my way here. Goodbye warm Texas, hello bitterly cold Massechusets.

What if Rob isn't there when I get home? Like what if he was being completely serious and has thrown all of my things that I had in his house away, or even burn them because he didn't even want to look at them. I'm sure he wouldn't go to that extent, but it's always a possibility. It's Rob we're talking about here, he's unpredictable.

I sighed as I wiped my face from the tears that formed from just the thought of Rob leaving me. I mean, we were never in a serious relationship considering I haven't been honest. Maybe it's a good for me to tell him what Brandon and I did? I hate having secrets and I'm not so good at keeping them. Might as well tell him when he's going to break up with me anyways, right?

After getting off of the plane and arrived at our job, I awkwardly waved goodbye to Brandon as we went our separate ways into the parking garage. I got inside of my car and turned it on and just sat inside for about 10 minutes. I was blasting the extremely hot air which caused my cheeks to turn red. I took a deep breath before pulling out of the garage and onto the streets of Boston. I turned on the radio and just listened to music that I thought would cheer me up, but obviously not. I was still freaking out about what I would be coming home to, or how quick I would be getting home.

My heart nearly sank as I turned around the corner to see Robs car in my drive way. I almost started crying because I wasn't expecting it. I just took a big breath as I took my suit case out of the car and locked the doors. My hands were shaking out of control as I tried to get my house key on the key ring I have. I was so nervous to see what was on the other side of the door.