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You sat staring at your phone for the better part of twenty minutes. You willed the screen to light up, for the familiar name to span the display, but it remained blank.
You knew you were being childish, but you refused to be the first to make contact. Your feelings had been hurt and your ego was bruised. There was no way you were making the first move. But, damn if you didn't miss his usual texts or the sound of his voice.
Your phone droned loudly against the table in the otherwise silent room and you leapt towards it in anticipation. The name on the screen dashed all your hopes, but you managed to sound as unaffected as possible in your greeting.
"What's up Tris?"
"We decided to have a party for Joe's birthday tonight after the show. I know its last minute, but please say you'll come." he sounded rushed, but you expected nothing else.
Their show was set to start in a couple hours after all.
The possibility of a highly awkward run in with Louis crossed your mind, but you pushed it to the side, "Of course. I'll be there." you confirmed.
"Great. I'll..." he trailed off as he dealt with something on his end before returning, "Sorry about that. I'll send a car for you around ten, yeah?"
"Thanks Tris. Have a great show tonight." you wished before the call ended.
You wondered if the boys knew of the current state of your relationship with Brad. You hadn't spoken to each other in a little over a week. What began as a tiny argument had snowballed into a fight and now the two of you weren't on speaking terms.
By the way Tristan had spoken to you on the phone you figured he was none the wiser of what had happened. You wished to keep it that way.
There was no doubt in your mind that Brad would also be at Joe's party, but you weren't going to let that stop you from having a good time.
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"Happy birthday, Joe!" you hugged the birthday boy who was all smiles.
"Thanks love." he replied, handing you a drink and leading you towards the rest of the group.
They'd rented out one of the VIP sections of the club, but you figured the space was just as crowded as the rest of the club. Familiar and strange faces alike were milling around, all gathered in celebration of Joe's birthday.
"Y/N, you made it!" Tristan strolled towards you with a huge grin on his face.
You figured he was already a few drinks into the celebration and could only laugh when he slung an arm over your shoulder and left a sloppy kiss on your cheek.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world, it's not every day Joe's birthday." you winked at the man in question.
"Y/N! Our favourite gal." James followed as he hugs me.
"Really? I thought your favourite was Taylor?" Talkin' about Taylor Swift. (wink wink)
"Well, all of the above." He chuckled making me laugh as well.
"Y/N, you came just in time! Let's get you a drink, yeah?" Connor popped up, offering you one of the flutes in his hand.
You lifted the one Joe had given you upon arriving and took a sip, "Already ahead of you Ball."
Their excitement was infectious. You could tell a lot of it was because they were still pumped from their show. You couldn't help the adrenaline rush that their exhilaration caused you. You tipped back the flute and downed the contents of the glass.
"That's the spirit!" Tristan shouted and he, James and Con proceeded to follow your actions.
"Where's Brad?" Tristan asked when he noticed the fourth member missing.
"Right here lads," his voice appeared from your left. You didn't turn to acknowledge him though everything in you wanted to.
Before anything else could happen the music was interrupted by the DJ; his voice reverberated around the club in a requested for Tristan to join him and Joe in his booth to help run the music.
The entire VIP section erupted then in cheers of excitement. The look on Tristan's face said it all as he steps on stage with Joe. They would love nothing better.
It didn't take long for the circle to naturally disperse after Tristan's departure. James left for the bar and a pretty brunette managed to steal Con's attention, leaving just you and Brad.
This was the awkward moment you were dreading and wanting to make it any weirder than it needed to be you walked away with all intentions of losing yourself in the crowd of carefree club goers.
The celebration was a lot more enjoyable than you expected it would be. You danced with James and Connor for most of the night, both of whom were excellent company. Time flew without you even noticing and sure enough it was time to call it a night.
The perfect buzz you had going was dissipating by the second as you stood in the car park. You'd managed to avoid facing Brad for the entire night and now you had no choice.
Upon exiting the club you had separated from the group with the intention of getting a taxi, but then Joe called after you, bringing everyone's attention on you.
"Y/N, where are you going? Brad's parked over here, love."
You turned around to address four pairs of expectant eyes. Begrudgingly, you went towards them, "Right."
Your smile was forced, but you couldn't explain to the boys why you were going to get a cab without them asking questions. The last thing you wanted was them being all up in your business.
The car ride was painfully silent. The tension in the small space was suffocating. Not a word was said and when he finally pulled up to your apartment you couldn't exit fast enough.
You nearly tripped over your heels in your haste to get to your door. You hated the state your relationship was in. More than anything you wanted it to go back to the way it was, but just didn't know how to bridge the gap.
You froze just as you were pushing the key into the lock. You hadn't even heard him exit the car or walk up behind you.
You inhaled deeply before turning to look at him. Your eyes met his and you saw all the things you both wanted to say.
"I don't like this," he began.
You opened your mouth to reply, but he beat you to it.
"And I know you want nothing to do with me right now, but I can't stand not talking to you and being around you...and I just...I hate this, okay. So, I'm sorry. I want you to talk to me again, Y/N. Please."
His eyes searched yours as you remained silent.
"I miss you," he added when you didn't respond.
"I miss you too. And I'm sorry. I never should have said-"
"It's okay. We both said a lot of things we probably shouldn't have, yeah? The fight was stupid, babe. How about we just-"
"Forget it ever happened?" you finished for him.
The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled made your heart flutter just like it always did. His arms slid around your waist, pulling your body flush against his. His gaze moved from your eyes down to your mouth and you wanted nothing more than for him to lean down and kiss you.
"I really, really missed you," he whispered over your lips right before he did.
