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I was sat in my house watching TV. Brad was in the studio with the boys at the moment. They were recording for their next album. He wasn't due home for a while, so I wasn't too bothered about the fact that I was only in a tank top. It bothered me a little that he was out, but I knew it was part of his job. But he'd been going out with the boys a lot as well when he wasn't working and that's what bothered me. He'd only been back from tour for 2 weeks and yet he was already spending so much time with the boys.
"Babe, I'm home," Brad called from the door, distracting me from my thoughts. I looked up at the clock and saw that it was 1 o'clock. He was 3 hours early.
"What are you doing home so early?" I asked.
"I thought I'd come home early, so I could spend some time with my beautiful girlfriend," he said, going to give me a hug. I was suddenly aware of how bare my arms were.
"I'm just going to put a hoody on," I said, escaping his arms and running upstairs.
"Why? It's baking hot," he yelled after me.
"I'm just a bit cold," I said and shut the door. I quickly grabbed a hoody from my wardrobe and put it on. I could already feel the heat seeping through, but I couldn't risk him seeing the marks that covered my arms.
"Are you sure you're not going to swelter in that?" Brad said as I came back downstairs and sat down next to him.
"No, I'm fine," I said. He looked at me unconvinced but let it go. We carried on watching the TV for a while. "So how's the album going?"
"It's fine, we wrote a new song today, I think you'll like it," he said.
"How do you know?" I asked.
"Well..."
"I mean how do you know I like any of your music?" I teased. He looked at me shocked, but then caught on to the fact that I was kidding when he saw my smirk.
"What are you trying to say?" He said, joining in.
"Well, I could have been lying to you this whole time, I don't actually like your music at all," I said, still smirking.
"Take it back," he said, diving onto me and digging his fingers into my sides.
"Stop," I said laughing.
"Not until you take it back," he said, finding my weakest spots easily, the grin evident on his face.
"Never," I screamed through the laughter. This carried on for a while, and I didn't notice that the sleeves of my hoody had fallen down to my elbows. Brad suddenly stopped and I looked at him curiously. He was looking at my arm which he was holding up.
"What...?"
"Shit," I whispered, ripping my arm from his grip and shoving the sleeve down as I sat up.
"(y/n)," he said quietly as I walked into the kitchen. I lent against one of the counters with my back to the door. I heard footsteps come in behind me.
"Go away," I said quietly.
"You said you wouldn't do it again," he said sadly. I turned around and could see tears in his eyes.
"I'm sorry," I said, tears coming to my eyes as well.
"You promised me," he whispered as the tears started to roll down his face. I slid down the counter onto the floor, holding my knees to my chest. "What...what made you do it?" he asked and I just shrugged. "It wasn't me was it?"
"No," I said hesitantly. It was a lie.
"Oh god, it was me," he said collapsing to the floor next to me. "What did I do?"
"It wasn't you directly. It's just...you haven't been around a lot lately. You're always with the boys, even when you're not working. You only finished tour a few weeks ago, you were with them every day for it, and now you're still spending every day with them," I said through the tears that were now streaming down my face. "I just felt...like you didn't want me anymore, that you'd had enough of me,"
"Oh my god, don't you ever think that, I could never not want you, I love you too much," he said, wrapping his arms around me tightly.
"I was being stupid," I whispered.
"No, you weren't, I'm sorry I haven't been around, I'm the stupid one, I should have realized that it would hurt you,"
"I'm sorry,"
"Don't be, you've got nothing to be sorry about," he whispered. That's the only volume either of us could reach.
"I broke my promise," I said, choking on the tears. He moved in front of me.
"(y/n) don't apologize, I know you can't help it," he said firmly, taking my hands in his. "Just please, try not to do it again, if you feel like doing it talk to me, especially if it's because of something I've done, I love you too much to lose you,"
"I love you too," I whispered. He took my face in his hands and pressed a kiss to my lips.
"Come on, lets go upstairs and watch a film in bed," he said, standing and then picking me up, carrying me upstairs. He set me down on the bed and went to put a film on. He held up (favourite film) and I smiled. He then joined me in the bed. He wrapped his arms around me tightly. We spent the rest of the evening cuddling in bed, with him pressing light kisses up and down my arm, on every one of my scars.
"I love you," I whispered.
"I love you too," he whispered, placing a kiss to my head.
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