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You had to admit, you did love the cars, the cash, the clothes, the red carpets, the parties... The list was endless. But what you didn't love was the fighting. The constant arguing over everything.
What had happened? You and Brad had been in love once upon a time, and as much as you tried to convince yourself that you still were, you couldn't deny that things had gone very bad. You barely spoke anymore, and when you did it was guaranteed to turn into a massive argument that would end with both of you not speaking to each other for days, again. It was a vicious circle. You searched and searched for the answer; what had gone wrong? But it wasn't that hard when you truly allowed yourself to think about it.
When you met Brad, The Vamps weren't all that successful. They had a few number ones, sold out tours and plenty of fans but they were nothing compared to what they currently were. Brad had time for you, he was a true gentleman all the time and you never had to fear him having his head turned by another woman. When you got married you imagined you'd be together forever. You were one of those couples. But as the fame got more and more, and the bank balance entered the next set of figures, the love he seemed to have for you decreased as fast as the cars he was buying. He just didn't have time for you anymore and you didn't even want to think about the time he was spending with other women.
It wasn't a marriage anymore, it was just a fact of life. You were husband and wife, just like the daytime sky is blue, and grass is green. But it wasn't something you felt anymore. It didn't go beyond the contractual obligation. The only thing that made you married was the fact that you hadn't yet divorced.
Divorce. The word that had been running circles in your mind for months. It was inevitable really. There was really no longer a reason for you to stay. You weren't happy and neither was he. So what was the point? Enough was enough, and as you packed your bags, you wished and wished that none of this had happened. As bad as you felt for thinking it, you kind of wished The Vamps hadn't gotten half as successful as they did. You and Brad would be happily married right now, possibly with kids. But the only kids in this relationship were were the ones Brad had probably fathered by accident behind your back. You couldn't kid yourself, you knew what he was like.
You looked at your wedding ring with contempt. How could something that used to make you so happy make you so sad? How could a person that used to make you so happy make you feel like this? You ran your hand through your hair, trying to make sense of it all. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't hear Brad enter your shared bedroom.
Looking around at the clothes everywhere and the packed bags, it was obvious what was going on here. The look in his eyes was something equally familiar and unrecognisable. You hadn't ever seen him look like that before. A look of defeat, maybe? Anguish? Anger? All wrapped up on one bitter emotion.
"Y/N." he said blandly.
"Yes?", you returned, unable to look him in the eye.
"Don't do this.", he stated, running a hand through his brown curls.
"Why Brad? Are you gonna do something to make me want to stay?" Your question was met with silence. You chuckled bitterly, almost finding the situation amusing.
"Go on Brad. Twist my arm. Give me a reason to stay." you said with a massive fake smile, the most patronising tone you could muster. Again, you were met with silence.
"Give me a reason or I swear to God I will walk out of your life right now!", you said, the raised tone of your voice sounding more serious this time.
"Money.", he quickly replied.
"I could... I could get you a new car... To say sorry for the way I've treated you recently and stuff..." he choked out, voice breaking ever so slightly. The tears in his eyes made yours sting. But you couldn't think about that.
You breathed a massive sigh, holding your hand to your forehead. Out came another laugh, a reflex action.
"This is exactly it. You just don't get it, do you? I love you more than just what's in the bank. I don't want you for your money. I know that's probably not what you're used to with all the women you keep company with nowadays, but it's true. I don't want cars, I don't want money, I don't want jewellery. I want what we had. Money has ruined us, Brad".
You picked us as many bags as you could carry and headed towards the door. "Wait!" Brad cried out, grabbing your arm. You didn't realise until then that you were shaking, you whole petite frame quivering. Maybe that's what it felt like when your heart was breaking.
"Please, just give me another chance. I can make it better. We can buy a new house somewhere, start again. I'll buy us a holiday, a break from all the craziness. How about that dress you were looking at? I'll buy you it and we can go for a night out, let our hair down..", he pleaded, tears streaming out of his big brown puppy dog eyes and down his sweet, baby-like face.
You just stared at him in sadness. He truly thought the answer to everything was money. He couldn't see anything beyond money. He couldn't even understand what you were saying to him.
As you looked into his eyes you realized that you weren't looking at the same person you fell in love with all those years ago. In his eyes, you saw nothing. Not the charming, funny, confident Brummie boy you used to see. He was just an empty shell. Ruined by material.
"Goodbye, Brad.", you choked out, walking away. You'd never been as sad in your life.
