Can You Forgive?

Memories

2 weeks later

Brad's POV

2 weeks, 2 weeks I had gone since I walked out of my wedding. I have ignored all calls from Chloe and he family and ignored everyone who comes to the door looking for me. I'm not hiding or anything because I have nothing to hide from but I just really don't want to see her or any of her family because if I do, I won't be held responsible for my actions. I had spent most of my time in my room going through everything. I needed to get my head straight and try to start again but mostly I wanted to try and start again with Lucy. These past 5 months everything has just become so messy. I know it is all my own fault but I want to put things right now.

When I was going through things in my room, I found 'the box'. This box was everything that I thought was sentimental from mine and Lucy's relationship. I know this may sound like a girly thing to do, by keeping a box with all of our relationship stings inside but I don't care. It was special to me. I guess I hid the box away when I broke up with her. I never threw it away but now I am so glad I didn't. I opened the box and a smile instantly creeped onto my face. Picture, cinema tickets, receipts, anything from out dates. All of these things had memorise. Our memories and no one else could take them.

I got to the bottom of the box and saw a picture. It was old and the edges were tattered. I pulled it out and a lump formed in the back of my throat. It was picture from the very first day I met her. She was 16 and I was 17. I originally was supposed to spend time with the guy, working on our first album but I actually spent all of my time with her. The picture was taken when we were sat on the grass in Tristan's garden. She was laid on the grass and I was sat next to her. She was smiling like an idiot and so was I. I hadn't seen this picture since the day it was took. Who knew this it could have such an effect on me? Maybe those feeling weren't gone? Maybe I still loved her?

Lucy's POV

I was walking through the living, trying to doge all the boxes in my way. Today was the day that James was moving in with me. However, he dropped all of his boxes off, and when I say dropped them off I mean dumped them in the middle of the living room and then he buggerd off to band practice with the guy. So me being the hinge softy push over that I am said that I would start to unpack his boxes. Well that I was before I realised how heavy they were. I probably should of thought this through but oh well.......

"Jesus Christ" I cursed under my breath as I tried to pick up of the boxes. I think that James may have packed rocks in the boxes instead of clothes. I had been unpacking the boxes for about an hour when I heard the front door open. "LUCY LASS WHERE U AT?" I heard Tristen yell. He really needs to stop saying that he soon walked in with James and con behind. "you really need to stop saying that" I laughed. "an you, have you packed bloody rocks or something, I nearly put my back out" I pointed to James. "sorry luc" he laughed. "well men are hear now" Connor smirked as he tensed his muscles and James and Tris did the same. "well can you show them in so you boys can go play" I laughed. "oooo you just got mugged off mate" Tris laughed as he high fived me and patted Connor on the back. We all burst out laughing.

10 minutes later there was a knock on the door. "con, answer the door" I yelled to him. He opened the door and I heard him talking to someone but I couldn't figure out who. Then he walked back in, with brad following. Everything went silent and I could feel all eyes on me. "hi Lucy" bad said shyly. I didn't want to talk to him. Not right now. "hi brad" I sighed and with that I left upstairs. I can't talk to him. I need space. I need to be away from him. I need to move on.

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sorry if it is really bad and i knwo2 weeks later

Brad's POV

2 weeks, 2 weeks I had gone since I walked out of my wedding. I have ignored all calls from Chloe and he family and ignored everyone who comes to the door looking for me. I'm not hiding or anything because I have nothing to hide from but I just really don't want to see her or any of her family because if I do, I won't be held responsible for my actions. I had spent most of my time in my room going through everything. I needed to get my head straight and try to start again but mostly I wanted to try and start again with Lucy. These past 5 months everything has just become so messy. I know it is all my own fault but I want to put things right now.

When I was going through things in my room, I found 'the box'. This box was everything that I thought was sentimental from mine and Lucy's relationship. I know this may sound like a girly thing to do, by keeping a box with all of our relationship stings inside but I don't care. It was special to me. I guess I hid the box away when I broke up with her. I never threw it away but now I am so glad I didn't. I opened the box and a smile instantly creeped onto my face. Picture, cinema tickets, receipts, anything from out dates. All of these things had memorise. Our memories and no one else could take them.

I got to the bottom of the box and saw a picture. It was old and the edges were tattered. I pulled it out and a lump formed in the back of my throat. It was picture from the very first day I met her. She was 16 and I was 17. I originally was supposed to spend time with the guy, working on our first album but I actually spent all of my time with her. The picture was taken when we were sat on the grass in Tristan's garden. She was laid on the grass and I was sat next to her. She was smiling like an idiot and so was I. I hadn't seen this picture since the day it was took. Who knew this it could have such an effect on me? Maybe those feeling weren't gone? Maybe I still loved her?

Lucy's POV

I was walking through the living, trying to doge all the boxes in my way. Today was the day that James was moving in with me. However, he dropped all of his boxes off, and when I say dropped them off I mean dumped them in the middle of the living room and then he buggerd off to band practice with the guy. So me being the hinge softy push over that I am said that I would start to unpack his boxes. Well that I was before I realised how heavy they were. I probably should of thought this through but oh well.......

"Jesus Christ" I cursed under my breath as I tried to pick up of the boxes. I think that James may have packed rocks in the boxes instead of clothes. I had been unpacking the boxes for about an hour when I heard the front door open. "LUCY LASS WHERE U AT?" I heard Tristen yell. He really needs to stop saying that he soon walked in with James and con behind. "you really need to stop saying that" I laughed. "an you, have you packed bloody rocks or something, I nearly put my back out" I pointed to James. "sorry luc" he laughed. "well men are hear now" Connor smirked as he tensed his muscles and James and Tris did the same. "well can you show them in so you boys can go play" I laughed. "oooo you just got mugged off mate" Tris laughed as he high fived me and patted Connor on the back. We all burst out laughing.

10 minutes later there was a knock on the door. "con, answer the door" I yelled to him. He opened the door and I heard him talking to someone but I couldn't figure out who. Then he walked back in, with brad following. Everything went silent and I could feel all eyes on me. "hi Lucy" bad said shyly. I didn't want to talk to him. Not right now. "hi brad" I sighed and with that I left upstairs. I can't talk to him. I need space. I need to be away from him. I need to move on.

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