Stranded

Sixteen

3 weeks

Brad's POV

He hates me He hates me He hates me He hates me
I messed up I messed up I messed up I- "Brad!" I blink "I've been calling your name for like 5 minutes I was about to punch you"

It was Tristan, i sigh and look up "sorry" I mumble

"We need you --well Connor needs you" he says, I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. Why would he need me? He hates me, he has every reason to- "Brad!"

"Why?" Is all I ask

"Brad he doesn't hate you and you don't hate him he needs you right now" Tristan almost pleads, I stand up from my place on the ground following the taller boy. As we get closer i can hear what sounds like gasps and cries, the boys look up as they see me and move out the way. Yesterday they probably didn't even want me near him.

"Con brads here" James says to connor who is currently sat curled up in a ball hyperventilating, panic instantly fills me. He moves out the way and I cautiously walk closer to Connor, "he wouldn't stop asking for you Brad please don't upset him" James says to me so only i can hear.

I nod biting my lip to stop me from saying, 'I would never hurt him' they move out the way giving us some space. I kneel in front of him taking a deep breath. Now that I'm closer i can see he's shaking and sobbing heavily, "Connor?" I ask gently, i see him freeze slightly. Saying his actual name like this doesn't feel right, it's always nicknames. I sigh and try again "Con it's Brad, I'm so so sorry and I didn't mean anything I said but I need you to look at me right now please?" I ask

He slowly looks up, tears still pouring from his beautiful eyes. He's still gasping for breath, i reach out for his inhaler giving it to him. He takes it with shaking hands taking puffs of it, when he puts it down he lets out a deep breath a sob breaking through it. It kills me to see him like this, i sit down properly on the floor taking his hands. He looks up at me biting back another sob, "Just focus on my breathing" I say giving his hand a gentle squeeze

It takes few minutes before his breathing is mainly settled only a few small sobs leaving his mouth, silent tears still flowing down his cheeks but at least I don't have to worry he's going to pass out. I bite my lip not knowing what to do he seems fine now or maybe one of the others can comfort him now.

"Why did you say that?" He asks so quietly i almost didn't hear him, his voice sounded so broken and hurt. My heart clenches, i look down at our hands on my lap.

"I-i don't know it's j-just i was j-just angry out of nowhere a-and i took it out on you. And shit I'm so sorry you got hurt and I understand if you don't forgive me" I say quietly biting my lip afterwards

I listen for a little while noticing that he was no longer crying or sobbing, i almost want to smile then I realise the situation we're in. "I don't hate you, i don't think I could ever hate you" he mumbles and this time I smile

"I think I just need some time you too " he sighs, i nod letting go of his hands

"Yeah okay" and with that I got up and walked away, the boys look up at me and I wave  them off sitting down away from them.

"Brad?"
"Brad??"
"Braddie?"

I blink my eyes open looking around tiredly, I don't even remember falling asleep. It seems to be getting late now the sun's going down, I can see that the boys have got the fire going and lazily laying around it. I groan, the only person that I actually allow to call me braddie is Con. Looking up I see him staring at me shyly.

"Con?" I ask rubbing my eyes, he smiles a little. I look over at the boys who don't seem to be paying attention to us "uh hi?"

I suddenly feel arms around me almost knocking the air out my chest, it takes me a second to realise that he's hugging me. I smile and hug him back, he's practically sat on me right now. "I'm so sorry Con, I never meant anything I said"I say into his hair

He pulls away still sat on me, my hands rest on his lower back. "I forgive you brad just I-i didn't understand why you said it, you didn't really mean you didn't want me in the band did you?" He asks and my heart almost breaks

"No no no con you're one of my best friends I'm so so happy you're in the band, I don't know what I'd do without you" I say and he blushes slightly.

"Are you hurt? I saw you on the ground when I found you, you're not hurt are you?" I ask searching him

He giggles making me look up at him, "sorry ticklish" he mumbles going red. I grin tickling him more, he laughs leaning forward to stop my hands. It wasn't long before he was laughing into my chest pleading for me to stop. "I'm happy you're okay and you don't hate me, I can't even believe what I said" I say into his hair as he catches his breath

"It's okay Brad lets go to the fire" he says getting off me, I nod and stand up with him.

Our fights never last more than half an hour I guess the longest we can be angry with each other is 12 hours.

At least I have my Connor back.