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Part 16

Ricky glares at both of you.

His hands are on his hips.

He's pissed.

You shrink immediately.

"Who wants to explain!?" he hisses at the two of you, stalking into the lounge and making the already small space seem tinier then ever. You bite your lip as you shrink back, Joshs hand closing around yours tightly.

"I don't think there's much to explain," he says after a moment, shrugging. "It's kind of exactly what it looks like, Ricky."

"Are you fucking too?"

"Ricky!"

Your cheeks go crimson.

Ricky gives a pained sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Jesus.

He's not even sure why he's so pissed.

He just doesn't feel like it's time for you to even be thinking about a new relationship so soon! You need to get back on your feet, find a job and get stable.

Not go headfirst down the drain pipe with another guy.

This wasn't what he'd expected to happen on tour.

Maybe he should have left you at his apartment after all.

"I knew this was happening," he grumbled, crossing his arms. "Jesus. (Y/N), you just got out of that shitty relationship and -."

"Don't yell at her," Josh snaps, stepping forward immediately. "We're not even in a relationship, we -."

"So you're just fucking her for the fun of it!"

"What? No!" Josh squawks, looking surprised. "Of course not!"

"Ricky, please," you bite your lip, feeling it start to become sore. "I, he's not - I want -."

"Obviously what you want hasn't been in your best interest." Ricky hisses.

"Dude, don't be an asshole to her!"

"You're the fucker who's sleeping with her for fun!"

"It's not for fun! I like her!"

"Yeah fucking right! You're just taking advantage of her!"

"No one's -." You start, feeling your throat start to swell. You don't want them fighting, but you can't get a word in to defend yourself without Ricky shutting you down, hissing at you; you don't understand why he's so angry, if he already suspected then -.

"You're fucking smothering her!"

"I'm trying to protect her!"

"I don't need -." You start.

"Shut up, (Y/N)! You don't fucking know what you need!" Ricky bellows, making you jerk as his voice rises to such a level it makes your ears ache. "You're too fucking stupid to even know!"

You can't speak.

You feel your eyes well with tears, but you fight them back, your hands clenching into your shirt. You automatically cower back, your eyes dropping to the floor, shoulders hunching and shaking.

You might as well have punched Ricky.

He deflates immediately, horrified.

You...

"I didn't... I didn't mean it like..." he trails off, staring at you, his stomach dropping.

Josh is just looking at him.