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20. how you break up

reece

You and Reece were at your house just lounging around having a lazy day. You were both on your phones.

You were scrolling down your notifications on Twitter, as they were blowing up more than usual. It was full of hate.

Some said, 'You don't even deserve Reece.'

'Reece is far too good for you, why does he even go out with you? Ew'

'Sucks to be him having to deal with all your shit.'

'Ur ugly'

'Wtf does Reece see in you'

These brought tears to your eyes, and that was only the first of many many more. Were you really not good enough for Reece? These tweets lead you to thinking; what did he really see you? You were just an average girl with no special traits and he was this amazingly talented boy in a band, touring the world might I add.

The more you got upset, the more angry you got too. You began to believe yourself and Reece didn't even look up from his phone to see that his girlfriend was in tears at his own bloody fans. This made you think he didn't actually care, he was using you, as you were overthinking and getting yourself worked up.

You dried your tears and told Reece he had to leave, and you need to be on break for a little bit.

He seemed very confused and hurt by it, which made you cry even more. He tried to fight against it but he let a few tears drop too. And you didn't blame him, it hurt. A lot.

He fought for you to not say these words, but you just told him it was all too much at the moment; with exams around the corner, you couldn't let yourself get into this distraction of having fans hating on you every second of the day, getting you down.

And so, he left. After a long argument of course. You cried for days upon days because your brain was telling you this was the end of you and Reece and you'd probably never see him again, but your heart knew it most definitely wasn't.

Blake

Blake was just back from his second world tour with the band 'The Vamps'. He went straight to bed when he got home, which was about 9pm. The next morning you decided to go see him at his house, as a surprise.

You got to his house and were greeted by his family, whom you loved and vice versa. They asked if you wanted a drink or something to eat, but you passed and headed straight to Blake's room.

He was sitting on his chair with his guitar (as usual) strumming some chords to McFly's 'Walk in the Sun'. You smiled at this, he was always playing guitar and singing, but you loved it. He sounded like an Angel to you. You crept up behind him to give him a fright, and when you did, let's just say he nearly shit himself.

"Y/N! You gave me the biggest fright. Why did you do that?" Blake asked, sounding slightly annoyed.

"It was a joke Blake, calm down.." You retreated from his desk area and sat down on his bed.

"Whatever, are you going to be here long?"

You were shocked. You were his girlfriend, wasn't he supposed to be excited to see you? Or at least appreciate you came round to his house?

"Well if your going to act like a dick for the rest of the time, no. I'll leave right now."

"Good... and what is that supposed to mean?"

"That you aren't even appreciating that I came round to see you and since I came into your room you have treated me like dirt on the bottom of your shoe, thanks buddy." You said as you got up to leave.

"Maybe I don't want to see you anymore. I mean, you're very clingy and annoying so I don't really want to be around you." This completely pissed you off, as well as breaking your heart into a million pieces.

You were not allowing him to talk to you like this.

"Well lucky for you, you won't have to see me anymore, at all. Because I'm breaking up with you. Have a nice life, dickhead." You walked out of his room and ran out of his house, leaving a shocked Blake.

As you were walking home, your eyes had started puffing up as you were crying so much. You decided it was the best thing to do, because obviously he was too good for you now. Being in a band and all. Fame really had changed him.

You hoped never to see him again because you didn't think you could cope with the pain he had just put you through.

George

You were extremely busy and occupied with exams, so you hadn't really spoken to George or been on social media.

It was a Saturday and you didn't have an exam until the following Friday, so you decided to have a relaxing day off.

You thought maybe, if George wasn't busy as it was such short notice, you two could spend some time together for yous hadn't seen each other in a few weeks.

You called him and it rang a total of 4 times more than it usually does when he picks up. You didn't think much of it, but you had that gut feeling you get when something is wrong.

"Hello?" George finally answered, he seemed out of breath.

"Hi love, I was thinking because we haven't seen each other in a while due to you recording and me having exams, we could have a movie day or something?" You pleaded. He didn't answer, so you hesitantly continued, "I mean I get it if you don't want to, it is such notice aftera-"

"I can't." He replied bluntly. Something was definitely up.

"Oh okay, I guess it was stupid of me to ask. Well, I'll see you soon." You tried to disguise the hurt in your voice, but it didn't turn out so well.

You were about to hang up when you heard voices. You knew you shouldn't be eavesdropping like this but it could be the reason why he was so harsh and blunt to you.

"Babe, is the bitch gone?" What seemed to be a females voice, high and screechy, asked.

"Yeah thank god, we can now finish where we left off..." You knew that voice anywhere. George fucking Smith. You dropped the phone, not caring if it smashed. How could he?

Your first love. The one you gave everything up for. The only person you trusted had, well, betrayed your trust. You felt a mix of emotions ranging from: disgust, anger, betrayal, hurt, heartbreak. But most of all you felt numb; you didn't know if that was because you were thinking 100 thoughts per second or because of the tears that were rushing out, causing dehydration for your body. Your head was spinning.

You hung up the phone, and went straight to bed. You cried yourself to sleep for god knows how long after that, but it certainly helped your emotions to pour out.

Emosh or wot?! Jk, but ngl I felt my heartbreak a little bit writing these because I can't imagine the boys being like this... I hope you enjoyed it though!

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