Angel Next Door

Break, but Not Breakup?

Your POV:
No one is staring at you. Crap ok so maybe she is staring. Dammit why can't this line move faster. No if it moves faster then you'll have to face him that much quicker.

My phone vibrates, Evan's face smiles up at me from my screen.

I shoot him to voicemail biting my lip trying to keep myself from breaking down in the middle of the store. Finally making it to the front of the line I pay for my things and head to our house.

Hours later Evan finds me sitting at the kitchen table, cup of tea long turned cold sitting in front of me. "Hey baby I'm finally ho-what's wrong?" My eyes stayed trained on the table, I toss the tabloid in his direction.
"When?"

Silence.

"When?" I repeat.

"The night of the wrap party for Coven. You went home sick."
"So you decided to stick your tongue down Emma's throat?"
"What? No I-I"
"Save it Evan. I have a plane to catch tomorrow. I'm sleeping in one of the guest rooms tonight."

I barely make it three steps past him before he grabs me pinning me against the wall, "baby please don't leave. Summer is only half over, we still have time we can be together. Please stay." I look anywhere but at him, his hands frame my head against the wall, his lower body is pressed slightly up against me.

"(Y/N) please. I'm sorry I didn't mean to kiss her. I was drunk you weren't around. I acted like an idiot please I'm so sorry."

Squeezing my eyes shut I shake my head, "Evan move I need to go pack." He doesn't budge an inch, "I can't let you go (Y/N) you mean everything to me. I love you so much." By this point sadness, hurt and anger race in my veins, I turn to face him, words flood behind the dam of my lips; but die the instant his lips capture mine.

His kiss always makes me weak. I start to lose myself, my hands begin to tangle in his hair, until the image of him kissing Emma rushes back to me like a knife to the heart.

Pushing him away I make a hasty retreat under his arm, up the stairs locking myself in the guest room. Sliding down the door, I listen to his frantic knocking, "baby please open the door. Please. I'm sorry." The break in his voice stabs at my heart, "(Y/N)....I fucked up. I admit that, but I can't lose you because of it. Please I can't be without you."

He gives one more pathetic knock before I hear him hit the floor as well. "Baby....I love you so much. You're my best friend. Please talk to me." His voice is barely above a whisper at this point.
"Evan....maybe us, as a couple, just isn't meant...." I can't finish the last line. It's too painful.
"I'm sorry. I know it's probably meaningless by now but it's true."

We sit in awkward silence for a moment, my mind whirls with combative thoughts as I listen to his breathing.
"I just need time to think Evan. That's why I'm going home early. Being with you here, I just, I can't think. All I want to do is be with you but my mind keeps seeing that tabloid. So I just need some time;some distance." His answer is a sniffle, he's crying. I fight the ache to hold him with all the power I have. It kills me to do so.

*Back "Home" Three Weeks after Breakup*

"You just have to pay $19.99!"
"For just three easy payments of-"

Disgusted with all the infomercials, I switch the TV off with a groan. As part of my new sick habit as a stalker; I creep on Evan's Twitter and Instagram. He barely puts anything on but the past few days he has been slightly more active.

Pictures of sights he sees, random people you vaguely remember meeting, a few promo pics of upcoming projects. All indicators he is doing fine.

You automatically receive entertainment news updates in your email, usually you ignore them but a glimpse of Evan's name in the headline has you clicking like a mad woman.

Upon revealing the complete headline, you feel the blood drain from your face.

Actor Evan Peters rushed to hospital after drunken crash.