You Were Right

Gone

Y/N's P.O.V.

Wednesday. The day he leaves. I thought he had changed back to his old self from when he visited me at the hospital. He never visited me again after that and when I got home Tuesday morning he didn't even say hi. Good news is I didn't have any broken ribs and my nose is almost back to normal!

I don't want to be here. I have't talked to Mitch since that day at the hospital. I stand far away, but in eye sight of the small good bye gathering at the airport. I lean up against the wall just staring at everyone hug and wish Mitch goodbye. Jace looks over and gives me an icy glare which I gladly return.  I know he's the one who turned Mitch against me again.  Mitch turns back to Jace who asks him if he's ready to go as he pecks Mitch's lips. Mitch then says " I have one more person to say goodbye to." Jace raises an eyebrow. "Just give me a minute." Mitch says turning away from Jace. To be fair I don't even know who else he needs to say bye to.

His eyes scan the area until they land on me. In a hurry he walks over to me and just hugs you. "Goodbye Y/N." he says.

 I don't hug back but manage to say "Bye Mitch."

He pulls away and places his hands on my shoulders. "Take care of yourself. Let's not end up in the hospital again." he says.

"No promises. Just don't do anything TO stupid." I say He chuckles.

"I have to go." He says hugging me again. This time I can't resist so I hug back. He sighs and his warm breath on my neck sends butterflies through me. 

"Bye Mitch. I'll always love you." I whisper. I feel one of his tears fall on my neck. 

"I'll miss you so much..." He pulls away and wipes away his tears and his face hardens. I sigh and look down at the ground. "Goodbye." he says and walks away. I listen to his footsteps fade away. That was probably the last time I will see him. I really want to know what he's thinking right now.

Mitch and Jace make their way to their planes gate. But when Jace isn't looking Mitch turns around and blows me a kiss. I just shake my head and walk away.

-Days later-

I haven't left the room other then using the bathroom and getting water. I have't eaten anything for the past 3 days and I haven't slept either. It's the middle of the night and Scott is sleeping in his room, hes tried to get my to eat stuff , get me out of my room, and he thinks that I've been sleeping. I get up off my bed and walk back to Mitch's old room.

I take a deep breath in enjoying Mitch's scent. I look around to see the few things he left behind. His bed sheets are still on his bed and he left a few of his nick knacks on his shelf. I walk past his trash can. not expecting anything to be in it. To my surprise there is what looks like a picture frame. I pick it up and flip it over. It was the picture of me at the top of the Eiffel tower and the sunset that he had kept in his room ever since we got back from Paris.  He didn't take it with him, he didn't even leave it in his room, he tried to throw it away. placed it on his dresser and walk over to his bed.

On his nightstand I find a picture of him. I pick it up and stare into his brown eyes. I adore his smile and his perfectly white teeth. His cheek bones and his baby thin brown hair. I collapse back onto his bed hugging onto his picture. I stuff my face into his pillow taking in his scent. It relaxes me quiet a lot to the point my eyes are feeling really heavy. I soon find my self asleep for the first time in the past few days.

Scott's P.O.V.

I wake up and immediately go to check on Y/N. I walk to her room and panic when i see that she isn't there! Where is she?! I check the entire house and she is no where. Well the entire house beside one room. Mitch's bedroom, but why would she be there? It's worth a a shot.

The sight I see in Mitch's room brings tears to my eyes. Y/N has her tear stain faced stuffed in Mitch's pillow hugging a picture of him that he left in his room. I quickly take a picture of her on my phone. I know she hasn't been sleeping for the past few days so I let her continue sleeping, not that I would have waken her up otherwise. 

I walk downstairs and send the picture to Kirstie, Avi, Kevin, and Jeremy. This is what they all respond.

Jeremy: Omg. Mitch really left an a mark on her...

Kevin: Please have her eat something! She is to skinny!

Avi: That's sad. Mitch would die if he saw what a mess he has left her. Give her our wishes.

Kirstie: We are getting her out of that house! Y'all want to meet at the karaoke bar that just opened tonight?!

I replied to them saying

Scott: It's worth a shot. Everyone meet there at around 7?

They all agree. I hear Y/N get up upstairs and walk into her bedroom, to my surprise I don't hear her door close behind her. I rush up the stairs and to her rooms doorway. I see her putting the picture next to her bed on her nightstand. "Hey, how you feeling." 

"To be honest, horrible. I feel like it's all my fault." She says.

"It's not, trust me." I say. "You need to eat something. Want me to make toast?" I ask.

"Scott I don't want to eat-"

I cut her off and say "You have to. I'm making you, it's unhealthy to not eat. I'm glad you finally got to some sleep." I said.

"I'll try.." she says.

"That's all I can ask." I say and go downstairs to make her some toast. I place the plate on her side of the table. I get myself some cereal and sit down waiting for her to come down. About a minute later she comes down. I hate to say it but she looked REALLY bad. She looked like she was supper ill. She sat down and sighed. "Umm, me, Kirstie, Avi, Kevin, and Jeremy are taking you out tonight to that new karaoke bar."

"I dont want t-" she tries to say.

"Your going. You can't let Mitch get to you forever. I'm making you go." I say.

"Fine." She says plainly. She struggles to eat and she still only eats half of the piece of toast I made her before she said she was done.

"We're going out around 7. Make sure to shower and everything. I don't care how you look just take a shower please?" I ask.

She chuckles a little and says "Alright." as she cleans her plate in the sink. I finish my cereal and go to check social media. 

I find Mitch has posted A LOT about how much fin he is having. Glad that he's having fun because Y/N is over here living in a world of depression and sorrow. I commented and posted on my twitter 'glad your having fun Mitch!' being slightly sarcastic.