A Day (Vikkstar123/Sidemen Fanfiction)

Chapter 16

Vik's POV

I can't fucking believe this. Vik's mind was spinning with angry thoughts as he made his way up to his room. That asshole, I knew he'd do something like this...He had left the living room once the pizza had arrived, not wanting to hang around where he obviously wasn't wanted. The entire evening he had watched Simon and Sophie together, laughing and acting like they'd known each other for years. It made him feel sick. No-one else seemed to notice, or maybe they just didn't care. Either way, he couldn't stand to watch it.

Reaching his room, he dropped the pizza box onto his bed and collapsed into his chair, letting it spin him around. He still had a lot of recording and editing to do, so he decided to get on with it, knowing that he only had a few hours before he'd be too tired to work. However, no matter how hard he concentrated, he couldn't get Sophie's words out of his head; it was making his hands shake with anger just thinking about it. He tried to shake it out of his head, She doesn't want my help anyway... But it was no use. So he made a choice, getting up and leaving the room, pizza untouched.

As soon as he stepped out on to the landing, he fell back inside the doorframe, pulling the door almost closed to hide himself. From there he watched Simon as he carried a sleeping Sophie up the stairs, probably to the spare room. Better be the fucking spare room... he thought bitterly. Once the coast was clear, he opened the door and walked out quietly, heading back towards the living room. Tobi looked up as he entered, his smile falling from his face as he noticed Vik's expression. 'Hey, I was just thinking: Sophie's brother said he'd chucked all her stuff outside didn't he?' He asked the room. Everyone looked towards him, puzzled looks on their faces. 'Yeah, why?' JJ answered, confused.
'Well, what if it rains? All her stuff is gonna get wet, so I was thinking of going to get it. Does anyone want to come with? In case her brother decides to attack me as well.' His voice dropped low, sounding almost like he was growling.

'I'll come.' JJ replied, getting up from his spot on the sofa.
'Me too. If I see this son of a bitch I'm gonna drop him.' Ethan seconded, his face oddly serious.
'Drop him like he's hot..' Harry chuckled to himself. Ethan turned and gave him a dirty look.
'I'll fucking drop you as well if you don't fuck off.' Harry's eyes widened in surprise at the threat. 'Yeah, that's what I thought, shut your whore mouth.' Ethan added before walking out.
'Well then.' JJ laughed, shaking his head at Ethan's sudden change in demeanour.
'Yeah, let's just go.' Vik shook his arms and followed Ethan up to the front door.

On the drive over to Sophie's brother's house, JJ asked Vik what was going on between him and Sophie. Vik sighed, not wanting to distract himself from the road. On the other hand, he knew JJ wouldn't shut up about it until he told him. 'Basically, I asked to talk to her earlier about something and she didn't want to talk about it so she got mad at me. She got mad at me for caring.' He paused as he turned left, letting JJ interrupt. 'The fuck? Fucking girls man.' He laughed, Ethan chiming in from the backseat. Vik shook his head, frowning. 'Anyway... She then tried to leave mid-conversation and I stopped her by catching her arm; that's how I found out about the bruise. She wouldn't have told any of us if I hadn't have done that. She made me promise not to tell anyone, and I did mean to keep it...until the phone call. I bet she hates me now.' He finished.

A silence fell over them for a few moments before Ethan's voice broke it. 'Why didn't she want to talk to you? I thought you guys were getting alone really well?' He asked. Vik sighed, making another turn. 'I thought so as well. She said something about not being emotionally stable or some shit like that. I didn't really believe her, but I wasn't going to push it; I just didn't want to leave it on a bad note, you know?' In the rearview mirror, he saw Ethan nod in agreement. JJ opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it. Well that's a first.. He remarked, turning on the radio to avoid the awkward silence he could feel looming over them.