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Abi -- Back Før Yøu

Dedicated to justsurvival :)

Yo yo yo. This one is for Abi. Lol, also don't hate me for the 1D in the media section. It was the only song that I felt fit -okay i didn't think too hard on it but u kno.

You groaned as you heard the incessant beeping of your radio alarm trying to wake you up for the 3rd time that morning.

That was wierd.

Like, usually after the first set of beeps Tyler is up and humming along to whatever bullshit Radio 1 decided to blare out that morning.

On his off days he wouldn't get out of bed till the second set of beeps but even then he'd just whack the alarm off and go make you both some black coffee.

This, the alarm ringing thrice, never happened. Groaning, you rolled to the edge of the bed and reached blindly for the bedside table. You grabbed your phone, dismissing the alarm and checking the time. It had just gone 10.30

"Tyler?" You grunted reaching out, eyes closed, to pat the right side of the bed, in search of your boyfriend since secondary school. Your neutral face morphed into a frown when you felt the cool, empty sheets.

"Ty, baby?" You called out a bit louder and sat up a bit, opening your eyes. You saw his phone was missing from the charger and stared out the open bedroom door for a moment. Maybe he was having an off day and just forgot to turn off the alarm.

There was no reply. Slowly, and hesitantly, you kicked your feet out of bed and slipped on your house slippers.

"He wouldn't leave you alone Abi, not today. He wouldn't do that." You feebly tried to convince yourself, although you were already pretty sure of what happened.

You stepped out from the covers and heard the flutter of paper and thud of a pen. You looked down, there was a green post-it hooked on a UCL pen by your feet. Your hands shook as you bent to pick it up.

Hey Abs. I'm so sorry, Mark called, he said I had to come in a day early so we can get all the tour prep done in time for tomorow. I don't think I'll be home tonight either. I tried to get out of it, I really did. Sorry baby. Happy Birthday, Ty x

You inhaled sharply, trying to hold in tears. Of course this would happen to you. You tried not to blame Tyler, it sounded like he had no other option, but you couldn't help but feel slightly heartbroken.

This always seemed to be the case.

Tyler missed all of your big events. Your graduation, your theatre performances, your uni award evenings and, obviously, your birthday.

"God," you muttered angrily and scrunched up the post it before dropping it. "Fucking ridiculous."

It was sad to think that the thing you loved so much about him was the same thing threatening to tear you apart.

He seemed to love his music so much that he just didn't have enough time for the both of you. It's not like you belived he was hurting you on purpose but his mind was tunnelled on one thing, and it wasn't you; and that just wasn't good enough anymore.