~When We Were On Fire~ James Bay FanFiction

Chapter 3

A/N: If you've read this chapter there's no need to read it again. I just needed to make a few adjustments to this chapter as I will be doing to many others. Thanks for understanding <3

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Lydia's P.O.V.

By morning time all the memories from last night come flooding back, and I feel horrible. James didn't need that, but I probably opened a whole world of heartache back up.

I slip my feet off the couch onto the cold hardwood floor. James and Andy were up around this time yesterday, so where are they? As if on cue, I hear James' voice followed by Andy's laughter coming down the hall. I can't help the tears starting to slowly drip down my face. When James rounds the corner, you can almost hear the tears hit the floor. Then I see it, the same hazel eyes that were full of hurt seven years ago before I left.

It seems like an eternity before we drop the eye contact by me turning and walking into the kitchen. I just couldn't face him like that. I had obviously hurt him with what I said last night. I wipe my eyes before returning to the living room to grab my bag. Andy and James were speaking when I came out of the kitchen. This time, instead of hurt I see the anger when I told him I was leaving.

Andy is also angry, which is understandable. Neither one was going to talk to me, so I might as well live for dance. I dreaded coming to the studio because this was the reason I was stressed out. My friend in high school, Maeve, was here. Telling me everything James and her did when I was gone. I was angry at James for betraying me, but we weren't dating anymore.

I let out a big sigh before I pull open the doors to the dance studio. It's a good thing I don't have ballet today. I was working on a new contemporary routine, but I didn't have any music to dance to. I throw my bag into the corner before I start on my dance.

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I let out a long sigh as I walk down the walkway to James' apartment. I knock on the door with no answer. I slide down the door, frustrated because nothing was going my way. I see two drunks stagger towards me before I realise it's James and Andy.

"You're a bimbo," Andy spits out before adding, "You were one in secondary school, and you're still one." Before he collapses in a heap. James looks at me and immediately walk towards me. I back up only to find myself against the door. James wraps his hand around my throat and looks me directly in the eye. The smell of liquor wastes no time to reach my nose.

James lets go and takes a few small steps before also collapsing. I roll my eyes and dig through his jeans for the keys. I open the door and grab James' feet before dragging him in. About thirty minutes later, I barely got him to his room, let alone gotten him in the bed. When I reach his bed, I take his jacket, shoes, and jeans off. This left him in his white T-shirt and underwear. I drag him into his bed, which takes me another ten minutes.

I grab Andy, who was easier to pull and go through the same process as James. After I'm done, I plop on the couch still in my dance clothes and fall asleep, or so I think. I toss and turn for a few hours before I start drifting off.

All of a sudden, there's a loud crash and the sound of glass breaking. I shoot up instantly awake. I turn on a lamp then run into the kitchen to find James lying on the ground, groaning and rolling around. I start chuckling while walking towards him, and of course, a sharp shooting pain focuses on my foot. I jump back and grab my foot before seeing blood slowly drip down onto the floor.

James sits up and sees the bloody scene before him, and to my surprise, he starts laughing. He slams his hand into the ground. "Son of a-" He picks his hand up to see the blood fall from his hand. I chuckle as we now both have glass stuck in us. I stop when I notice the blood drip from my foot to the ground.