'What the fuck are you doing? Is that Jace?! What the fuck, Blayke.' Harry's voice raised as he stared, eyes widen and angry.
Of course. Harry.
Jace pushed Blayke's hands away from his frame, looking down at the ground.
His cheeks were red with embarrassment, as well as hurt.
He should've known better. Harry was always good at showing up when things are getting good.
Blayke's attention wasn't on Harry though, he was staring at Jace, taking in the pain in his expression.
Harry moved between them and pulled Blayke out of the stall, forcing him to look at him, hand gripping his shirt.
'Why are you here with Jace? You told me you was going alone!' Harry's annoying British accent filled the room.
People were stopped and staring, instantly making Jace feel sick to his stomach.
'I didn't expect to see him here. It just happened. I won't explain myself to you.' Blayke spoke in a straight tone, eyes still locked on Jace.
Jace looked into his eyes for a split second, before fleeing out of the bathroom.
Tears streamed down his face as he struggled to breath.
Why did you let yourself do that, Jace?
You should've known better. Harry is always there.
Jace scanned the crowd until he saw Kaitlyn, grabbing her arm and pulled her out of the bar.
'We have to go.' He spoke, sniffling softly.
'Why? What's wrong?' Kaitlyn raised an eyebrow.
'He's here. He kissed me. And Harry showed up.'
'Wait, BLAYKE IS HERE?' Kaitlyn's eyes widened as she squeaked the words.
'Yes.' He squeezed his eyes tightly closed, moving to grip his hair as he climbed into the car.
Kaitlyn's eyes are locked on him, filling with worry and confusion.
She worried too much about him, and he adored that about her.
'Can you stay, over tonight? Keep me company?' Jace looked at her, leaning his head against the window.
'Of course, J. I'm not leaving you alone tonight.' She leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek, before driving towards his home.
I miss him. Why do I miss him? I went weeks without missing him.
But those lips... that kiss. God, I missed that more. I didn't want anything more than to have removed every bit of clothing off that beautiful man and take advantage of that moment.
Stop Jace. He's not yours.
And the fact he's not mine, hurts more than anything else ever could.
My heart, still belonged to Blayke.
And I hated myself for it.
