*TOMS POV*
“FUCK! “ I curse, kicking over a flowerpot and tugging at my hair with my hand. I run around the corner before breaking down. I don’t even check to see if anyones looking. I just don’t want Sara to see me like this. What would she care anyway? She must hate me. I guess I just got abit carried away with my whole plan of winning her over.I slide my back down the wall until I’m on the floor, cradling my knees, tears streaming down my face.
I’ve ruined everything.
My dad made me leave the house. I don’t want you around.
I threw a lamp at my ex girlfriends head.You are probably wondering what happened with me and Katy in the room, when they gave us some time alone?
Well, She asked me if I still had feelings for her so I replied honestly. I told her what was on my mind.
“yes, I really do. You mean everything to me Katy but it’s Sara she just… I need to be with her.” She didn’t need to respond with words to show how much that upset her. The crying was enough. But I kept talking, and she kept crying more and more.
“this hasn’t been working between me and you. I didn’t see you for so long and you felt it was okay to do things with Harrison. I’m ending this because I care about you. I love you so much. Come here.” I had said, watching as she tried to cry silently, not wanting my family to hear. I moved over and wrapped my arms around her, holding her head into my chest. After a while, she stopped crying
. “if you love me, why are we ending this?”
“because the way I love you is natural. The way I feel for you is an instinct to protect you, and I will always be here to support you but I just don’t think a relationship is right for us. You seem so sisterly to me. I know how all of the fans have been getting you down. I just want you to be okay.”
“I can cope. I can cope with the fans.” She said, wiping her face with her sleeve.
“no, Katy. I cant do it. I don’t want to do it.”
“You love Sara more?”
“it’s not that I love her more.. it’s that I love her in a different way. I’ve never felt like this about anyone before. She’s broken and… and I want to fix her.”
“So…You feel sorry for her?”
“that’s what I want her to think,yes.” I replied.
I remembered her face, looking almost disgusted. But also hurt. So, so hurt.
“Why would you want her to think that?”
“I think she needs to understand that being upset okay.”
“and why would she be upset?”
“it’s a long story. I just don’t want her to suffer. I want to be there for her.”
“so.. so it’s over? For me and you?” she said, tears rolling down her cheeks.
“yes.” I replied, hugging her again. After a while, we stopped hugging. She stopped crying and we tried to mend our friendship. We were sat in the lounge, talking when Sara came into the room. I don’t know why I acted like I did towards her. I’m such a fuck up. I’ve ruined my relationship with my family, my friends, my ex girlfriend and my love interest. My phone buzzes in my pocked.
I drag a sleeve across my face to wipe away the tears and pull it out of my pocket
. An unread message.
