Default Title - Write Your Own

twenty

Anastasia POV

I was sat cross-legged on my bed, clutching a pillow in my lap with the occasional tear falling. I wasn't crying. They just kept falling every so often and I couldn't help it. Valary and I had seen Matt's car leave so she had gone down to check what was going on.

I don't know why I felt like this. Maybe it was just because Brian lied to me when he told me he didn't like Michelle. Or because he would now have a kid and might move out. It was delirious really but I couldn't help the way I felt. It took about 20 minutes, in which I had calmed myself down, for Valary to return back upstairs. She was smiling with I hoped was good.

"Good news hun," She grinned as she sat opposite me on the bed again. "They're not together, they never were Michelle lied. Brian hates her." A rush of relief came over me as I began to breathe steadily but there was also a sickening feeling in my gut from how stupid I'd been having caused such a scene.

"What's happened then? How can she be pregnant?" I sniffed and looked at her hopefully. She quickly went over what the guys had told her not going into too much detail about what had happened between them at the pub. It explained why Brian took so long at least. My immediate thoughts were to hate her to because of what she did to him. It was vile and low and I wasn't surprised he hated her. But in all honesty, I didn't even believe her at first. "It can't be true, she wouldn't do that would she? He's just said that to make me feel better." I felt tears beginning to well up in my eyes again.

"Nope, I promise you. Matt made Michelle leave in his car while they sort it out." She informed me.

"Really?" I asked and my voice cracked as my throat was dry and had begun to hurt.

"Really." She repeated. "Aw come here." She held out her arms and I instantly accepted, hugging her tightly in utter relief.

"I do remember him Val." I began between deep breaths as we stayed hugging. "I remember Brian. I remember how sweet he is and his flaws and his perks and..." I found myself choking on my own words at this point. "I do Valary. I love him. I remember him and I love him." I finally got out.

"Aww sweetie it's okay." She shushed me and dried my eyes as I leant back from the hug. I took a few deep breaths to compose myself, trying to look as normal as possible like I hadn't been crying. "Right, you ready to come downstairs?" She questioned and I nodded. We slowly made our way downstairs and all the guys stood up on our entrance. There was a small echo of 'are you okay?'s and Brian rushing to in front of me with his had gently on my shoulders, bending down to my height to see if I was alright.

"I'm fine, I'm sorry, probably the hang over." I said and gave a small laugh.

"Well thank god." Brian and exhaled and gave me a brief hug before returning to the rest of the guys. I saw Valary give me a little smile, knowing what she does now but I didn't mind.

"Right, we better get home to talk with Michelle. We'll keep you updated." Matt said. "Can we have a ride?" He asked, obviously realising Michelle had taken theirs.

"Yeah I got it." Jimmy spoke up, pulling his car keys from his pocket.

"See you guys." Valary said before her, Matt and Jimmy left.

The rest of the day smoothly. No one talked about it and I don't think anyone wanted to frankly. We all just got on with our own thing. Brian had disappeared up to his room so Jimmy had decided to show me some more films he loved which I came to love just as much. All the while Zacky claimed he was watching the film when really he was sat in the corner of the sofa on his phone texting Meaghan but neither of us minded.

I say the rest of the day ran smoothly but the night... not so much. We all went to bed at similar times, glad to put an end to the day. I did not sleep fine at all. I was tossing and turning for hours until when I finally did go to sleep, I had the most horrific nightmare. I don't know how much sleep I got, but I woke up in pitch black darkness, tangled in bedsheets and crying, whimpering probably too loudly.

My assumptions were confirmed when Brian, who I thought was asleep in the next room, came rushing to the doorway: he must've heard.

"Hey, hey Anastasia? Are you alright?" He whispered and rushed into the room, kneeling on the floor in front of me as I sat up in bed. I tried to nod but I was still whimpering and crying heavily as much as I didn't want to. He quickly pulled me into a hug, one hand rubbing my back comfortingly and the other in my hair. After a minute of him gently shushing me, he pulled away and dried my eyes with his thumbs as he held my face. Just then, I had calmed down and I managed to get a proper look at him. In the darkness, I managed to make out his facial expression he looked... upset, his eyes were even a little swollen. "Try get some sleep." He said then got up to leave but I quickly grabbed his wrist and stopped him.

"Wait, Brian, are you okay? Have you been... crying?" I wondered sympathetically. He quickly turned away from me, trying to hide his face. He then sighed and sat next to me on the bed, hanging his head.

"No I... I'm just sad." He shrugged but he had a smile on his face. "I'm sad and I'm angry but I'm okay." He put gently, still smiling gently. He got up to leave again but again, I quickly pulled his back.

"Brian... Stay. Please?" I said slowly. I was too afraid to be alone and I didn't want him to be sad and alone. He paused for a second and I became scared I shouldn't have asked but then he nodded and carefully lay down next to me. I budged over a little to make room for him as he made himself comfy again.

"Are you okay now?" He asked, emphasizing the 'you' as we lay on our sides, facing each other. I nodded and smiled, then used my thumb to dry his eyes, mimicking what he'd done to me. I don't remember much else as I must've fallen asleep. But I can say that I was okay. I was happy there.