In The End -Sequel to 'Everything Has Changed'

Love Yourself

After running in circles for god knows how long, I finally found the surprisingly comforting place I had been craving. I walked in and instantly chose a stool to sit on. Seconds after I sat down, the slightly uptight looking bartender made his way over.

"What can I get ya?" he asked in his very prominent London accent.

"Just an apple WKD please" I instantly replied, dying to down the bottle of familiar liquid coming my way.

As soon as he handed it to me, I paid him and then instantly downed half the bottle.

"Wow, easy there miss"

I looked up, expecting to see the bartender stood in front of me, but instead saw a guy sat on the stool next to me. I quickly finished off the other half of the bottle before replying.

"Nah, I'm good. It's been a rough couple of days"

"I see. So is this how you kids drown your sorrows nowadays?" he replied with a chuckle.

I took another look at the guy. He looks around 43, from the slightly greying hair and wrinkles around the eyes. I glanced at the clock to see that it was only11:45 am, before I signalled to the bartender to being me another and put the money on the counter.

"Must've been a really rough day. Wanna talk about it? I'm Bill, by the way" the old guy -Bill- offered.

"Sure, why not. I'm Charlie"

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"Now listen 'ere... As long as you love yourself, you shouldn't care what that fella of yours thinks" Bill managed to slur.

I finished my drink off and added to the ever growing pile of empty bottles, before ordering another.

"Ya know what, you're right! I love myself and I don't care (A/N- Just for you Kirsten!), so he can go get stuffed!" I giggled, causing me to fall backwards off the stool, but never quite reaching the floor.

I looked up to see 2 pools of chocolate staring back. Once I had regained my balance, I looked back at the owner of those eyes.

"Brad, what're you doing here" I asked as soberly as possible.

"Charlie, come with me. Please?" The pleading tone showing.

I nodded, before making my way out of the bar, stumbling a few times on the way. Brad held my arm to balance me as he lead me down the corridor and into the lift. Before I knew it, I was sat on a bed and a mug presumably containing a drink if some sort was thrust in my face. I took a sip of the hot liquid -coffee- and looked over at Brad, who looked like he was trying to say something.

"What...What were you think Charlie?" his voice was quieter than expected.

"What was I thinking? Well, if you really want to know... I was thinking about how you were going to leave me and how much you hate me and how I don't know how to fix it and h-" I didn't get to finish as Brad smashed his lips onto mine.

He reluctantly pulled away and rested his forehead against mine. "I'm not going to leave you, ever. And I don't hate you, I love you more than anything, I'd even give up music for you. Oh, and you have nothing to fix, you didn't do anything wrong. I did. I was a dick and I was stupid. Forgive me, take me back... Please?" his voice started to break, and just one look into his tear filled eyes was enough.

Enough to erase any doubts in my mind that I wasn't enough for him, that he didn't love me.

"Yes, of course. I love you more than anything Bradley" I rushed out before kissing him again.

He broke the kiss slightly and whispered; "Remember to love yourself"(A/N- Again, Kirsten!)

I broke the kiss. "What?" I gave him an confused look.

"I don't know, you said that you love yourself to your friend at the bar" he shrugged, amusement flashing across his lips. I slapped his arm before he pulled me into a soft kiss, that got more passionate by the second.