Tristan looked down at his feet, a small drop of wetness falling to the floor. My heart dropped into my stomach, my face heating up.
"Harry what are you talking about? Tristan what is he talking about?" I spoke up after being quiet for a while, my eyes trading glances and dancing between Harry and Tristan. A gasp escaped from Tristan. His eyes red, and filled with hurt. He must have done something awful.
"I. Sky, I'm sorry." Tristan croaked, reaching out to me.
"Just tell me!" I screamed, shocking everyone else in the room. Tristan and Harry released a loud sigh.
"Fine. J-just sit." He motioned for me to sit on the brown couch. I did, dipping in the couch.
"Now tell me.' My voice calmer than expected.
"Okay," Tristan began, his voice weak and hesitant. "I'm not everything you think I am. I lied to you, and I regret that.
"Stop stalling and just come out with it already." My voice was stern, and ready for his reply.
"I am not gay. I was the one selling the drugs. The cocaine. Then Liam brought Harry to me to get some and then he talked about you, and so I knew I had to have you. So I told him to break it off or I was going to try to steal you by giving Harry a bad rep. I was stupid. But Sky, I loved you. I still love you." Tristan's voice broke off, cold. My heart stopped and a heat began to form behind my eyes.
The tears fell and so did my head. I was confused and at the moment, not wanting to be bothered by anyone else. I was hurt to much for one day.
"I'm done. I think I need to go." The last tear the saw fell down my cheek, cold and salty. I stormed out the same door that Liam did.
The familiar slamming of the door rang through my ears. My vision began to blur as I approached the same flat that I had been constantly traveling through and between.
The ding made me straighten, and wipe my tears. Thankfully it was empty. I quickly poked the lobby button, it lit up.
I finally made it to the lobby, and ignoring everything in my way. I opened the door and the darkness of the night engulfed me. The full moon's light leading a path down the narrow sidewalk. My thoughts raced and that's all I was left with,along with the silence of the street.
My phone buzzed in my back pocket constantly, but I blatantly ignored it.
My eyebrows furrowed and my eyes narrowed. I was no longer filled with remorse and sadness, I was filled with anger.
All I could see was red, causing me to bump into a tall, muscular frame, smelling of coffee and cigarette smoke.
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