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katya

your pov

katya and i had been friends for years. best friends in fact, all through out college and high school. but since she'd been on tour, she had really been distant. i was getting tired beyond belief with it and i lashed out. katya was the only person who i felt really understood me, and it was difficult for her to be so close to me then the next minute not speaking to me for months. we would skype and call each other all of the time during the first few months of tour. she even invited me to go to one of her shows but i couldn't since i was looking after my sick mom, and i really could've done with katya being by my side for that. i didn't really notice that i was in love with my best friend until i felt my heart breaking, again and again. not like it would if i lost a best friend, but like i'd lost the love of my life. my soulmate. i know katya could never feel that way about me or could even think about soulmates being anything other than a conspiracy theory. but i still held the thought in the back of my mind that we could be together.

the more i thought over everything the guiltier i felt. i got angry at her for going on tour, for living her dream. of course she was going to be busy! it's hard work! as a sigh left from my parted lips, i reached for my phone and dialled her number.

unavailable.

unavailable.

unavailable.

katyas pov

i left y/n alone for months. my friend, my lover and my one and only alone. i felt sick to my stomach when she got mad at me, and i wouldn't blame her because i would've done the same too. i was allowed to take a month break from my tour, but instead of spacing it out i took off a full month so i could go see y/n.

i sped into the airport once id landed back home, hurrying to my luggage. i just wanted to get home to her, i didn't care about anything or anyone else. switching my phone off of airplane mode, my phone buzzed multiple times. i'd had missed calls from her and just looking at the screen worried me. she hadn't tried to contact me since we had the argument. what if something had happened? what if something bad had happened to her.

my only instinct was to redial her number as i dashed out of the airport and waved out for a cab.

unavailable. fuck.

i tried again and still no answer. i spat out my words at the cab driver once he arrived and started driving to my destination. my feet rapidly tapped on the floor of the car, i was eager to get back home. i was afraid.

moments later, that seemed like years, i was outside of y/n's home, speeding up to the door. i grabbed the spare key hidden under a fake plant pot and unlocked the door. the house was dark, only illuminated by the television stuck on standby. i couldnt see her as i shoved down my luggage and briefly searched the room with my eyes. my skinny legs lead the way upstairs and my torso followed to her room.

and there she was. huddled in a ball between a mattress and satin sheets. my heart fluttered at the sight of her. i slipped off my shoes and shuffled into the bed, hearing her stir a little. y/n tensed at the feel of another in her bed until she realised it was me, and embraced me in a tight hug.

"next time, don't miss my calls."