back to your love; van mccann

darling, is this what we both want

chapter thirteen

van

after hearing what joe said, i was quick to hang up the phone and get up to start packing. he started mumbling other shit but i hung up the phone without really listening.

"i'm so exhausted- .. van what are you doing?" larry asks after coming into the room.

i don't even glance at him as i grab my phone and the charger from the wall and head out of the room, slamming the door shut. a couple seconds later larry is yelling at me to stop and let him know what the hell is going on.

"don't worry about it, larry." i say as i wait for an elevator down to the lobby.

"you better not be going to see charlotte, van. we have shows left to play!" he yells and i see the rest of the lads coming down the hallway to see what all the yelling is for i'm assuming.

"larry, just let me go. i'm a grown man, i can make these decisions on my own." i argue, ignoring the other 3 as i step on the elevator, pressing the button and pressing another button so the doors will close faster.

the last thing i see is larry's hands on his face and the guys looking at me and larry in disbelief, and then the doors shut.

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several long hours later, i'm finally in front of joe's place, biting my lip before making my way to the door. i knock repeatedly, getting joe's attention immediately.

"there you are, thank God." he mutters, gesturing for me to come in.

i don't say anything as he leads me to her door, walking away quietly. i knock on the door and i don't hear anything in return. quirking my eyebrow in confusion, i open the door silently. i'm frozen where i am once i see her. beautiful as hell while asleep and looking like she couldn't have a care in the world. deciding she needs her sleep, i turn around and shut the door behind me, and head to find joe in the kitchen.

"thanks for calling me, mate. i really appreciate it." i say once he looks at me, taking a seat at the bar.

"no problem. she was in bad shape. i'm surprised i got her to fall asleep." he says and i take the glass of whiskey he hands to me.

"do you know why?" i ask, taking a sip of my drink and having to screw my eyes shut because of how strong it was.

"just kept mumbling stuff about how much she fucked up, and how you'd never forgive her. just a blubbering mess, honestly." he sighs, and starts to walk out of the kitchen. "i'm tired as hell mate, i'll talk to you tomorrow."

i'm left by myself for a few minutes just thinking, and i finish the rest of my drink before i hear a door open and feet pad down the hallway.

"van?" i head charlotte say and i slowly turn around to see her standing there with a big tshirt on and her hair a mess.

"hey charlotte.." i grumble, not really knowing what to say.

"what.. what are you doing here? i thought you never wanted to see me?" she asks, already starting to tear up and i run a hand over my face.

"joe called me worried as fuck about you.. i panicked and rushed over here as fast as i could." i stand up once i'm done talking, stepping closer to her.

"i've been such a mess without you, van. i can't think straight because all i can think about is you." she says and i wrap her in my arms, causing her to start bawling against my chest, wetting my shirt but i could care less at the moment.

we stand there in silence as i hold her, rubbing her back. once she's calmed down i gesture for her to jump and she does, wrapping her legs around my waist. once she's settled, i head towards the room she was in and shut the door behind me, walking towards the bed. i take my shoes off and settle into the bed with her, pulling the covers over us.