Friend of a friend || Reece Bibby - on hold

15.

"Reece stop," I put a hand in his chest softly.

"Why?" He raised his eyebrow at me.

"You know why."

He bit his lip and sighed, "Oh come on Rose. I can't keep fucking fighting for something that I know won't happen, and don't give me that whole 'but you knew I like brad' bullshit again. Guess what, I don't care."

"Reece please, we've hardly been on this tour for a bloody month and I've got my best friend since birth admitting he loves me and brad fucking Simpson saying he has feelings for me. Do you know how crazy that is? This shit doesn't happen in real life!"

"Welcome to the real world babe," Reece grinned sarcastically before returning to his blunt state.

"Just give me time to think," I sunk back into the chair and looked sideways at the handsome blonde boy.

His face seemed to be a mix of emotions and I knew he was mad at me, but relieved because I said I was going to think about it which meant I cared for him in some way too.

Deep down I knew I did, I always had. But I also adore brad, aside from me being a fan just as a normal person he was amazing. I wasn't dating Brad and I wasn't dating Reece, yet I felt like I was cheating on them both.

This type of stuff only happens in fanfictions, this shouldn't be reality. In what world would your handsome, talented best friend and favourite person both like you? None!

I just need time.

"Fine. But it shouldn't be a choice Rose..." Reece trailed off. He took another look at me before standing up and walking away, leaving me to watch the sun rise over the locked pool alone.

~

"Good morning sunshine," Blake mocked as I stumbled into his and George's room.

"Piss off," I laughed and flipped him off.

"You're looking a bit rough love," George joined in on Blake's sarcasm.

"Well there's a reason for that," I shrugged, jumping in Blake's bed and resting my head on his shoulder. George looked a bit sad I wasn't giving him any love so I gave him a look and he jumped onto Blake's bed, resting his head on my chest.

"So what's the reason?" Blake asked.

"Well I woke up just after 4-"

"Late night with Brad?" George joked, earning a slap from me.

"Shut it George Steffen Gresley Smith." I narrowed my eyes at him.

He shivered, "Please never say that again."

"That's what I thought," I smiled and continued talking. "As I was saying before I was RUDELY interrupted, yeah it was like 4:30 and I went to Reece's room. I just needed to apologise even though I didn't really do anything wrong."

"And?" Blake said anxiously.

"We went to the pool and he kept talking about how he didn't care about my feelings for Brad, repeating how he has feelings for me and when I said I needed time he sad it shouldn't be a choice."

"Well..." Blake started nervously. "I understand where he's coming from, truly you should know."

"It's not that simple. Brad is so sweet, he cares about me, he listens, he pays attention, just everything," I gushed.

George knitted his eyebrows together, "And Reece?"

"Reece is one of my best friends. I obviously love him to much and before we were on tour we got close but not in the way I am with you guys like I guess 'romantically.' He's so protective and I don't want to lose him, but I just don't know guys."

Blake chuckled, "There you go."

"What do you mean?"

"Rose, you just gushed about both boys but even I can tell deep down you know who you want."

"It's kinda obvious," George shrugged.

"Maybe you're right but like I said I just need time."

"Take some time maybe it's going to do you some good," Blake smiled at me.

I was going to get up and head back to my room to talk to brad but Conor (Maynard) walked into the room.

"Joes called a meeting. Breakfast in 10."

"Thanks C," I smiled at him.

"Seeya," he waved and walked off.

"Right boys," I slapped both their thighs, causing them to flinch. "Let's see what this is about then."