Piano Man (Tradley au)

Chapter 20- Brad's POV

I fucked up so bad last night. I had to sleep alone for the first night in ages, and it's all my own fault. I just hope Tristan's ok. I don't know where he went, all I can hope is that he didn't go back to Corey. He deserves better than that, and better than me to be honest- he trusted and I spat it right back in his face. Yes he's a lot to handle, but we were happy.

I've been kicking myself ever since then. I made him cry, then just like that he was gone. I don't know whether I should try and find him or not. He might well want some space, and after what I did to him, I'm in no position to force him into doing what I want. That's not fair to him, it was my fuck up.

I'm sitting at my piano trying to distract myself from worrying when I'm startled by my phone ringing. I feel a pang in my heart when I realise that it's Tristan calling, and I don't hesitate to pick up. "Hello?" I say gently.

"I'm sorry." Tristan blurts out immediately.

I feel so bad for him, he shouldn't have to be sorry. "I'm sorry too." I tell him. "I shouldn't have said that."

He sniffles. "But I overreacted."

"No you didn't." I say firmly. "I betrayed your trust. That was wrong of me."

"I don't care about that." he says tearfully, and my heart breaks even more for him.

"Where are you?" I ask eventually, not knowing what else to say to make it better.

"I went back to Corey's." he says quietly. "He wasn't there, it's ok."

Despite myself, I have to laugh at that. "Do you want me to come and get you?" I ask gently.

"Yes please." he whispers. "I don't know where he is, and I don't want him to come back." I can't even begin to imagine how scared and sad Tristan must be, and it's all my fault. I let him know I'm on my way before hanging up as I don't want to get pulled over. He needs me.

Luckily I remember where Corey lives, so I get there fairly quickly. I head up to the door and knock, hoping Tristan will answer. There's a slight pause before he does, but when he opens the door I feel a sense of relief. He looks tearful and scared, but he visibly relaxes when he sees it's me. He opens his mouth to say something but I cut him off by saying "Don't worry. Let's get you home."

He nods, letting me lead him by the hand back to the car. There's a silence on the way home, as neither of us know what to say. We've done the apologising, now all I can do is hope that he forgives me. Suddenly, he starts to cry. It's not as loud as it was yesterday, but I still feel desperately sorry for him. "Hey." I say gently. "It's ok."

Tristan hiccups through a sob. "It's not. Corey was right."

"No he wasn't." I say firmly, but Tristan isn't listening.

"I am too much." he says quietly, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I'm too needy and hard to deal with. No wonder you got fed up with me."

I sigh, but don't say anything as we pull up to my house. As we head in, I lead him by the hand again into the living room and make him sit down. I then sit opposite him. "You aren't too much." I tell him, squeezing both of his hands gently. "If Corey thought you were than that's his problem. He didn't deserve you."

Tristan looks down at his lap sadly. "But I'm a lot to handle. No one should have to deal with that, it's my issue."

I smile at him. "I don't mind. You're wonderful and I love you just the way you are."

Tristan looks up at me, his tears still falling. "Really?"

"Really." I tell him. "Come here." I wrap my arms around him and he immediately hugs me back. He just needs to be held right now, and that's the one thing I can do to help him. After a while he stops crying, apart from the occasional sniffle. But he still doesn't let go, so I don't either.

He surprises me by breaking the silence by saying "Thank you."

"For what?" I ask.

"For taking care of me." he whispers.

"You're welcome." I say, smiling. He still doesn't let go, but I don't mind. I like hugging him, and if it makes him feel better then I'm all for it. We still need to work on his confidence, but now isn't the time for that. I'm just glad to have him back in my arms.

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I feel bad for Tristan even though it was me who made the story this way 😂 What can you do. Please vote and comment!

I have had an exciting week- after a bit of a nightmare getting new tickets (as vip for the London date sold out super quick and the website crashed) we managed to get things sorted so I'm meeting the boys in May 🎉 And reputation nearly killed me especially when my dad got tickets for jingle ball so I'm seeing Taylor in December 🎉 I'm very lucky :)