acquaintances; best mates sequel

eleven

*BRADLEY'S POV*

*FLASHBACK*

"I can't do this anymore." Tristan cried, his face in his palms as he paced the hotel room.

"What do you mean? I thought we were doing great?" I argued as I sat on the bed, my head getting dizzy as I watched him. It was the fifth argument of the week, and to say I was growing tired of it was an understatement. He'd switched completely after the first day of the tour, and since then he'd been finding things to argue with myself and the boys over. I thought it might have been something boyfriends do - have a week where they get moody and such, but I was so wrong.

"Brad I can't do it." Tris yelled, stopping his pacing to face me.

"You can't do what? The band? Tour? The press? Us?" I scoffed, avoiding all eye contact with the blonde.

"Everything, fucking all of it." He lost it, using his fist to smash a glass off the table beside me.

"Woah, woah, slow the fuck down, Evans. What has gotten into you? What have I done?" I rose off the bed, my temper rising as the blonde towered over me, breathing heavily. 

"It's nothing you've done, Brad. Not everything is about you." He laughed sarcastically and sat himself down on the bed. 

"Well, I just find it funny that last week you were sucking my dick and now you want to break up!?" I tilted my head, giving him a taste of his own medicine. I knew after all of this, we were just going to cuddle back up in bed and sort things out as usual. This was just another one of his stupid outbursts he'd decided to take out on me.

"Maybe you should just leave." He sighed, looking down at the floor. I stopped glaring at him and sat beside him, my heart sinking slowly. 

"Why me? What have I done? Please just answer me that." My anger turned into sadness as I spoke, my throat swelling up as I did so, and I could feel myself about to cry at any given moment. I placed my hand on his thigh and rubbed it slowly, this always worked when it came to calming him down.

"Brad, please. I just want to be alone. If you loved me, you'd do that for me." Tristan snapped, moving his legs away from my touch. 

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*BRADLEY'S POV*

*PRESENT*

I bit my lip nervously, all thoughts going through my brain from the past two years as I approached Tristan's front door. Maybe I should turn away and leave? I didn't have to see him. Not now at least. No, I did. I had to. For the sake of my band, and my mental health. It had to be now. 

I raised my hand to ring the doorbell of Tristan's apartment, I knew this place all too well. It felt weird not walking straight in with my key.

Before I could press the button, the door swung open, and there he stood. Taller, blonder, prettier than ever. I wanted to collapse on the spot, but I knew I had to act like none of this bothered me, and that I was completely over him.

"Hey." He smirked, his arm guiding me into the apartment.

"Hey, you wanted to see me?" I shrugged, walking through the apartment until we got into the living room.