Addicted To You // Andy Fowler (Complete)

Twelve

🌸Lilac🌸

Friday

Seven months later...

It's been seven months. Andy hasn't been talking to me for six months. I know he's probably just busy, but it really bugs me. I've been trying to text him. I tried four months ago, but gave up after realizing that he won't answer no matter how many times I text him. I'm beginning to think that he hates me or something. I'm scared for that.

"Lilac, you have to get up." Harvey says.

"What's the point?" I ask.

Harvey sighs. "You need to go to work. Come on."

"No! I don't want to!" I whined.

"Lilac, come on. You have to." Harvey says.

I sigh and finally give in.

****

I looked at myself in the reflection of the mirror. I look pale with dark bags under my eyes. I look like death.

The only one of the boys who's keeping contact with me is Brooklyn, which I'm thankful for. The rest of them stopped contacting me when Andy stopped.

Brook🙊: Hey Lilac! How are you?

Me: Tired.

Brook🙊: Same!

I haven't asked him about the boys because I'm scared to hear what he would say if I asked why they haven't been contacting me. I'm curious, of course. I just can't hear that they hate me or they just don't care anymore.

Me: I have to go to work now. Bye Brook!

Brook🙊: Ok. Bye Lilac!

****

I've just been stressing about what the boys think of me. I do this all the time. I don't know why they would just stop talking to me all of a sudden. They're probably not busy all the time if Brooklyn can take enough time out of his day to text me a few times a day. I just don't get it!

"You can go home, if you want." Liza said.

I nodded and rushed to grab my stuff and get out of there.

Then I got a call from Brooklyn.

(Brooklyn=🙊 Lilac=🌸)

🙊: Hey! You done work?

🌸: Yeah. Just finished. What's up?

🙊: So...the boys and I are coming home a month early.

🌸: Really?!

🙊: Haha! Yeah!

🌸: That's great!

🙊: I thought Andy would have told you, but he said he didn't want to because he's a lazy ass so I decided to.

My heart ached. So, Andy really doesn't want to talk to me?

🌸: Oh! Well, thanks for telling me! Can't wait to see you and the rest of the boys!

I heard a bit of whispering before Brooklyn said he had to go and hung up. If only they knew how much pain they put me through.

Brooklyn doesn't know they haven't been contacting, I guess.

****

Saturday

The boys are supposed to be back today. Brooklyn said they would meet me at my house. These seven months have been hell. I can't wait to see them. But then again I'm mad at Andy, Jack, Rye, and Mikey for not talking to me. Well, not really mad, just hurt.

I heard a knock on the door so I ran downstairs to see who it was. Well, I already knew.

I saw all five boys standing there. Brooklyn was smiling at me and holding his arms out for a hug whilst the others were looking down guiltily.

I hugged Brooklyn with a fake smile on my face. How was I supposed to actually be smiling when four of the boys hurt me?

I invited them all in, not giving the others a hug to show them I wasn't happy with them.

When Andy walked in he gave me a begging look. I glared back at him. Honestly, all I wanted to do was just run into his arms and beg him to never leave him again and tell him how much I love him, but he needs to know that he hurt me.

We all sit down. Brooklyn's sitting beside me whilst the others are sitting on a different couch.

Brooklyn furrowed his eyebrows. "Is there something wrong? You guys don't really seem happy to see each other."

"No, actually. All four of them have been ignoring me for six months." I said, narrowing my eyes at all four boys.

"What? I thought you guys said you always talk to her?" Brooklyn asked the boys.

All of them were silent.

"Why wouldn't you talk to me?" I asked.

"We were busy." Andy said.

"Bullshit. If Brooklyn could take time out of his day to talk to me, then so could you." I spat. "For these past six months I've been trying to contact you guys with no reply. Do you know how much that hurt?"

"We didn't intend to hurt you." Mikey muttered.

"Then what did you intend to do? I've been wondering what I've done wrong for these past few months! I just don't understand how you could just do that!" I yelled.

"We didn't want you to get in the way! You get in the way of everything!" Andy yelled.

"What was I getting in the way of!" I yelled back.

"EVERYTHING! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THAT WE WERE ON TOUR AND WE HAD THINGS TO DO!" Andy screamed at me.

My eyes filled up with tears. I got up and stormed out of the room.

"Lilac!" Rye yelled.

I heard someone follow me, but I didn't care. I'm so done with this!

I closed the door to my bedroom and locked it. I slid down the door and hugged my knees to my chest. I cried into my knees.

I heard someone knocking on the door, but I didn't even move.

"Lilac! Come on!" Rye exclaimed.

"Lilac! Please open the door." Brooklyn begged.

"N-No." I stuttered.

"Lilac. Please." Jack begged.

"FUCK OFF!" I screamed.

It was silent for a few moments.

"Lilac. Please let me in." Brooklyn begged again.

I got up and unlocked the door. Only Brooklyn walked in, which I was thankful for. He locked the door again and looked at me sympathetically.

I bursted into tears. He came up and hugged me.

What did I ever do to deserve this?

Hey guys! Looks like there's a bit of a problem... ANDREW ROBERT FOWLER, WHAT DID YOU DO?! I'm so weird😂😂

Anyway, hope y'all have a good day!

See you on the flip side!