Till It's Golden Again (The Wanted Fanfiction)

Part 33

Jay's POV

It was about a week after the funeral. We hadn't moved much. We only left our room to get food shower and use the bathroom. We both cried a lot. The other hugging them never letting go so that we wouldn't lose them. We watched an awful lot of Netflix through the wii. Not moving from our bed.

Isabelle aploigised for not crying before the funeral. She said that she thought if she didn't react to it that it never happened.

This morning was different. I woke up too an empty bed. I heard the shower going. She was in the shower well okay. I noticed the time it was five thirty seven am. That was so early. I got up my hair a mess. I really needed a piss. I couldn't get to the bathroom downstairs in time. So I ran into Siva's room and straight into his bathroom.

I ignored him sleepily asking me "What the fuck?" I was doing. After I finished I walked out of his bathroom.

Siva was stud there in checked pj bottoms.

"Are you okay mate?" He asked. I could hear the caution in his voice, like I was going to flip out at him.

"Yes. I just really needed a wee." I answered walking towards the door.

"You have you're own bathroom."

"Isabelle was in the shower."

"Oh okay. I feel like I haven't spoken to you in weeks."

"I've only spoken to Isabelle. I love her so I talk to her."

"You need to talk to other people too."

"NO I DON'T I ONLY NEED HER. YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING." I had no clue why I was getting so angry. But all I needed was Isabelle, no one else. Siva wanted to take her away from me. "I NEED HER. DON'T TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME. EVERYONE WANTS ME TO BE ALONE." I was crying. I pushed everything off the top of his draws. Then I punched a photo frame. I could feel the pieces of glass lodge themselves into my hand.

Something clicked into place in my head. Why did I react like that. Siva was just looking out for me. He was right I did need other people and Isabelle needed other people. People that weren't hurting as much as us.

"I'm sorry. Sorry sorry sorry." I broke down and crouched on the floor holding my hand to my chest as it started to bleed. "So sorry. Sorry" I couldn't stop my self from crying and repeating sorry. I don't even think I was saying sorry to Siva anymore.

"It's okay mate. I understand. I was angry when I lost my dad. I know the pain isn't as nearly as much." Siva said wrapping his arm around me pulling me into a hug. I still kept saying sorry.

Siva's POV

We were all worried about Jay and Isabelle. Neither of them had spoken a word to us since the morning of the funeral. We had seen them but they haven't talked. One of them would leave the room and make a cup of tea and may be a few sandwiches and disappear back into the room.

I understand they need time. Time to greave. But I missed them.

I was surprised when Jay ran into my room at silly o'clock in the morning. I thought he was coming to talk to me but he ran passed and into the bathroom. When he came out I tried to talk to him but I must of said something that clicked in his brain. He snapped pushing everything off the top of the draws and smashed. I couldn't careless about the two damaged candles and the photo frame they could be replace.

I then watched my best friend breakdown. He kept telling me he was sorry. I told him it was okay even though I knew it wasn't. I don't think he was saying sorry to me anymore.

"Jay. Shall we get you cleaned up?" I said.

"Okay." He showed me his hand. It was drenched in blood with bits of glass stuck in. "Is it bad? it feels bad."