Affection, Adoration, and Infatuation {Ryden}

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I had been startled off the couch, where I had previously been wrapped in Brendon's arms, by loud, angry sounding knocks on the door that filled the quiet house. My detachment from him had also awoken him, looking confused and with major bed head, to which I smiled at amusedly before hearing Brendon's name being yelled and I jerked back into reality. Which is the fact that someone is banging on the door in the middle of the night.

"I know you're in there, Brendon!" Must be Dallon. I'm not sure why he's here, it's probably two in the morning. Brendon grabbed my bookbag up and stuffed it into my arms and shooed me to the bedroom tiredly. I settled by the door to listen, throwing my bag somewhere across the room.

"What do you want?" He asked irately and muffled after he opened the door.

"Baby, I've missed you." Dallon slurred, obviously drunk. "I wanna come home..." I could hear the frown in his voice.

"Dallon you need to go home. You're drunk and it's 2:45.” Brendon sighed toward him exhaustedly.

"No, no, no, no. Baby, please, come on. I love you.” He tried.

"And I don’t love you, Dallon. Please. Go."

"I can't drive home.”

"Call a taxi.” He hissed. He was getting more and more irritated by him and I could hear it in his voice.

"I don't have any money.” He tried again, although he probably did, he was just making excuses to prevent himself from leaving.

"Dallon. Go. I don't care how or what excuses you have, just go.” He stressed to him.

"When'd you get so mean? Is it because of this other person? Are they here?" I could hear him trying to let himself into the house to search.

"Dallon! Get the fuck out. I will call the police, I swear to God. Just leave, I don't need this drama, it’s juvenile. You're not a part of my life anymore." And the door closed. And the footsteps proceeded to the bedroom and I scrambled away from the door as it opened, falling in the process and I laughed slightly at myself, mostly in embarrassment for listening in. He smiled tiredly and helped me up.

"You good?" I asked as we sat on the bed.

"I'm fine, I am. I have you, so I'm perfectly fine." He smiled and bumped his shoulder into mine.

"You know, if you’re upset about breaking up with him, I'm fine with that. You were together for three years, it's okay to let yourself be upset or angry about it. I just want you to know that I'm here for you no matter what, even if you're still dealing with a past relationship." I said softly. He smiled sadly and only nodded.

"Let's just go back to sleep for now, alright." He whispered, getting up to take off his pants from the day before so he would just be in his boxers and I repeated his actions before climbing into bed with him.

***

I woke up with my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and my arm wrapped around his bare torso. The sun was shining through the terribly closed curtains, probably disrupted by one of the cats and never got fixed. I laid there for a few moments, just letting the moment be. I looked up at his sleeping face and smiled before untangling myself from his form. Venturing out into the house out of boredom, I fed the cats and did my business. 7:13 AM. He likes to sleep in, I’ve learned, so he probably won't be up until around nine or so. So I decide to just pick up around the house, a lot of the stuff strewn around turn out to be mine. I'm not surprised, though. I haven't actually been home in at least a month and a half; I practically live here now. I washed up the few dishes that were in the sink and looked for food to make breakfast for him and I. Turns out, we don't have any actual food here.