"Please, I'm sorry"

Forever & Always

***TRIGGER WARNING***
I'll put where it starts and where it finishes so you can skip that part.

***TIME SKIP***

****TRISH'S POV****

I've been with Brooklyn for two months now. I've enjoyed it but recently all we seem to be doing is arguing. I can't take it. Majority of the arguments are over the same thing. I keep telling him but he just carries on doing it.

I know I can't tell him to stop because it's part of his job but he doesn't need to flirt so much. I don't wanna seem like a clingy, obsessive girlfriend but whenever a fan comes up to him he feels the need to flirt and when we go out I feel like I'm third wheeling Brooklyn and whatever fan comes up to him. He knows I feel like that yet he carries on doing it.

****A COUPLE DAYS LATER****

"OH GROW UP T" Brooklyn shouted.
"NO! I AM NOT THE ONE GOING AROUND KISSING AND FLIRTING WITH MY FANS" I shouted back.
"ITS MY JOB AND YOU KNOW THAT" his face was going red. I'm sick of this. When will he understand I don't wanna feel like I come after his job and fans.
"I KNOW BROOKLYN BUT IM FED UP OF FEELING LIKE THIS. LIKE YOUR FANS COME BEFORE ME. LIKE OUR RELATIONSHIP MEANS NOTHING" I screamed. It literally feels like my relationship with him is nothing.
"WHAT ARE YOU? A DESPERATE ATTENTION SEEKER"he threw his arms about.
"IS THAT HOW YOU SEE ME? WOULD YOU PREFER ME NOT TO BE LIKE THIS? I JUST WANNA FEEL LIKE IM ACTUALLY WITH YOU" a tear fell from my eye. I can't do this. I really can't. We're forever arguing and it's not what I want. Or what I need.

"YES THAT IS HOW I SEE YOU! AND YES I WOULD PREFER IF YOU WASN'T LIKE THIS. YOU ARE WITH ME. YOU'RE ACTING LIKE A CHILD" he shouted, spitting at me.
"WELL WHY ARE YOU STILL WITH ME? IF THATS HOW YOU SEE ME! I DON'T WANNA BE WITH YOU IF YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME FEEL LIKE THIS" more tears came from my eyes.

My wrist started to feel a light tingling sensation. No. I can't do it. Not again. I've been going strong for two weeks. I'm not gonna let this make me start again. No!

"OH STOP BEING PATHETIC AND GROW UP!" He took a step closer to me.
"SO IM THE PATHETIC ONE. GET LOST BROOKLYN" I turned to walk away when he grabbed my wrist. His grip was tight.
"B..Brooklyn.. G..get off me" I stuttered from the pain.
"No! Don't walk away from me" He said pulling me back, wanting to continue arguing.
"Get off me Brooklyn! You're hurting me" I cried.
"No! You need to grow up and get a grip of yourself" he spat. Standing me in front of him.
I cried. The pain in my wrists got too much. The way he grabbed my wrists reminded me of how Chase would. My breath trembled.
"GET OFF ME NOW BROOKLYN! YOU'RE REALLY HURTING ME. YOU'RE WORSE THAN CHASE" I shouted. Trying to break free of his grip.
"DONT YOU DARE COMPARE ME TO HIM!" He shouted back, pushing me backwards. I lost my balance and fell to the floor.
"PATHETIC LITTLE BITCH" he said before walking out.

I pulled myself up into the corner of the room.
I tucked my legs up and buried my head into my arms. I cried. I can't. I just can't. Is this what everything has come to?
He's right. I am pathetic. And I do need to grow up.

My thoughts battled against each other. I screamed out but it was useless. It was only me here. Nele and Jorja went away for the weekend with Andy, Jack, Mikey and Alex.
I really wish they was here though. It makes it all tempting.

**STARTS HERE**

I can't take it. These thoughts. This pain. I'm a pathetic little girl that needs to grow up.

I stood up. My hands trembled. My breathing quick. I walked over to where it was. I picked it up and walked back to where I was sat.

My hands were shaking uncontrollably.