Roadtrip Oneshots

Mindy, Fight

Mikey

"What is your problem?!" I yelled, throwing my hands up in the air.

"My problem? What's your problem?! You're the one that's been biting all day!" My boyfriend screamed back, and I felt myself flush a bright red.

"Because you've been commenting on every. Single. Thing. I've done today! It's frustrating!"

"Yeah, and I've been doing that because you've ignored me for the whole day... and we share a room Mikey!" He jabbed a finger harshly into my chest, and I slapped it away.

"I've had stuff to do Andy! Everything doesn't revolve around you! I can't always make time for you!" I breathed heavily after my outburst, then I realised what I'd said to my boyfriend.

My boyfriend that meant the whole world to me.

"Andy, babe-"

"Save it Mikey. If that's what you really think of me." No matter how hard he tried he couldn't hide the hurt that spread across his face. I felt my heart twinge painfully.

"Andy-" I tried a second time.

"I said leave it Mikey." He screamed in my face, and I backed away. My expression crumbled, as he stormed over to the door and wrenched it open.

"Where are you going?" My voice travelled across the flat as I chased after him. "Andy please let me apologize." My voice wobbled, and I felt it go weak.

He hesitated then, but still took a step outside. "I need to clear my head." He muttered, refusing to look me in the eye.

"Okay... please just stay safe." My voice cracked, and I felt my eyes water. He met my gaze then, nodding slightly, and my heart twinged painfully again when I saw tears in his eyes.
I'd caused this.

"I love you." I whispered, reaching a hand out to him.

He slammed the door in my face without a word. I rested my head on the door, and slammed my hand on it harshly as the tears began to fall, listening to his footsteps grow quieter and quieter.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Mikey?"

Rye said quietly. I didn't turn around.

"He does love you." He continued, and I felt a hand on my arm.

"I messed up Rye." I whispered, now turning to face him.

"Yeah, I heard." I chuckled bitterly at his response, and wiped my eyes.

"He hates me." I said, and Rye shook his head.

"No, he could never hate you... he just needs some space. It was only a matter of time. C'mere." He opened his arms and I let myself get held. But it didn't feel right.
It wasn't Andy holding me.

"Thanks Rye." I mumbled, pushing myself away.

"Do you want to watch a film, or will you be fine by yourself?" Rye asked, and I shook my head.

"No... I think I need to clear my head too. I'll just sit in my room, maybe tidy up a bit." I thought out loud, and Rye nodded.

"Okay mate, just don't think too much about it alright? He'll come back, and you'll be fine. It was just one small fight."

"I know, but what I said-"

"You didn't mean it. I know you don't mean that. He knows you don't mean that. Mikey, it'll be fine." Rye reassured me again.

I nodded, and slowly walked back into my room before sitting down on my bed.

I slammed my laptop shut. Stupid editing.

Looking around the room, I sighed. "I guess I should start clearing up."

***

Andy didn't return until much later that night.

Jack and Brook stayed away from me for the rest of the day, as did Rye, so I assumed that he had told them what happened, and that I needed some space.
Andy's and my room looked much better, me having spent a few hours tidying up, along with the kitchen area that looked an absolute mess.

Then I sat on my bed for the next hour, listening to music.
The boys had texted me goodnight, which I responded to with gratitude.

Then I heard the door open quietly. Ripping my headphones off I leapt to my feet and headed into the hallway, where Andy had flicked the light on and was silently shutting the door.

Upon seeing me, his face softened, and I ran over to him, pulling him into my arms. He embraced me back just as tight and inhaled his scent.

"I'm so sorry Andy." I mumbled, feeling my voice go tight again.

"I'm sorry too babe, I pushed you to say those things-"

"I'll make it up to you Andy, I promise." We pulled away, hands tightly clasped between us.

"You don't have nothing to make up for Mikey... I know you didn't mean it." He softly replied, squeezing my hands

"It still doesn't change the fact that I said them." I murmered. He must've seen my face crumble again, because he pulled me in for a breathtaking kiss.

"Stop doing this to yourself." He softly said, and I leant down to rest my forehead on his.

"I can always make time for you Fovvs." I closed my eyes, and squeezed his hands.

"I know. I love you Mikey."

"Love you too."

He pulled me over to his bed once he turned all the lights off, and I laid down beside him, tangling our legs together, arms holding each other.

"You didn't have to clean up." He sighed, and I turned my head to look into his eyes.

"I did." I replied, and kissed him again. I rested my head on his chest and closed my eyes.

Rye was right.
I'd have to thank him in the morning.

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I felt like that was a good place to stop.
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