Roadtrip Fanfic: 5th Wheel

17: mistakes

Jack's POV:

I left Blair's early the next morning. I had to make this right. This band is my life and I can't let young love ruin that. Eve if Brooklyn felt like more that just 'young love' I couldn't let this ruin my future.

When I got back to the flat Harvey was there and he and Andy were still fast asleep. Rye was up and on his phone.

"Hey mate you all right? Where did you go last night?" He asked.

"Yeah I'm good I just stayed at Blair's sorry I never text or called..." I said putting the kettle on. "Want a cuppa?"

"Hell yeah!" He said leaping out of Andy's bed and into the kitchen next to me.

"Where's the others...?" I asked slyly.

"They errr... they are in your room..." he said awkwardly.

I snapped my head up. He had replaced me. How could he do that.

I left Rye in the kitchen and walked through to mine and Brooklyn's room.
I swung the door open. And to my surprise I didn't see what I was expecting.

Brooklyn was in his bed on his phone his eyes were red and puffy and there was a Polaroid of us at the end of his bed. Mikey was asleep on the ground lying on a blanket and a few pillows.

The mirror and a few photo frames had been ripped up and smashed. But my bed it was still completely untouched. I had thought that I would walk into them spooning or something or Mikey on my bed but no. He clearly felt that it was wrong. I felt so bad.

"Jack!" Brooklyn shouted at the sight of my stunned face. He leapt up from his bed smacking his head on the bunk bed above him.

"Shhhhh!" I said as to not wake Mikey.

He looked at me confused and sorry.

"We need to talk..." I said leaving the room.

Brooklyn came out the room minutes later now dressed.

I was in the kitchen with Rye just sipping my tea and catching up. I saw him and lead him towards the door.

"You can go in the 'Rarvey' room no ones i there" Rye said half smiling.

We just nodded making our way to the room.

I sat on Rye's bed and Brooklyn sat on Harvey's bed. Silence filled the room for a moment before I brook broke it.
"Jack I'm so sorry... I can't even explain how bad I feel and I know that's not an excuse but I made a mistake..." he said quickly.

"If you like Mikey then you can be with him. I'm not going to stop you. I told Blair what happened. Everything. About us. About Mikey and you. He deserves to know. I'm going to miss you and it's gonna be really hard but i need to do this for the band. It's the right thing to do." I stated bluntly. I was fighting back the tears and I could see a tear already dribbling down brooks cheek.

I looked down at my feet. Letting a tear fall.

"Jack please...let me fix this..." he tried, sobbing.

I just looked him in the eye and shook my head. "I'm sorry brook..." I now cried.

"Please we can get through this. Don't do this please. I don't want Mikey I don't love him.
I love you Jack!" He said now fully crying. 

"I think we should just be friends... for now anyway." I said sadly.

Standing up heading for the door. I felt Brooklyn grab my hand.

"Do you love me?" He cried.

"I'll always love you brook..." I said.

I slid my hand from his grip and walked out the door.

Later that night after studio brook, Mikey and I had been making small talk.

Mikey pulled me aside before studio and apologised. He told me how he hadn't meant to get in between us and how it was a mistake. He told me that it was all his fault and that he wanted Brook and I to be happy TOGETHER. I told him that I needed some time and that I didn't blame him.

Andy, Rye and Harvey were over the moon that the fighting had stopped even though it was still awkward.

After studio we all headed home. I slept on the couch because I knew it would still be awkward sleeping in the same room as Brook.

It still hurt but I had to be strong.