Randy - These Days

The End?

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With this chapter, I try to get the length a little more under control again, as the last two chapters escalated a little too much with over 6000 words (even without notes). I try to write the following chapters to be all shorter than 6000 (hopefully 5000 words) to make them easier to read. On the other hand, this will probably lead to more split chapters again (like Feeling I, II, III).

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(Andy's POV)

After that I walked to my bed and fell asleep, crying.

Ring Ring Ring

"Ugh," I woke up and picked up my phone and saw the time, "7 am, really," 'why the hell is Blair calling me at seven in the morning?' Then I remembered, that I quit the band and I started to cry, I don't know why I took the call, but I did, because I regretted leaving, 'did I really quit? Do they think I did, or do they think I come back? They probably don't want me to come back. Should I tell them I quit or should I ask them if I could come back?'

"Andy, I need you back in London tomorrow at the latest, you need to shoot some Music Videos and you have a tour, you can't miss it, you can leave after that. But I ask you, overthink that decision, please. Please overthink that decision. See you tomorrow."

That was it, I didn't even get a chance to answer Blair, he just expected me to be there tomorrow, but I couldn't, I couldn't face them, I couldn't face Zach, I couldn't face Harvey, Jack, Brook and Mikey and I definitely couldn't face Ryan. I knew I should, but they dropped me just as fast, so why shouldn't I drop them, I stood up and walked downstairs. I realised that my mom wasn't up yet, so she should be within the next few minutes. So I decided to make breakfast for the two of us as I wasn't really creative and I decided to just go for pancakes, not really healthy, but there was a reason I am not a chef.

I saw that I had at least fifty missed messages from Rye and the others and even some missed calls, okay, a lot missed calls, that I apparently just slept through. After that, I looked at the time and realised Rye hadn't just called yesterday evening but also really early this morning or more like in the middle of the night, which made me feel bad, really bad. If today would be a normal day we would have went to one bed together, cuddled up and would both have slept the rest of the night peacefully.

While I made breakfast, my thoughts never left Ryan, he was everywhere, I couldn't shake him out of my mind, I couldn't forget him, 'I guess it was a bad idea to make pancakes.'

"Good morning, smells really good," my mom (-A/N- I know that in chapter 3 – Where is Andy?- I wrote something about his parents, but I decided later on that I do this like it's in reality, so he just lived with his mother, as his father left them.-) walked down the stairs, she smiled a little, "how do you feel?"

"Good."

"Don't lie to me," my mom said, "why don't you drive back to the flat," she asked.

"I can't," I answered, "they don't want me there, I am just simply not good enough."

"You are and I doubt they don't want you there, I saw some of the videos and I saw how happy you all looked together and especially how close you seem to be to one of the boys," her smile grew a bit, "Rye to be precise." She looked at me questioningly.