It's been three days since Brady left and I'm starting to go insane. I love him so much, and I miss him too much. I'll call him, but to no avail.
My worry has gone through the roof, too. What if he's ignoring me because he doesn't want me anymore? What if he found someone new already? I really need to stop this. Maybe I can just go over to Michaels house and see him. Yeah, I can do that. What if he rejects me though? No, you can't rejected by hour own fiancé. Or can you?
I tried to clear my head as I drove to Michaels house. I noticed both Brady's and Michaels cars in the driveway, so I knew he had to be here. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door.
"Y/N! What's up?" Michael asked as he opened the door.
I shifted my weight nervously. "Um, is Brady here?"
"Yeah. Brady! Come here!" He shouted into the house.
Footsteps could be heard, then the angelic voice I'm so in love with. "What do you want, Michael?"
"Visitor," Michael replied.
Brady froze dead in his tracks when he saw me. I shifted my gaze to the ground.
"Can you give us a second?" Brady asked, gently pulling me into the porch and closing the door. "I miss you. I love you."
"I love and miss you too, Brady. I can't take it, you not being here with me when I wake up, when I eat, when I go to bed. I miss you. If we have to wait until after tour to plan this wedding, so be it. I just want to be with you, and as long as I am, nothing else matters. We don't need some rings and a piece of paper to tell everyone we're together," I ranted.
He smiled lovingly at me as he placed his hands on my waist, pulling me into him. I put mine on his arms as he bent down to kiss me sweetly. "I love you, Y/N. Nothing will ever come between us. I'm coming home today, and I promise we will start talking about that wedding."
I grinned as I leaned my head on his chest, holding him close to me. As several minutes went by, I fell even more in love with Brady. The fighting over things that are so minuscule in the grand scheme of things and spending time apart is stupid, pointless. That was the teenaged us; over-hormonal, overdramatic, teenaged us. We're adults now, and I'm so glad we can move past what ridiculousness we used to be.
"I'm gonna go grab my bag and we'll go back to our place, okay?" Brady asked, kissing my head.
I smiled and nodded, following him inside.
"So you two made up, huh?" Michaels voice rang through the room.
I jumped slightly, then smiled. "Yeah. That argument was so pointless. If it were back in the boyband era, we'd be apart for who knows how long. We were kinda dumb back then, but I'm glad we can both treat situations like this like adults."
"Yeah, me too. It was honestly kinda annoying, having to deal with the two of you and then my own feelings. But you two deserve a happy life after all of that," he replied, smiling.
"Thank you, Michael."
"You know," he started. "Brady was super annoying these past few days. He wouldn't shut up about you; every time he opened his mouth it was about you. He's so in love with you, I hope you know that."
I smiled to myself. "Yeah, I do know that. Because I feel the exact same way about him."
"Ready to go, babe?" Brady asked, backpack sling over his shoulders.
I nodded, taking his hand in mine.
"Thanks for letting me stay, Michael. See ya man."
I waved as we exited the house, happy to have my Brady back.
