it was you ⋆ richardson ; DISCONTINUED

03.

blakes p.o.v:
and there she was. after panting forwards and backwards through her apartment lobby rambling on about everything she finally stopped. she stood still in the elevator and i stood there alone while she done so.

the elevator doors slowly shut as she rapidly tapped her floor button in the lift. it was obvious she didn't to see me. i should have saw that coming.

i turned around to leave but saw the doorman slightly sniggering at me but coughed to try to cover his actions.

"whatever gary" i rolled my eyes before putting my hood up leaving the apartment building. i stopped outside the building.

i closed my eyes for a slight second before opening them again and once they were open i watched slowly walk away. i couldn't imagine the thoughts running through her head right now. i ran my hands through my hair frustrated at everything i said.

"well fucking done blake!" i shouted to myself before punching the solid brick wall. i cussed to myself instantly regretting my actions with the wall and dani. i held my sore hand in my hand then realised where dani was heading to, the tour bus.

i shook my head snapping myself out my thoughts before walking the cold streets of london. right now i couldn't care less that i was taking the longest way to the taxi station or that i was soaking the more i walked. all i thought about was her.

her hair and how it doesn't naturally fall down to her waist anymore because she cut it shoulder length. and how she got rid of her highlights and now it's all natural. also that nose piercing of hers, she always told me she wanted it done but never had the balls.

i arrived to the taxi station and told the driver g's address. after arriving i gave him the money dani gave me as it was all i had on me, i told him to keep the change. i found the spare key, slowly and quietly making my way into his house.

there was a draw in the living room where george kept thick blankets just in case any one of us were cold. i got myself one of them and took everything off but my boxers and lay myself on his sofa with the blanket around me and some pillows under my head.

i woke up to the smell of egg. i knew george was awake because that's what he cooks when i stay round. i sat on the edge of the sofa stretching whilst i yawned, i put my head in my hands for a few moments before ruffling my hands through my hair. i got up and made my way to his kitchen.

"morning" george said as he placed some eggs and bacon onto a plate, "just in time, here you need to eat it looks like you haven't in days" he said sliding me the plate across the breakfast table, after mumbling a thank you george began to talk again, "when was the last time you ate?"

i shrugged and he raised an eyebrow at me.

"i don't know, maybe tuesday?" i shrugged again, "i had a packet of crisps on wednesday" i said shoving my mouth with the food he made me.

"blake, it's saturday... this isn't healthy for you" he shook his head before taking a sip of his coffee, "what is wrong with you? you haven't ate. you definitely haven't showered" george stated,

"i don't know, i just feel like now i've moved to london i need to see her. i need to know how she feels" i sighed,

"feels about what blake?" george put his mug down, "the fact that you let her walk away from you in the middle of LA?" george creased his eyebrows slightly creating tension between us, "or maybe how she feels about the fact you just showed up in the middle of the night at her apartment building after two whole years of not seeing her" george said slightly slapping the side of my head,

"how did you find out?" i said rubbing the side of my head,

"i'm george smith. i'm not an idiot am i?" i opened my mouth to be interrupted by george, "don't even answer that" he raised his finger at me whist i shut my mouth.