Roadtrip Oneshots

Randy, Raw Emotions

Requested by caseywaseyx, so I hope this is what you wanted!!
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Andy

"So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye!"

I couldn't contain my hate for Ryan Beaumont in that moment.

In pure anger I threw the water all over Rye, smirking in satisfaction when surprise filled his eyes, followed closely by irritation. That wasn't even planned... I was just so Goddamn angry with the man in front of me right now.

"So you think you can love me and leave me to die?"

I pointed harshly at him, screaming in his face as loud as I could.

Rye had loved me, and I had loved him. Only he ended it with no warning, and I was left wondering. It turned out that he'd been cheating on me for the last month, and decided that I wasn't good enough for him, apparently. He'd chosen the girl over me; and I was livid.

I had found out he'd been dating both of us at the same time, not telling either of us about the other. To start with I had been a mess, crying, my heart breaking.

But then I found out what he'd done.

I didn't blame the girl, not one bit. Rye was a cheater. A liar. And I couldn't hate him more. I'd never hated anyone more than I did whilst filming this cover. My emotions were still raw as everything had unravelled earlier that week, and I hadn't had the time to properly come to terms with everything.

I figured that within a few weeks I would be handling it better; I knew myself and Rye had upset the boys, but in my eyes it was all Rye's fault. He was the one that had cheated, not me. He was the one that had torn this band apart, well...

Rye pushed me to the floor, and I stayed down in shock. He had never physically hurt me before, even if it was for a cover; none of these actions had been planned beforehand.

It was pure anger on my part, and pure frustration on Rye's part I knew... he had no reason to be angry. He wasn't even guilty. Not in the slightest. In fact I think he had enjoyed it, as sick as that thought was.

"Oh baby, can't do this to me baby."

He stared right at me as he said those words, looking deep into my eyes, his own clouded over with emotion.

For the first time in years, I couldn't read them. I held my breath, not letting the anger fall from my face. After all, we were still in the middle of filming.

I could feel the boys staring at the pair of us, unsure whether to step in, unsure whether to stop filming. But they left us to it. I had to give it to him, this take of this scene was going well, and the anger would work well in the final product.

"Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here."

My heart broke when Rye left the room, head held high, all colour draining from my face. I knew it was just for the cover, and it was as we had choreographed, but it held so much more meaning.

He wasn't guilty, as I had thought. He didn't even care that I had been crying myself to sleep for the past week, that I had barely left my room. He didn't even care that he had played me, ruined me. He was acting like nothing major had happened between us.

Rye walking out of the door told me that it really was over. There was no coming back from this. Not that I'd ever give him another chance of course, but it fully hit me then, just what had happened. That chapter of my life was over. That particular book had ended abruptly; I could only equate it to those books where the protagonist dies at the end, and the reader is left heartbroken and confused.

That's exactly how I felt. Only I knew Rye didn't feel the same way.

"Andy?"

My head snapped up. Mikey cautiously said my name, getting closer. He looked sad, but also concerned. Upset. I mean, I understood why; his two best mates hated each other with a passion.

It was then that I realised I hadn't moved from when Rye shoved me down. I was staring at the spot where I had last seen Rye.

"Are you hurt?"

I stood up wordlessly, shaking my head. I brushed myself off quickly, taking deep breaths.

"Andy?" Mikey asked again.

I looked him in the eye before walking off.

"I need time by myself Mike..." I trailed off, not really knowing where the hell I was going with that, or where I was going anyway.

"Okay."

And that was it.

I turned back to look at Mikey. He was looking at me with a look of such sorrow that I had to look away. Yet it was as though he understood what I meant.

"Thanks for understanding." I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut. I couldn't bare to look at him.

I knew he was torn. He was friends with both myself and Rye, especially having known Rye for longer. But Jack and Brook were in the same boat too, and so were Alex and Robbie. Rye had ruined everything for all of us.

"Stay safe Fovvs." Mikey's voice trembled when I walked out the door and into the garden. Into the cold and the dark.

The first of the tears fell when I was halfway across the garden, and I wiped them away, sniffing.

What the hell was I going to do?

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