Hayley's POV
I was woken by a loud knock. I sat up and looked around, noticing that I was in my bed and Taylor was nowhere in sight. He must've left after I fell asleep. But now that I think about it, I don't remember falling asleep at all.
I got up and dragged myself down the stairs. I didn't bother fixing my hair or trying to make myself look presentable because what's the point?
Once I got downstairs I opened the front door, revealing a tired-looking Chad. He stood there awkwardly with his hands stuffed in his pants pockets and when he looked up, I noticed that his eyes were red which either meant he hadn't gotten much sleep or that he had been crying.
"Can I come in?" He asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Yeah, sure." I stepped over and let him enter. "You know you didn't have to ask to come in. This is your house too," I told him before closing the door behind us.
"Well, I didn't want to walk in on another one of your secrets."
Ok, that hit me hard.
I opened my mouth to say something, but before I could get anything out, he shook his head. "I didn't come here to hear any of your explanations or apologies. I just came to pick up the rest of stuff."
I nodded, knowing it was best not to respond and watched as he made his way through the living room and up the stairs.
Chad's POV
I stepped in the familiar blue and white bedroom and the realization that I'll probably never sleep in or enter this room ever again finally hit me. I took a seat at the edge of the bed, taking in all that's happened in the past 14 hours. It's weird to think that just yesterday Hayley and I doing perfectly fine, and now, we're over.
But how could I be so oblivious? How could I not know my girlfriend was cheating on me for five months? Five months. While I was on tour and off tour, she went behind my back and slept with her best friend. I couldn't ever trust her again.
I sighed and closed my eyes in attempt to stop the tears begging to fall. I was always afraid of losing her. I was afraid that I would end up screwing things up, so I did all I could to make her happy and to make her feel loved. But obviously, that wasn't enough.
When I finally got myself together, I stood and began packing up my belongings. Once I was done, I made my way back down the stairs and walked into the living room where I saw Hayley sitting on the couch with her head in her hands.
I sat my bags down and walked over to where she was sitting, taking a seat beside her.
She lifted her head and spoke without making eye contact with me. "I don't blame you for hating me," she said.
I sighed. "Hayley, I don't hate you."
"Why?" She asked, a little shocked by my response. "You have every right to."
"Because I love you."
"But I- I cheated on you."
"I know what you did, but that doesn't mean my feelings for you are just going to magically disappear. I love you. I have for the past six years and I believe that you love me, too, it's just time for us to end."
She looked at me and her eyes finally met with mine. "So there's no more us?" I shook my head and she continued on. "You know, this was my first serious relationship. You taught me so much about love, you taught me how to love. I wouldn't take back the six years I spent with you, and I honestly don't think I'll love someone as much as I have loved you."
I smiled. "And I can honestly say the same," I told her, taking her hands into mine. "But I know there's someone else out there for you. You're beautiful, smart, talented... You're Hayley freaking Williams, you could have anyone. And maybe I'll find someone else, too, but you'll always be my first love."
She chuckled. "I'm going to miss you."
"I'm going to miss you, too."
I released her hands and stood up, picking up my bags and walking to the front door. Hayley followed behind me, opening the door so I could exit, but called my name before I could make my way to my car.
I stopped and turned around.
"I-I'm sorry."
"It's ok. I forgive you."
