If heart ache was a physical pain, I could face it.

Part Eight

Anne's POV

"I think it's probably best we move out." I glance nervously up at Tom. "No one's going to want us there anymore, and it's not fair on Max."

"I was already thinking about this. I thought maybe we could ask Charly to swap with us?"

"I like that idea. But I doubt she would want to live in a house full of couples."

"I did it." Tom says, making me laugh.

"No you pretended to. There's a difference." I reply; causing Tom to smirk.

"I did it before we fell in  love."

"Oh when Nathan was still single?" I laugh again.

"Oh yeah..."

"Tom, I'm not saying no. We'll ask her I just don't think she's going to agree to it. So try not to get your hopes up." I run a comforting hand down Tom's cheek, before he takes it in his hands and gently kisses my knuckles.

"I can't wait to move in with you Anne. Then we no longer have to be quiet." He winks, and I smile brightly. Now it's me getting my hopes up.

  Charly's POV

"Charly?" I wake up, and it takes me a minuet to realise where I am and what's going on. I'm lying in the spare room of the boys' house, with Tom and Anne stood in the doorway. What the hell do they want?

"What?" I ask, while sitting up. 

"We were wondering if you could do us a favor." I snort, and then quickly cover my mouth with my hands in shock. Well that's attractive. "We were wondering if you wanted to swap houses with us?" Tom continues, not at all put off by my reaction. Swap places with them? I spend most of my time here anyway, and I do really want some company right now. And Max is more likely to come home if they're not here...

"I'll do it." I say. "But I am NOT doing this for you, understand?"I exaggerate the 'not' to make sure they get the message. 

"We understand and thank you." Anne replies. 

 "Oh, and one more thing. You do know, that Max has left. No one has a clue where he's gone and he's not answering his phone. I hope your both happy." And with that I stand up and slam the door in their shocked faces. 

 Anne’s POV

I feel the blood drain out of my face, as I stand facing the closed door stunned.

“Anne?” I hear Tom whisper, but I choose to ignore him. Has he really left? Is he really avoiding everyone, and told no one where he is going? Does he even know where he’s going or was he in too much of a hurry to get away to even consider it? Have we really hurt him that much?

“Anne.” Tom says again, more urgently this time. But again I ignore him. Of course you have! My subconscious shouts at me. You agreed to marry him, and then he caught you in bed with his best mate! Tom places a hand on my shoulder attempting to comfort me, but I shake him off and start heading towards the room that I used to share with Max. Maybe Charly is just making this up to hurt me; after all I have just really, really hurt her best mate. Maybe. Just maybe he hasn’t left.

However, as soon as I step into the room I realise that Charly was sadly telling the truth. A lot of his things are missing, and all of his clothes are gone.

“Oh Tom. What have we done?” I whisper. Tears threatening to overwhelm me again. Wordlessly Tom wraps his arms around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder. He was so happy.

“Great!” Max replies with a huge smile matching mine on his face, yet his isn’t faked. “When Tom gets back from town we can tell everyone.” Tom; I’m so sorry.

“I can’t wait.” I grin on the outside while on the inside I’m falling apart. I’m such a bad person. Max pushes the ring onto my finger.

And now he’s pushing everyone away. All because of what Tom and I did. Silently the tears begin to fall once more, and I embrace them; because whatever I am feeling I know it’s not half as bad as whatever Max is feeling.

“Maybe I should call him?”

“Babe, I don’t think that’s such a good idea. “

“But he might talk to me. He might tell me where he is so everyone can stop worrying.” I sob while burying my face in Tom’s chest.

“Or he might for the split second between seeing your name on the caller ID and answering the phone think that you’re regretting this, and that you want him back. Don’t do that to him.” Tom’s right, I know he’s right. But I feel helpless. I feel that I need to do something to try and make him feel better. To try and right the wrongs I have committed. But I can’t. And it’s killing me.  

Max's POV

The train pulls into the station, and I collect my suitcase before stepping onto the platform. I head towards the taxi bay and order a cab. Sinking into the car seat my mind begins to wonder...

Anne stares up at me, her eyes alight with a playful, lustful stare as I sit on her hips, my hands on hers above her head, pinning her against the bed as I look down at her. Her gorgeous hair spread out on the pillow. I lean down and nuzzle her neck as she giggles, carefree and happy. I begin kissing her neck before moving lower. Over her breasts, down her stomach to her navel where I pause slightly before beginning my decent. My hands following the path made by my mouth. She moans in anticipation, and I agree it's time to take things further.

I chock at the memory. What does he have that I don't? 

“We’re here.”