A Stormy Love

The Fight Breakdown

"Well... I don't really know how to start..."

Dave rolls his eyes and waits for me to begin my explanation monologue.

I take a deep breath, trying not to have a vomit of words that'll confuse him, so i start with, "you know how much I love Jake right?" Dave nods waiting for me to get on with the story, "but I've noticed that he's been acting a bit sketchy lately..."

"Sketchy?? What, are we teenagers again? That's not a very valid reason--"

I give him a little punch in the arm cutting his sentence off. "Let me finish talking Dave!"

He shoots me a playful grin.

I love when he does that.

But I hate that he makes me love it.

"You can't tell him what I did, and please don't judge me, but I went through his phone today. That's actually what caused the fight. I found all these late night texts he's been having with this girl... I asked him about it but he said it's just about work." Fuck. Here come the tears again. "I don't know what to do Dave," my voice trails off in a high pitch tone turning into sobs.

He pulls me into one of his famous bear-hugs and stokes my hair until the weeping stops.

Once I pull away I notice all the tear stains on his shirt, "oh god, I'm sorry Dave," I say trying to blot the makeup off his shirt. "It's fine hun," he assures me lifting his shirt off, tossing it in the bedroom closest to us.

There was a moment of silence before any of us spoke again, but I could tell he was being serious despite the fact that he was now half naked.

"(Y/N), Jake has never been in such a serious relationship before in his entire life. I know it's an awful feeling imagining the person you love could be cheating on you," your heart stopped when Dave said that but he continued talking, "I assure you that he could never ever love anyone as much as he loves you."

He sits there waiting for my response, but I remain quiet. As much as I like Dave, Jacob is my soul mate.

I think of all the amazing times me and Jake have spent together. All the songs he's written for me, all the romantic dinner dates, all the expensive gifts, the amazing sex.

"You're right Dave. And I love him that much too."

Fuck. I've made the biggest mistake of my life breaking up with Jake.

I bolt out of the kitchen chair, giving Dave a quick kiss on the cheak and thank him for all the support.

I run as fast as I can, collecting my heels and leather jacket attempting to put them all on at the same time.

Just as I approach the front door, it suddenly swings open.

"DAVE are you home, it's me, Jake--" He stops talking in mid-sentence as soon as he noticed me standing there. "(Y/N)? What are you doing here?"

Dave appears from around the corner. Still shirtless. Fuck.

"Dave, where the fuck are your clothes? And why is my girlfriend over at your fucking house right now?"

Shit.