If I Can't Have You || Randy

Studio day.

Andy's POV

Yesterday was a really weird day. Since Rye and I woke up at 11 am I felt so different. I didn't want to be around him so I went upstairs to my room and played the piano while I was humming a melody. Truth was though half of the time I wasn't doing that. I was sitting on my bed, staring at the wall and I got lost in my thoughts. 

At some point, I heard Rye calling us down to eat but I wasn't in the mood to face him so I didn't move. When Mikey came to tell me that food was ready I lied, telling him I wasn't hungry so he left. After they ate, he brought a plate for me in my room and left it there in case I got hungry.

I ended up eating at around 6 pm because I couldn't hold back anymore. I didn't want to eat at all but my stomach was complaining. I decided at about 7 pm to get my plate and everything downstairs to wash them.

I knew everyone was in their rooms so no one should have been down there. I was wrong though because Rye was down there getting the plates and the rest out of the dishwasher. I hesitated at first but then I approached. I placed my plate and everything in the sink before washing them.

"Hey," He spoke once he had everything out of the dishwasher.

"Hi," I spoke, not looking at him, setting my dish and the rest to dry.

"What's up with you? Since we woke up you've been upstairs in your room all day. Then, you started playing the piano and making music, not talking to anyone," He said as I caught him in the corner of my eye turning towards me.

"Nothing, am I not allowed to play the piano or make music?" I said, shrugging and looking at him.

"You didn't even come down to eat with us at noon," He stated.

"Yeah, I wasn't hungry at that time. I ate now, so what?" I said, raising an eyebrow.

"Something is wrong. I can see it. You are not like that, you are more bubbly and energetic," He rested his weight on the counter.

"I'm fine," I turned to leave but Rye wrapped his hand around my wrist and pulled me back.

"You are not fine. You are acting weird," He said as I turned around.

"I am fine, Ryan. Leave me alone, Jesus," I shouted and looked at him, trying to get out of his grip.

"You can't lie to me. I know when you are lying," He said as he tightened his grip on my wrist.

"You are fucking hurting me. Let me go, Ryan," I snapped and escaped before running up the stairs. Once I was in my room, I slammed the door shut and leaned my back against it, sliding down until I reached the floor.

What was wrong with me? Why was I like this?

I didn't realize that I had started crying because of how upset I was until I felt the tears stream down my face.

Being around Rye felt weird after the kiss. It was like everything had changed. I would try to avoid him until I figured out why I was like this. But, living in the same house with him was going to be a lot harder than I thought.

I dragged myself to my bed, not bothering to get out of my clothes, and laid down, still crying.

-------------------------------------------------

"Wake up. It's almost 8 am," Jack said, shaking me. I must have fallen asleep while crying and I didn't notice. I opened my eyes, blinking to adjust to the light, and looked up.

"I'm up, just leave me alone," I said and he left. I got up and pulled my clothes off since I fell asleep in them. I went through my closet and decided that I would wear a pair of black jeans, ripped on one thigh and a bit on the knees, and a black shirt.