Anything {Catfish & the Bottlemen}

6

"Van's a wreck. Can I come in? We need to talk," Larry rushed, so I ushered him in and told him my flat number whilst I waited for my Chinese, having just got a notification saying my driver was moments away.

Minutes later, I was back in my flat and I locked the door. "What do you mean, 'Van's a wreck'? He told me he was going to give me space," I explained this morning's phone call to him. Larry looked panicked and rushed so I got him a glass of water and we both sat down; Larry in silence as he composed himself.

"I know, he told me everything that he said, but he got home from a walk or something an hour ago and just... broke down," he said. I looked to the floor, hanging my head. I didn't know what to say. "Why..." I struggled to get my words out. "Why are you telling me this? You could've calmed him down and none of this would need to be happening." I retorted, bluntly; showing my apparent lack of interest towards the feelings of Van McCann.

"Let me start from the beginning," he said.

After about 30 minutes of Larry talking and me listening, my flat became silent. "Van cares, Em. Trust me." He smiled weakly, and I finally mustered up the energy to look him in the eyes.

"I don't need this right now," I said, standing up and unlocking my front door. "I'll reach out to Van if and when I'm ready. Please, go." I whispered the last few words, and I saw Larry breathe hard as if he had more to say, but then obviously disregarded that thought as he slowly walked out of my flat.

I locked the door back up, sat down and finally ate my tea.