Stand in the kitchen, attempting to fix this - Lennon Stella
Andrew Robertson 🇬🇧Scotland National Team 🔴Liverpool🔴
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I'm pouring hot water into my coffee cup when Andrew walks into the kitchen like nothing happened.
A back story is required. I'm Dr Olivia Barrett, on my way to being a future pathologist. Sue me, dead things interest me.
For the past few weeks I've been studying for my finals, which is where the problem all started.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but studying for finals, more importantly in a postgraduate degree, kind of requires 100% of my attention. That of which Andy wasn't too happy about.
I warned him about it when we first started dating, and he said it was fine, but now I'm not so sure he is.
After him whining the whole of Sunday, he decided to leave the house and not return. I'd be lying if I said it's the first time he hasn't come home after throwing a fit when he doesn't get his way. The only difference this time being, I've finally had enough.
He drops his training bag on the ground and doesn't say a word.
I stir my coffee not having anything to say in return.
"I made an appointment with a real estate agent this week Thursday, so I should be out of your hair soon. But for now I left your pillow on the couch," I say leaving for my room with my coffee.
I close the door not giving him any time to comment.
I walk back into the house after a long day apartment hunting. I sigh, more than ready to take a well deserved nap.
I'm laying on my bed scrolling through Instagram when Andy's head pops into the room.
"Hey, can we have a chat in the kitchen?" He asks. "Yeah, I'll be there now," I say stretching, reluctantly moving from my comfortable position in bed.
I make my way to the kitchen where I see two plates set out on our island.
"Anniversary dinner," he says pointing to the set up. "Thai restaurant?" I ask knowing there's no way he cooked this on his own. "Yeah, I rather neither of us leave this situation with food poisoning," he says with a chuckle. "I appreciate it," I say sitting down on the stool.
We eat in silence for a while before Andy refers to the big elephant in the room.
"So, did you really go apartment hunting today?" He asks. "Yeah. I'm torn between one just outside the city with lots of space and one right in the middle of everything with a killer view of Liverpool. I gotta make a decision soon, property in this place flies," I say. "Are you seriously moving out?" He asks. "Yeah, I've grown tired of being in this kitchen always attempting to fix things," I say. "What do you mean?" He asks. "Things just haven't been great between us over the past few months and I've reached my boiling point so it's better if I just leave," I say. "And leaving on our anniversary was the best you could come up with," he says. "You're not pinning this on me, if you were more understanding once in a while we wouldn't be here," I say with a scoff. "What are you even talking about?" He asks. "Tell me how leaving for the night and not coming home just because I couldn't give you my undivided attention is the epitome of understanding, I'd love to know," I say getting mad. "I left so you could study in peace," he reasons. "No, you left because things weren't going your way. Because leaving and not coming home doesn't put me in any peace because I was wondering where you were, you didn't call me to tell me where you were, for all I knew you could've been lying dead in a gutter, but it doesn't matter anymore because I've stopped caring. You can go off doing whatever you want from now on. By all means once I'm gone, you can even do it in the comfort of your own home," I rant. "I think you're blowing this way out of proportion Liv," he says trying to calm the situation. "No I'm not, because it's not the first time that you've done this. We can't even get into a disagreement without you running off somewhere for the night. I can't study without you leaving to who knows where to do who knows what," I say. "So what do you want me to do?" He asks. "Do whatever you want, I'm over this whole situation," I say getting up to go back to my room, "this is f*cking ridiculous." "You complain so much about everything I'm doing wrong, but you don't even realize that you always storm off before we can even solve anything," he shouts. "Okay, maybe I do storm off when things get heated, but at least I can acknowledge when I'm doing something wrong. You don't even realize that what you're doing is wrong. You never take accountability for half the shit you do and you're completely oblivious to how much it hurts me," I say feeling the tears start to brim in my eyes. "Then how come you never tell me when you're feeling this way?" He asks.
I snap the second he says this.
"That's because when I am feeling like this, you're not here because you're off somewhere else hooking up with some random girl, lying dead in gutter, I don't know. And then when you do come back home at five fricken PM, I'm so done with you that I don't even wanna talk about it anymore. So, yeah Andy, I never tell you when I'm feeling like this because you're never fricken around to hear it," I say angrily.
He sits there having no words.
"Finally you're realising that for the past few years you've treated me like shit and now I've finally had enough," I say. "Hey, Liv. I'm sorry," he pleads. "It doesn't matter anymore. I'm moving on because so tired of you running off and making me feel like I'm so replacable. That some random girl could take my place for the night on any given day. I'm tired of feeling like crap because I can't give you all my attention, when in reality, you should be next to me supporting me, not running off for the night. I'm just tired of always trying to fix our relationship, day in and day out, when all it was doing was making me unhappy," I say walking to the door. "So is there someone else?" He asks. "I don't know," I say shrugging my shoulders as I grab my bag and keys next to the door.
I drive to his place, a place that has offered so much comfort for whenever Andy runs off. I knock on the door as my eyes recover from the tears on my way here.
He opens the door with a smile that automatically disappears when he sees the state I'm in.
"Can I kick his ass?" He asks wrapping his arms around me gently squeezing me. "The gaffer would just love you beating up your teammate," I say sarcastically. "You just deserve better. I mean you're the smartest person I know and almost as funny as me," he says with a chuckle. "And I can kill you and make it look like an accident," I say with a laugh. "I hate the fact that I didn't meet you first," he says. "Likewise," I say with a sad smile. "Now that things are over between you two, is there maybe a chance that we can really see if there's something between us," he says. "We'll see J," I say with a mischievous smile. "Good enough for me," he says with a laugh, "come on, I paused my episode of Reign for you."
-------------------- So that just happened? Who is J??? Henderson? Matip? Gomez?😱😱
Again I'm sorrrry, I'm working on the requests I'm getting there🙈
