"It's just acting...Or is it?"

Chapter 23

Rye's POV.
Its been a week of Andy not speaking to me. The only time he says anything is if it's work related. As soon as we get home he goes straight to his room. I've seen him talk to the other boys but as soon as I enter the room he shuts up. The boys all feel the tension but no one seems to question it.
Today we are out about in London shooting 10,000 hours cover. Unless the camera is on Andy won't even look in my direction. We are all making our way to a little alleyway to get some of the beginning shots of jack.
"Are you really not gonna speak to me." I pull his sleeve.
"Leave me alone Rye." He yanks his arm back.
"Woah everything okay?" Robbie says from behind us.
"Yeah everything's fine." Andy huffs.
I roll my eyes and walk over to Alex and Connor.

"Hey Ryan what about some randy footage." Alex says adjusting the camera.
"Um. I don't think tha.."
"Yeah it will look great." Andy says interrupting me. I send him a look and he just fake smiles.
We do a few shots and he genuinely seems happy to do them with me.
"Okay thanks guys." Alex's says packing to move to a new location.
"Hey does this mean your not mad at me anymore? "
"No it's called acting Ryan. We have a job to do and us being together is part of it." My heart ached at his words and I could feel tears burning.
"Wow.."
"What?" He says flatly.
"You know I may not be with Nicole...but at least she never played with my feelings. With her I knew exactly what she wanted. With you...I can't tell what you want."
I walk away wiping a tear that had fell.
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"Okay so me,Conner,and Robbie are going to be editing in the room so if possible try not to disturb us." Alex walks away.
"Ok well me and jack are going to go chill in my room. Rye ? U wanna come?" Sonny says snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Nahh you have fun mate." I reply waking to the kitchen.
"Me and Harper are going for a swim. So tag your it." Brook slaps Harper and takes off down the hallway. Harper frowns and follows him. Andy has already gone up to his room like usual. Which leaves me alone...again.
"Ugh." I sigh and make my way to the fridge. I check the drinks. Brooks protein shakes mm no. Sonny's strawberry milkshakes definitely not. Andy's Apple juice thing. Reading his name off the bottle makes my heart throb.
I close the fridge and open a special cabinet filled with cans. Behind the cans is and odd shaped bottle of whiskey. I take the bottle out and close the cabinet.
As I make my way upstairs I hear the other boys doing their thing. Andy's door is cracked open this time. I peak though and see him sitting at the piano. He turns and sees me. His face falls and within a second a door was slammed in my face.
I roll my eyes annoyed. The walk to my room felt like a marathon and the door felt heavy as I closed it. As I plop down on my fuzzy carpet, So many thoughts are going though my head but they all seem to circle back to Andy.
"Gosh. Great job Ryan you ruined something that was good I'm your life." I huff taking a sip from the bottle feeling it burn as it went down my throat.
Thirty minutes and thirty sips later I hear movement in the hallway. I sniffle not remembering when I started crying or why. The knock on the door was soft. I ignore it and take another sip of burning liquid not minding the feeling anymore.
The door creaks and a short blonde boy appears.
"Rye?" He says closing the door.
"W-at do you want Andy." I take another
sip.
"I wanted to talk about what happened. But now I wanna know where you got that." He sits down in front of me.
"Shhhh sh it's a secret." I take another sip. "I can't tell you." I slur
"Yeah okay, I think you've had enough." He reaches for my bottle.
"N-no. You don't get to do t-that."
"Do what?" He tilts his head.
"Ignore me for a w-week then s-say what you said to me t-today. And then act like you care about me." I take a sip from the bottle coughing as that one went down.
"Rye I do care about you." He frowns.
"Right." I huff twisting the ring on my finger.
"I do I just got upset." He frowns twisting the carpet with his index finger.
"W-ell if your upset you s-supposed to talk to me about it." I roll my eyes.
"Yeah I know."
"I know I always screw things up but this time was different. I didn't even mean to." I bring the bottle back to my lips.
"You didn't screw things up Ryan, Nicole did." He takes the bottle and drinks a mouthful. I raise my eyebrows Andy never drinks.
"Oh, wipe that look oof your face. I'm just as upset as you. " he rolls his eyes and takes another gulp before handing it back to me. A smile crawls up to my lips.
We sat in silence for a long time. But I decided I couldn't go without asking.
"Was today really just acting?"
"No. Yes. I don't know." His eyebrows furrow thinking about the question.
"It's been an act for so long I can't help but feel like it's fake. Makes me wonder is there actually something here or are we just kidding ourselves." He takes the bottle back. I frown then take his hand measuring my hand to his. My fingers are almost and inch longer. I slowly intertwine them making my stomach flutter. Andy lets out a breath.
"Do you feel what I feel?" I tilt my head looking at out fingers that seem to fit perfectly.
"Yeah." He whispers.
"We aren't acting right now. There's no cameras, no fans, nothing just us." I look and meet his eyes. He stares for a second.
"This is real. Not me and Nicole." I frown.
"I'm sorry for what I said." He moves closer to me.
"I'm sorry to." I move closer so we are face to face inches away.
He looks into my eyes the at my lips and back up. I set the bottle on the floor and take his face in my hand.
"You don't know how much I missed you. It almost hurt." I rub a circle into his cheek.
He leans and connects our lips mixing the taste of alcohol.
He pulls away "I'm missed you too." I smile and Connect our lips again not wanting him to leave. I pull him into my lap and he wraps his arms around my neck.
"I missed you so much I wrote a song about you." He bites his lip scared at my reaction.
"Oh, did you?" I smirk. "Do I get to hear it?"
"No." He laughs.
"No? Why not.
"Because it's not perfect yet." He smiles. Oh how I missed that smile. I stare studying his face.
"What is there something on my face." He asks.
I chuckle "No. I'm just drunk and your really cute."
His smile drops "I don't wanna be cute."
"Why not?"I poke his cheek.
"Cause if I'm cute you'll never want to have sex with me because I'm not hot."
I raised my eyebrows
"Wait did I say that out loud." He covers his mouth with his hand. A laugh come out of my mouth.
"I think my little light weight is also drunk with me."
"I'm not little." He glares at me.
"Mm yes you are. And you know you are." I smile.
"Well I don't want to be cute and little."
"Well what do u want to be." Raise my eyebrows.
"Like you. Hot and sexy and.."
"Wait a minute." I interrupt. "You think I'm hot and sexy.." I smirk.
"No." His eyes widen realizing what he just said.
"Hehe you do. That's cute." I pull him closer to me.
"Rye. Everyone thinks that." He rolls his eyes.
"Well it only matters because you said it." His cheeks go read as a response. I chuckle loving the affect I have on him.
"Well... in my opinion you are the cutest, hottest, and the sexiest man I've ever met."
"Yeah sure." He rolls his eyes.
"You do know we've had this conversation before. And I said the same thing. Because I feel the same way about you."
"But other people think I'm just the cute fluffy member of the band."
"Other people don't matter. All that matters is what I think because I love you." I rub my nose on his making him giggle.
"I love you too." He pecks my lips and hugs my neck. I feel like I can finally breath with him in my arms. I missed the way he smelled and how he felt. I burry my face in his neck not ever wanting to let go.