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

Chapter 34

Rye's  POV.
I messed up big time. I didn't mean to but all I saw was a target with Brooklyn's face on it.
(A/N it's weird how in the story brook and rye are fighting and they currently are in real life smh.)

But now I'm sitting in a car with Andy on the way to Manchester. Why he let me in, I have no idea. His hand is softly intertwined in mine as he focuses on the road.

My clothes and hair are soaked from the rain. This really isn't going to help my cold that I apparently contracted.

I look at our hands and mindlessly rub my fingers over his knuckles. My head slowly droops to the side as a sleepy feeling takes over.
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"Ryan wake up. We're here." Andy slowly shakes my shoulder.
I open my eyes slowly and see his family home. The sun is setting behind the cloud and the rain has calmed down.

"Is your mum going to be mad I'm here?" I say softly glancing at him.

A little smile appears on his face "No, rye. She loves you. I feel like she likes you more than me. Now come on." He opens his door getting out of the car. He grabs his bag as I close the other door.

We walk up the steps,me a step behind and, he knocks on the door.
"Andy I've missed you... oh hello Ryan !" Her smile only grows bigger when she sees me.

"Hello Mrs Fowler. It's great to see you again."

"Aww come here you two." She pulls us into a tight hug. "Are you hungry Im making shepherds pie!"
(A/N so I had shepherds pie for the first time and omg my new favorite food)

"Yes, definitely." Andy smiles.

"Okay well you two go upstairs and get settled. It should be done in an hour." I smile at Andy's mom then follow him upstairs into his room.

He shuts the door and sets His bag on the dresser.
"I know your cold, so if you want to talk a hot shower you can." His hand motions to the door inside his room.
"And I have and over sized jumper, and joggers in my closet." His voice is so monotoned it scares me.

I mumble and ok and find the clothing making my way to the bathroom. The second I shut the door the tears fell. Why did I always screw things up? Now I'm here with Andy who I can't tell if he's mad or scared of me. Or both.

I turn the shower on so he can't hear me have the breakdown, I'm currently having.
The warm water feels good after being cold for so long. It slowly runs down my back warming me up from the outside. The conversation with Brooklyn runs through my brain. Then the picture of Andy on the floor is what snaps me back to reality.

I turn off the shower and get dressed. His clothes smell like him. I burry my nose into the neck of the hoodie. I just need to fix this.

When I walk out he's laying on his bed staring at the ceiling.
"You okay..." I say carefully.

"What are we doing rye."

"What do you mean?" I carefully sit down next to him.

"Us, this, what are we doing. W-why can't we just stop."

"Do you want it to stop." I play with the strings of my hoodie.
His eyes meet mine.
"No. I don't. That's the problem."

I lay down next to him my shoulder touching his. His body tenses for a second then immediately relaxes.
We lay in silence for awhile until I can't hold it in anymore.

"Andy..."

"Hmm?" He hums.
"I'm...really sorry about earlier..."

He breaths "...i know.."
I run my hand down his arm and intertwine our fingers.