My Best Friends Brother

Chapter Twenty Six.

Third Persons POV;

Elle sat on her bed, her knees pulled up to her chest as she cried to herself, the tears dampening her legs from the shorts she was wearing, her hair flowing down her back as her head lay rested on her knees, her eyes scanning the room around her, seeing all the polaroid photos she cherished, stolen moments with the guys, beach days, tour days, her whole life in photos around her room, lit up softly by different coloured fairy lights, highlighting each photo.

In a different city soft brown eyes were scanning Elle's Instagram, two people in particular, her ex best friend and her ex boyfriend. Both males had tears in their eyes, both sat on their hotel beds, exhausted from the show that took place hours ago, but their minds both drifting to the girl who was currently in tears, but they didn't know that, nor would they.

Mitchell's eyes drifted across each photo, reading each word for a second or third time, thinking about how his best friend had kept the secret from him for a reason, she didn't want to hurt him, but she did, but he had over reacted, he knew deep down he kept her in a bubble, that he didn't want to lose her but his actions and words made sure that he did lose her, he lost her when he didn't meant to, hurt her when he didn't mean to, and that's all Elle was trying to do, was to keep him happy, she never cared about herself, the break up with Sam proved that.

Sam however, sat with tears in his own eyes, refusing to let them fall, she had broke up with him, but that didn't mean he wasn't touched by the words and photos she had posted. He knew deep down he still wanted Elle, despite what she had said, but he respected the reason she had done it, even if it didn't make sense to him. Sam sighed to himself, his hand running through his hair. The words were spinning around his head, almost like they were running around his thoughts, everything standing still in the room, his fingers typing out a reply in the comments, each word her wrote a part of him felt normal, like he was becoming the Sam he knew, the Sam Elle had made him. He pauses for a moment, his eyes reading his comment, before he shakes his head and deletes it, closing Instagram down and resting his head on the pillows, closing his eyes and drifting of to a sleep where he thought about what him and Elle would be doing now if they were still together, if she was still on the tour with them.

Elle still sat with her head rested on her kness, her eyes still looking at the photos around her room, the tears slowly stopping. She stands up from the bed, walking over to one section on her wall in particular, the wall of her and Mitch. Every photo on the wall was just of them two, whether it be photos together or photos she had taken of Mitch and vice versa, her eye's landing on the segment of their birthdays, they both shared the same birthday, minutes apart, but they never knew this at the time, and every year since they shared a join birthday, their eighteenth being one they would never forget, the night Ashley broke her arm, Mitch was there for her, he had always been there for her, to defend her corner, to fight for her, the memory bringing a smile to her lips, despite the mood and feelings she was feeling. He would always be her best friend, even if right now they weren't talking. Elle wipes her eyes, taking the photo off the wall and using her phone to take a photo of it, uploading it to Instagram, and writing a heartfelt caption, she missed her best friend and she wanted the world to know that.

In the hotel room Mitch was sat in, he watches as the notification from Elle comes through, he clicks on it within seconds, not taking a second to ignore it, he needed to know she was okay, even if he hadn't got the heart to talk to her right now, he was still mad at her, but he didn't hate her, he couldn't wait to tell her that when he saw her next week, but he knew he needed a bit longer to get his thoughts together and understand fully what had happened, even if he knew all the reasons.

I miss my best friend, memories will always remain, i'm sorry for everything, I love you Mitchy.

The younger brother smiles at the nickname she had written, something she always called him when she wanted something that she knew he would say no to, but he always caved, he could never fully say no to his best friend.

The younger brother smiles to himself as he writes a comment, instantly pressing send, not regretting what he had written.

I love you to EllyBelly, I cant wait to see you next week.

Both of the younger adults smile, even though they were miles apart, they didn't hate each other, they could never fully hate each other, and madness always faded over time, the two had always been inspirable, and that wouldn't change, they would always be there for each other, even if they did annoy each other sometimes.

Mitch holds his phone in his hand as he texts his older brother, a sigh leaving his lips.

Can we talk?