//Matty’s POV//
“Fuck, mate are you al’right,” Adam asked as we made are way off stage. I ignored, and made my way to another bottle of wine.
“Matty, I think you need to take a second.” George said as he took the bottle out of my hands. Tonight wasn’t going too great. I was high, drunk, and torn. I just wanted to go home.
“Fuck.” I winced as I took notice to a cut on my knee. I must of gotten it when I fell off of George’s drums.
This tour is coming to an end in 2 weeks, which I couldn’t be more happy about. Just the thought of seeing Arielle again excites me. Even if she hates me. Boston probably hates me right now. I’m such an emotion asshole. Drunk rambling on stage about my problems.
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"Fuck, Matty! What are you doing?" George shouts, his eyes filled with confusion and concern as him and Ross restrain me from breaking anymore of the hotel room’s lamps and hurting myself even further.
"How much have you had to drink?" Adam asks softly, his gaze casting over the empty wine bottles and then back to my face.
"Not enough," I growl, eying my bloody knuckles.
"Look, I know it's been hard, but--" George begins, but I cut him off and angrily try to get out of his grasp.
"LET ME FUCKING GO," I shout, but my voice falters and I finally start to breakdown and let my walls crumble, tears falling down my cheeks as George comfortingly pats my shoulder.
"I'm a mess without her, I need her," I say softly, wiping tears with my sleeve.
"It's okay, it's okay," Adam says softly, dabbing at the scrapes from shards of broken glass with tissues.
"It's not okay," I say softly, shaking my head.
"I have to fix it, I have to get her back or I'll never be able to fix myself."
//Arielle’s POV//
“Mhm.” I mumbled into the receiver of my phone.
“Arielle?” It was George. I was extremely happy to hear from him. It has been 2 months since Matty and I broke up, and I haven’t gotten the opportunity to talk to any of the other guys since then.
“Georgie! How are you? How is the tour going?” he signed on the other line.
“It’s been rough Ari. Matty is going mad. He won’t eat, he can’t sleep. He just got done destroying our hotel room.” I didn’t exactly know what to say. I missed him, but I wasn’t going to forgive him for what he did.
