10
That night you had decided to stay at Ian's place. It was a restless sleep for you, tossing and turning while your head was being drilled with pain and your brain couldn't shut off. You imagined the worst of George coming out and really had no clue what to expect when you told him that all ties had to be cut.
You slid out of after noticing Ian wasn't lying next to you. As you trudged down the hall you heard the sounds of the television and heard clanking in the kitchen. You walked into the open area to see Ian washing dishes watching some dumb show you had never seen.
"So, are we doing this together?" You walked up behind him and slid your arms around his torso. He was relatively smaller than George and it felt odd. Your hands reached up towards his face and you annoyingly poked at his chin.
Ian pulled back from doing the dishes and flipped around in your arms. "Yeah, if you need me there?"
"I'd prefer you to be present." Your gaze flickered up to his eyes, which were brown and naked without his glasses. You had always thought he looked a bit more attractive without his glasses. He just gave you a quick smile and pecked your forehead.
"Well, let's head over around, ten? He should be up right?"
With a shrug you slumped from Ian and stepped to the cupboard, searching for food. "How should I know? I don't pay attention to his schedules." You spoke with a bitter tone and truly did not care. You tried to give George the least attention you could, which was no problem for you.
"Okay, ten then." Ian spoke short and turned back to the dishes. He vigorously washed them as you found food and rejoiced. Bagels with raisins and cinnamon, it would have to do. After finishing the bagels you looked up at the clock and groaned, 9. You had an hour to emotionally and mentally prep. You were a bit surprised George had never came for you, but then again he may have never known you went to Ian's. You did just up and leave.
But before you knew it, after lounging on the couch with Ian and chit chatting, it was ten. With a groan you picked yourself up from the couch and held a hand out for Ian. "Let's go, get this over with. Maybe." Ian's hand met yours and you pulled him up. The two of you kept your hands together, fingers interlocked, as you walked out and down the hall.
You could feel your nerves building up the closer you guys got to your apartment door. A huge step gave you anxiety. You pulled at Ian and abruptly stopped in the middle of the hallway. "Listen, I'm sorry if this is ruining your friendship with George. I'm sorry I ruined your friendship with him."
Ian shook his hand and reached up, cupping your face, "Listen, screw George. I'd pick you over him because one, your hot and I can't bang him, but two, you're a genuinely kind person who doesn't have some sort of God complex. I truly love being with you." He gave you a quick peck on the forehead again before starting down the hall again. He dragged you behind as you melted slowly at his words.
"I love you too." You mumbled the words with a stupid grin on your face. Ian made you so content with life, he made life easy and bright. George used to.. Until he was caught. With a roll of the eyes, you were back to reality and looked around to notice you were five steps from your door. With a big sigh, you stood in front of it next to Ian.
You released his hand in fear of what George would say when you walked in. With a tight grip on the handle you pushed the door and stepped in. A burst of breakfast smells hit you and the first thing you saw was a group of guys sitting on your couch. They all turned to look at you and a few grinned and let out big words of Ian's name.
"Ian! What's that pussy doing here?"
"Come here man!"
They all seemed to ignore the fact that you were there or the fact that they were in your apartment without you knowing. You quickly searched for George and saw him standing behind the couch. Ian stepped to the guys and chatted briefly. But you stomped over to George and snatched him away into the bedroom.
"What in the hell, why are al these people in my fucking apartment?" You glared at George as he smugly glared back.
"Our apartment."
Anger flushed through your body and your face got hot. "Ours? Since when?"
"Since now." George stepped back and stepped down to one knee. You raised your eyebrows in astonishment as he reached for your hand. "(y/n), let's put the past behind us. Were great for each other and I wanted to know if, you'd marry me?"
You had no words. Nothing was able to come out. Oh wait, was there vomit? Word vomit? Oh yeah word vomit? "I fucked Ian last night. I went to his apartment after our fight and I can't be with you. We never were either actually." You let out a huff as you pushed past him and back out into the living room. You could hear his steps behind you as he chased you.
"What do you mean you fucked Ian?" George actually sounded broken, but you could hear the anger hinting at his voice. Ian's face got red a little but a few of the boys let out whoops and laughter and Ian joined with them, joking around.
You turned around to face him and snapped back, "You know damn well. I'm done with your controlling, drunk ass. We were so great until a year ago you decided I wasn't and turned around for some slut. This is what you get George Miller." You were shooting daggers at him I as you stepped closer, getting in his face. "I hope life fucks you over for the rest of your life. Now get the fuck out. Everyone." You turned from George and pointed at everyone. "Out now. This is my apartment and I want nothing to do with any of you."
Everyone stared at you with wide eyes and they starts to shuffle up and out of the door. Ian stared at you and mouthed to you, "Me too?" You gave him a dumb look and shook your head no. George shook his head, "Are you kidding me?"
"No. Get your shit and get out."
And just like that, George Miller was nothing to you.
To be continued....