Sometimes being in a relationship for six years was a great thing. Getting to wake up next to the girl I’ve loved for six years being the one of my favorite things. I could care less about her newest hair style or fashion trend. As long as I was able to see her smile and hear her melodious voice.
But then there was the problems of being in a relationship for six years. Its only expected that we would talk about our futures together. And then there were the moments where I would be on tour and miss her so much that I would cry in the middle of the night. Pete always gets so worried about me those times. Then there was the times where we would be at eachothers throats over nothing.
This of course was one of those moments. Y/n stood in the kitchen her face a deep red and a glare set on me like a forest fire.
“Look y/n I don’t understand the fucking problem, whats the big fucking deal with me going to visit my parents and you staying here!” I shouted. She slammed her hands down on the kitchen island, effectively making me jump and also knocking a bottle of wine on the ground.
“Because everytime I go to visit my father you come with me! Like I have no choice in the matter Patrick! Every fucking time I go to visit my father or y/f/n you have to come!” She screams.
“It is not my fault that y/f/n has their eyes all over your fucking ass and you practically drool over them all the damn time you go to visit them!” I snapped. Her eyes lost something that moment, I don’t know if that was her hope or just her anger.
“Is that what you think Patrick! Huh? That I’m some stupid ass whore who wants to sleep with my fucking gay friend, who if you don’t remember, is getting married in three months! But no! No! You didn’t fucking know that did you! Is that all you think? That I would jump into some random persons pants if the chance was offered!” She screamed.
“No, you did Patrick. You did. I can’t take this anymore. I love you Patrick but its taking all I have to not break down everyday. And this, this just its horrible. How could you think that? Do you not love me anymore?” She choked on the last words. I sighed loudly running my hands through my hair.
She looked down at the counter on the island. I knew she was crying without even having to look directly at her face. God, I felt like a piece of shit.
“Of course I love you y/n” I whispered.
“Then why?” She asked. I didn’t answer and she looked back up at me. Tears were running down her cheeks.
“Why! Patrick, why!” She yelled. I looked at her and she running her hand down the side of her face.
“Look, I need a break Patrick. Go stay with your parents for a week, I’ll stay at the motel down the road. Call me when you get back from your parents. Maybe things will have settled by then” she said.
“No, please y/n don’t” I spoke reaching out for her with my hand. She backed away from my reach and edged her way to the bedroom. I followed her but she slammed the door in my face. I have screwed up, dear God.
When I returned from my parents I went straight to the phone. Eager to call y/n and speak to her. I dialed her number and she answered on the second ring.
“Yeah, y/n, its…Its me” I sighed into the end of the phone.
“How was the trip?” She asked. I smiled, she was trying to make it less awkward.
“Thank God you said it first” she said into the phone.
“Look y/n, I’m sick of this. Sick of our fighting. Sick of not having you in my arms. Sick of not waking up to your smiling face. I love you so. So. Much. Like you do not know how much I’ve cried these past seven days because I thought you broke up with me” I said.
“Patrick, I could never break up with you. Shush up okay. Don’t ever think I would leave or cheat on you. I’m yours and only yours. I don’t care if you start growing blue fur and yellow horns Patrick. I love you” she spoke into the phone. I laughed lightly.
“There is only one problem with this” I said.
“You are not in my arms right now” I answered.
“Give me ten minutes” she said. I smiled, I will never ever get mad at nothing again.
