Him

"Morning" Brian smiled emerging from the bathroom in nothing but a towel.

I'd had 10 missed calls from dad throughout the night, at the end of the day I was nearly 20 years old, I didn't need daddy's permission for me to go anywhere.

"Good morning," I stretched out. "What time is it?"

"10" Brian laid next to me with his wet arm around me which I didn't mind at all about. "What you wanna do today?"

"Today? No, I really need to get back"

"Oh," he said disappointingly. "But I thought we were gonna do this? Me and you?"

"Brian," I sighed. "I don't know how many times we have to go through this"

"Go through what? I swear last night I told you I wanted to run away with you"

"Yeah you mentioned that" I sighed again.

"Let's go then, now"

"No"

"No? Renee you'll make your fucking mind up" Brain cuffed sitting up, leaving my side.

"Me? Why me?" I yelled.

"One minute you want me, the next your on a fucking mardy with me, jesus christ girl" He shouted back.

"I can say the same for you Brian!"

"I've just told you what I want, are you fucking deaf?!" The anger in his face was clear as his face reddened.

"Yeah I know you did, but how can I trust you? Really? Ask yourself that?" I was practically screaming at him by this point.

"Because I love you!" Brian quietened down the last word, as he realized what he said.

"W-what?"

"Will you shut up!!!" A loud man banged on the hotel door.

"Sorry" I shouted politely. He mumbled some curse words walking back to his room. My eyes glued to Brian who was chewing on his cheek.

"I'm so-"

"Did you mean that?" I interrupted approaching him.

"Yeah, well, no, not really, yes, a little bit"

"Goodbye Brian," I shook my head and left the room.

I didn't care that I was shoeless, or pantless. Brian's shirt was long enough to cover up anything, and I just wanted to leave. I got dirty looks from the occasional person who passed me by, a few sniggers but I didn't give a shit.

Brian's POV

Why couldn't I just be honest with her, and tell her how much I care and love for her? Should I go after her? Or just let her run away and regret leaving me again.

"I'm such a dick" I growled to myself.

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