It's been two weeks since the incident with Aden. I hate to say it, but I've missed him so much. I still can't believe that he hit me, though, I never thought he would turn out to be that kind of guy. After seven months spent with him, I really thought he could be the one. Even most of the guys approved of him, all except for Matt, he didn't seem to like Aden, and I'm not completely sure why. After that night, the guys haven't stopped bothering me, asking me if I'm okay, and checking up on me, I can barely go anywhere alone, especially out of the house. I know they are trying to protect me, but I need room to breathe. I might have to end up sneaking out. I was currently laying on the couch thinking. It was only ten in the morning, so all of the guys were still asleep. I knew that the band had some recording they wanted to do today, so they would be gone for a few hours. All I had to do was distract Sam somehow so I could leave the house without him following.

I lay there contemplating my escape plan when I heard a soft knock on the back sliding doors. I looked around, although I don't know why, clearly that little knock hadn't woken anyone, I could barely hear it, and I was downstairs.

I walked over to the door, and peeked through the curtains. I wasn't going to open the door for just anyone. As I looked out, my breath caught in my throat. Standing there, looking completely attractive I might add, was Aden. I slid the door open slightly, trying not to make any sound and wake anybody, they would kill if they knew who was here. I crept out of the door, and onto the patio.

"Before you say anything, I'm not here to hurt you. I just came by to tell you how sorry I am." He confessed before I could even open my mouh. "Please just hear me out."

"Uhh... I guess." I was in shock.

"Bradley, I can't imagine how much you probably hate me right now. And you can't imagine how very sorry I am for what I did. I never meant to hurt you, never dreamt of it, either. I want you to know I have beat myself up everyday for the past two weeks, thinking of what I did. Sometimes I wonder why I still deserve to live. I know there is no excuse for what I did, but I just want you to know that I get my temper from my father. He was no good to me, growing up. He always slapped me around, just whenever he felt like it, or was in a foul mood. I told myself I'd never be like him, but yet look what I've done! I hate myself for hitting you. I truly do. And I know you probably never will forgive me for it, but if you ever find it your heart to, please let me know. I'd love to have you back in my life. You are the one for me, Bradley, I just know it, from the moment we met, I knew it. I want you back. I miss you, Bradley."

"I... I don't know what to say..." I felt the tears start rolling down my face.

"I'll give you time to think about it. I will understand if you choose not to speak to me again." He turned, and started to walk away.

"Wait, Aden!" He turned around. "I love you."

"You still do? Even after what I did to you?"

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you these past two weeks. I've missed you so much. I love you, Aden. I forgive you." He came over to me, and wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tightly. He pulled back and kissed me. "Don't ever let it happen again, okay? If it happens again, we are over, that's it."

"It won't ever happen again. I promise, baby." I smiled and leaned in to kiss him.

"What the fuck is going on here?!" Shit. Matt's up.

Notes

Oh shit. What will happen next? Are they going to last? What's up with Matt?
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