Sophia's POV

"No," I laughed falsely, reacting in the worst way. "Why would I have feelings for Brian?"

"Cos' you said his name whilst I was on top of you.." he stood up, pulled his boxers up from his feet and aimed his finger at me. "You have had a thing for him since he snogged your fuckin' face off!"

"Matt!" I yelled. "Will you fuckin' quit it? I made a mistake"

"I think I fuckin' made a mistake coming back to you" he argued back. "Why did I even think for a second that you'd wanna be with me again?" he sniggered in a rude manner.

"Because I love you Matt, I don't feel anything for Brian and I never have"

"You fucking lie, Sophia! I see it in your face! I saw it on your face when you saw him in hospital"

"Will you just shut up!!" I screamed, clinging sheets over my bare body to keep my dignity. "Honestly, Matt you're being absolutely ridiculous"

"Am I Sophia?" He asked, I stared at his emotional face and found myself struggling to speak. "That's what I thought" his teeth grit together with anger, his eyes refused to spill. He grabbed his phone and dialed a number aggressively and held it to his ear. "Yeah, taxi for Avenia Boulevard please"

"Matt what are you doing?" I frowned. "Why are you booking a cab?"

He hung up the phone, tossed it on the bed and threw me my clothes. "You're goin' to the hospital to be with Brian" Every time he opened his mouth he got angrier. "I can't look at you, fucking leave now"

"No I'm not going anywhere" I frowned with eyes beginning to stream. "I'm staying here with you! You're over reacting"

"How am I over reacting!!" He screamed at the top of his voice, startling me. "Fuck off Sophia! Just get your clothes on and get the fuck out of my house" he threw me my jeans and t shirt, which I immediately put on to cover myself up.

"Matt just calm down," I spoke calmly, worried about the reaction he was creating. "Sit down and just- fucking breathe okay?"

"Get out Sophia!" he yelled even louder than last time. He was faced away from me with white knuckles from clenching his fist too hard, gritted teeth from effort to remain whatever degree of 'calm' he was now, his hunched form exuded an animosity that was like acid - burning, slicing, potent. His face and neck was red with suppressed rage, and when I gently set a finger on his shoulder, he swung around and mentally snapped. He grabbed my hand, and raised his other to me. My heart dropped with fear and I could feel myself struggling to breath. It was like waiting for paint to dry, just waiting for whatever he was going to do, and I couldn't physically move by the grip he had on my arm. It was empowering. I squinted my eyes tighter than Matt's grip and prepared for the worse. "Oh-" he spoke, with no anger in his voice what so ever. I opened up my eyes which were practically locked shut, and his tight wide hand which nearly swung at me, was fragile and flimsy. The look on his face was pure horror. "I'm-" he struggled to speak. "I'm so--"

My heart finally caught up with itself and allowed me to realise what happened. He nearly hit me.

"Matt I need to go," I spoke with a wobbling shaking voice riddled with nerves. I snatched my hand away from his now weakened grip, and I grabbed my case and left his room. He remained still frozen in his stance. Tears flowed unchecked down my cheeks and dripped from my chin. I was too shocked to cry out or wail, I just stood in Matt's hallway as still as a statue while I waited for the cab to arrive which he had called.

He jogged down the stairs after a few minutes, panting and wiping his eyes. "Sophia wait- I'm sorry- stay here- I'm sorry- I don't know what I was thinkin-"

"He warned me about you," I stared. The cab pulled up outside, and beeped its horn. "You need to fucking think about that Matt" I walked close to him spoke directly to his face. "If you really want to be with me, then you aren't going the right way about it"

"Please don't leave," he begged, leaning towards me for a kiss.

"You nearly fucking strike me across the face and expect me to stay in the same house as you?!" He sobbed into my chest unceasingly, hands clutching at my tshirt. I pushed him away, disgustingly. "I'll see you in a few days, you best have a fucking reason as to why you did that to me"

I wiped my cheeks, grabbed my case and walked out the door. Once the door had slammed, suddenly, I felt able to sob. I constantly drew a breath in my crying which made me sound even more horrific. But I couldn't believe what happened, I couldn't even remember. I didn't feel scared of him, I knew he'd never hit me. I just got reminded he put Brian in hospital. And that is what frightened me.

I threw myself in the cab frantically, and wiped my sobbing eyes. "Hospital please," I panted from rushing through the gushing rain to get into the cab.

"Uh- which one darlin'?" the driver asked.

"I don't fucking know the nearest one" I screamed.

"Alright alright" he exclaimed, suddenly setting off and driving away from Matt's house.


20 minutes later....

I arrived at the hospital, drenched in rain,. It was only 11PM and was hopeful that Brian would still be awake. I raced down corridor after corridor, stairwell after stairwell, getting lost numerous times before I finally reached Brian's ward.

"Excuse me, where do you think you're going?" a nurse asked, stopping me in my rushed tracks.

"To see my best friend," I panted. "...Brian Haner" She looked at her mini clipboard which was listed with names and rooms which she just coincidentally had with her. "I know where he is-" She lifted her finger up to me to hush me. She seemed to be having trouble with finding him. "Oh-" I began. "Haner Jr, maybe.."

The nurse stared with annoyance, as if to say.. 'let me do my job'. I stared back at her with a look which said, 'hurry the fuck up'.

"Okay, go ahead" she dragged her feet and plodded away into a room marked 'private'. I ignored the disturbance and rushed on, finding Brian's room.

I burst through the door without consideration, but thankfully, he was just watching TV.

"What the fuck?!" he jumped. "My god-" he chuckled holding his chest. "Don't do that!"

"Do what?" I spoke, with my chin beginning to wobble, eyes beginning to fill.

"Make me jum-" he stopped, noticing my emotions. "Sophia what's wrong?" he frowned, studying my face. Once he saw a tear fall, he got out of bed and limped over to me. "What happened?" he wiped my eyes, and held my hands, looking at me with understanding.

"I should have listened to you" I must have pulled the ugliest face, as everything scrunched together and I sobbed, again. I rested my head on his shoulder. I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but all that came out were gut-wrenching sobs that tore through my chest and convulsed my small body.

"Woah woah," he spoke softly. "It's okay, I got you-" he added, holding my hair lightly and gently stroking it. "Why? What happened?"

"I'm so sorry-" I sobbed.

"What for?" he smirked, thinking I was acting stupid, he probably thought I was drunk.

"I didn't listen to you-" I gasped, sniffling and coughing unattractively.

"When?" he frowned, he was beginning to show concern. "Is this about Matt?"

I nodded slightly.

"What did he do?" Brian let go of me, and stared me dead in the eye, pushing for an answer.

"He didn't" I added. "He just got carried away"

"Sophia just fucking tell me what happened"

"We we're arguing and he got fucking mad at me and he nearly hit me" I barely understood myself, words flooded out in absolute gibberish. "Don't get mad at him"

"He fucking what?"

"Brian!" I yelled, still influenced with sobs. "Please"

He sighed off his anger. "Come here," he pulled me back in for warmth and comfort. He began stroking my hair again, and everything calmed down inside of me. "Are you two together officially?"

"No," I frowned with confusion. "Why?"

He leaned in a little closer, our foreheads touching. Dear god, I couldn’t fight against the thoughts that were going through me. His every smell was flooding my senses now. Unexpectedly, his hand drifted to my hip. It settled there and pulled me closer. Ever so lightly, his soft small lips pressed against mine. So lightly, as if he didn't want to hurt me.

"I won't ever tell you what to do," he began, whispering, still close to me. Close enough his breath slid through my lips. "But I can tell you what is right for you" I nodded slightly, licking my lips, staring into his hazel trusting eyes. "Not him" I understandingly nodded again, he pulled away from me and walked back to his hospital bed. He climbed in, sat all the way cross and opened his arm out. "Take off your coat and come lay with me, we can talk about everything"

I gave him a smile, and removed my coat. He noticed I was soaked, he showed me where his hair brush was, he gave me a t shirt of his to wear a hoodie to put over me. Once I was dry, I climbed into the surprisingly comfortable bed and he covered us both over with the thin sheets. It was a single bed, but he gave up most of the room to let me get in. He lay on his side, close to me, ready to listen to all of my troubles.

"So, tell me what you argued about?"

"You don't wanna know" I blushed.

"I do" he smiled, showing he was prepared to listen to almost anything I had to say.

"It's-awkward"

"So I guess it has something to do with sex?" his smile half dropped, but half remained in showing me he still wanted to talk.

"Yes-" I sighed. "I- kinda, said somebody else's name while it was happening.."

Brian laughed, quite loud, holding his chest because it hurt a little. "Who?"

"..You" His face dropped, almost instantly and it reddened to match mine. "That's how we got into an argument, and he just got so worked up about it and that's when it happened"

Brian sighed, running his hands through his jet black hair. "I'm sorry"

"It's not your fault Bri," I smiled. "Anyway- he seemed to regret it almost straight after, but I just had to leave"

"You're right for doing that, you shouldn't have stayed"

"That's when I thought to just- come here" I shrugged, zipping the large hoodie up to my face and getting a sweet smell of Brian. "You we're right with what you said about him, and I should have listened to you"

"It's okay," he nodded. "You're okay now, you're here and you're safe"

"You look a lot better this evening" I smiled.

"I feel better" he smiled back. It felt strange being in a bed with him, it felt normal, I felt more safe here with Brian than I did with Matt. I know, I know I said that about Matt- but honestly. It was different. "You know- I don't need you to look after me anymore since I'm feeling okay, but- there's still a bed for you at mine whilst you're here"

"I wanna stay with you," I smiled. He lent into me, once more and his soft lips touched mine with mine. His kiss stole the words I didn't need to say. In that silence all of our secrets were laid bare, all of our passions and the spark that existed between us. In that moment, in his love, I was strong. One kiss and I had the courage to do what had to be done. I pulled away. "I can't be with Matt" I admitted whilst Brian stared deep into my eyes, millimeters away from my lips. "I've been so stupid, thinking he's right for me" Brian licked his lips, his tongue briefly touched my bottom lip with sent my body warm. "I want you"

Notes

Just a short one!! Welllll what do you think..........