Chapter 26:

Laura’s POV:

“What? I’m so confused... So Aston had a go at you for standing up for yourself from this twaty bitch,” Jasmine summarised everything that (Your name) had told us this evening, “yeah... And I couldn’t just go straight round his-” “Why were you going round his? What about your home?” Fay asked “My home is still being refurnished,” (Your name) stated “oh yeah!” Fay giggled. “Did he have her round then?” I asked (Your name) “no, they just flirt at work... Not only that, he wasn’t talking to me after more or less killing me verbally,” she sighed exasperated, “will you go home to him tonight?” Fay asked “Personally I don’t want to,” “come round mine then,” Fay said, as Jasmine and Laura agreed with smiles “yeah, I’d invite you round, but I have Marvin with me tonight,” “I’m going out with Oritsé tonight,” Jasmine and I explained ourselves, “and JB is doing something tonight, so you can come round mine if ya like,” Fay offered again, “okay,” she smiles, but then she glances down at her phone

(Your name)’s POV:

[Where are you? A xx]

[Where are you? Come home A xx]

[Are you just ignoring me? Come home now A]

[This is a piss take, it’s been over an hour and a half and you haven’t said anything! Just come home right now A]

[Okay... You know what... Don’t even bother coming home... Fuck you, is all I can say A]

He was pissed off, and you couldn’t help but on a wounded face which the girls saw. “What’s wrong?” Jasmine asked, as you passed her your phone for her to read his messages and then pass your phone to the other girls, “oh that’s not right... That is out of order,” Laura hisses, as you sigh. “I better go home actually, sorry Fay, but I need to sort this out with Aston,” you sighed, getting up and grabbing your things and walking towards the front door. “Good luck!” The girls called as you giggled “thanks,” you say as you walk out the door, back home.

Fifteen minutes later, you arrived at Aston’s home, and let yourself in; he was watching TV, but when he saw you... Let’s just say, if looks could kill...You’d be dead.

“WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?” He screams at you instantly, standing up and marching over you as you drop your bag on the floor and hang your cardigan up. “I was with the girls,” you said in a small voice as he glares at you, “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?” He screams again, “because-” “No, save your energy... Just go upstairs and don’t come back down for the rest of this evening,” “I’m not a child Aston... I can do what I want,” you say, standing up for yourself. Although he glares at you, before taking a handful of your hair and pulling on it “you will listen to me... I want you in the spare room, and don’t come back down; don’t even thing about going into my room or you’ll fucking regret it... You have pissed me off so much that I don’t want to see you... NOW GO,” he hisses, and then screams at you, realising your hair and throwing you in the direction of the stairs, as you frown and begin to walk up the stairs as you rub where he pulled on your hair. Although you forgot to take your mobile phone with you, so now you can’t contact anyone...

Watching the time, you realized it has been four hours since Aston sent you to the spare room, and with nothing to eat. You were beginning to think on starting to eat your arm. Although, what made it even worse was Aston was cooking downstairs and you could smell the food and it smelt delicious... It was pasta, something that you haven’t had in a while.

Craving the food Aston was cooking downstairs, you drummed into your head that Aston won’t feed you tonight. You had no reason to think that, but you just thought with the amount of anger Aston had with you... He might just punish you like that. Sitting down the side of the bed, closest to the window, but furthest away from the door, Aston walked in with a plate of pasta with a knife and fork, before placing it on the bed as you looked at the food with lush and bit your lip dying to eat it. “Eat it, bring the plate down then come straight back up here,” he hisses. Yeah, he’s still pissed. He then walks out the room as you dive into the plate of food.

Five minutes later, the plate was clear, and you were full. Smiling, you were thankful Aston made you food. Although, you had to do what he told you to... So you took the plate and started to go downstairs with it.

Placing the plate in the sink, you looked through the alcove hole in the wall and saw Aston watching Arsenal play. Swallowing hard, you walked quietly over to the living room door and started to watch the football with Aston having no idea that you were. “What’s the score?” You blurted out, and instantly put your hands over your mouth, but Aston snapped his head round and glared at you, “what did I tell you to do?” He hissed “I came down to put the plate away and-” “Come in here to ruin the game... Yeah, don’t do that... Just go away,” he shrugged you off, leaving you still stood there too frozen to move. “Just fuck off,” Aston hissed at you, as he pulled himself away from the TV, “why are you being so horrible? What did I do other than stand up for myself and live my life?” you said in a small voice, but he just sighed and turned back to the TV, “yeah I guess your right... I’m sorry,” he says quietly “I like the fact you apologize to the TV,” “I’m sorry,” he says again this time, making eye contact “okay,” you whisper, but continue to stand at the door. “I guess I better go back upstairs,” you sighed and said quietly making him frown “no baby... Come here, sit with me,” he says in a small voice and holding out his arms for you to hold him, which you smiled and walked over to him embracing him in a soft hug, “I’m sorry for hurting you,” he whimpers, before you know it... He breaks down in tears as you frown and kneel in front of him, before taking hold of his cheeks and kissing his lips tenderly, which calms him down a little. “Baby, its fine okay... I understand you were worried about where I was, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I’ve just had an upsetting day,” you told him quietly, but that seems to make him cry even more, “and it’s my fault for you to see the way me and Dominique were... JB made me realize that I should have told you, how far I and Dominique flirt... I’m so sorry... I love you so much... I just- I just wanted you to be safe, that’s why I was so horrible to you... I didn’t mean it... I swear! I PROMISE that next time, I’ll talk to you first about it... I PROMISE, please- Please don’t leave me-” “Shh, shh... Hey, you’re getting yourself worked up now...” By now he was in floods of tears, choking on a couple as well and gripped hold of your top’s collar, before trying to grip on to any part of your body, “baby... I’m not going to leave you... This is all just a little misunderstanding okay? I’m not gonna leave you for that, I love you too much to do that, calm down, I’ll be here for you,” you whispered to him, as he swallowed hard before pressing his lips down onto yours in a hard and desperate kiss, his face damp from the tears and his eyes looked dry and sore from the amount of crying he had just done the last two minutes.

Slowly getting up on your feet, you turn and walk to the door of the living room, “NO, don’t go,” Aston begs as he falls to his knees and literally crawls over to you, as you stop at the living room door, and then hugs your leg tightly making you smile at how adorable this man actually is! “Go sit back down... I’m making you something hot to drink,” you whispered to him as you crouched down “I don’t want something to drink... I just want you to stay,” he frowns even more as you smile sweetly, before pulling his body into yours and kissing the top of his head, before running your right hand through his hair, as you sighed. “Come on then,” you whispered, getting up a couple moments later, and helping him up and walking him back over to the sofa and laying him down on it, although his hands never left your body so he tugged you down gently to give you the signal of wanting you to lay with him, which you smiled and laid on the sofa with him. By now the match had finished, so Aston switched the TV off, and it seemed the whole house was pitch black, as you both held each other, your head rested on his, as his head rested on your chest. “I love you, I’ll try not to hurt you ever again,” he whispers as you smile, “I love you too Aston, and I’ll do the same for you,” you whispered back as you held him tighter, before feeling him relax and start drifting off in a sleep.

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