I walk back into the house, my tear-stained face catching everyones attention. The first person that comes up to me is Taylor, and he's holding a bag of ice to his eye. I can see an evident bruise forming.
"(Y/N), I'm so sorry. I-I was drunk and I didn't know what I was thinking. Will you p-please forgive me?"
He doesn't have to say another word before I pull him into a hug. "I forgive you." I choke out.
He hugs me back with one of his arms, the other still holding the ice to his face. "And please tell me everything is okay with you and Connor." He says.
"No, it's not." I sniffle and look up at him. "He l-left me here." I continue to cry and Taylor comforts me.
He insists that I go lay down, so I listen and go into his room. He clears the house of all people and pretty soon the quietness of his place returns.
He comes into his bedroom, where I lay, still sobbing, under his covers.
"(Y/N), I'll drive you home if you want me to." He says.
"No," I begin, wiping my face. "If I see him then I'll just start to cry more."
He laughs a little, "I don't think that's possible."
"Shut up, Taylor." I say in a light-hearted manner.
He goes to his dresser and pulls out a shirt and a pair of pants. I know they will be too big for me, but I change into them anyways.
While I change, Taylor goes to the kitchen to get me water. He comes back and I'm in the same position as I was when he left.
"Do you need anything else?" He asks, and I shake my head. "I'll just be on the couch if you need me." And with that, he leaves the room and closes the door behind him, leaving me with my thoughts.
I fall asleep slowly, my mind losing its energy to continue thinking about how everything is ruined. Connor means so much to me, and to have him gone means that I can't survive. It sounds stupid, I know, but I feel like I can't breathe.
I wake up to the bed beneath me shifting. I turn around to see who it is, and I see Connor watching me as he moves closer to me.
"(Y/N)." His voice is groggy and I can tell he has been crying.
He doesn't have to say another word before I practically throw my arms around his neck and push him onto the bed. I shower him with kisses all over his face, and he starts to laugh.
"Connor, I can't believe you're here." I smile so big, it hurts my cheeks. "What time is it?"
"Three-thirty." Connor says.
"Why are you here so early in the morning? I thought we would talk tomorrow?" I ask him, still placing kisses on his cheek and forehead.
"When I got home, I realized that I couldn't sleep without you. And that made me really mad, because I was upset at you and Taylor." He says. "Then I started thinking about how this whole thing was just so stupid, and I punched my best friend because of it." He tells me, causing me to laugh. "But more importantly," He slows down. "I lost you." His words mend my broken heart, and I am just so happy that he's here.
"You should have seen me." I tell him. "I was a wreck."
"I'm so sorry." He gently pulls me down to him and presses his lips on mine. "I can't imagine myself being much better."
We both laugh and he presses his lips to my cheeks a few times, ending with my forehead. We smile at each other and take a few minutes alone.
"Please come back to me." He says, pushing a strand of hair out of my face. "Come home." I can see the desperation in his eyes when he says those words.
"Okay." I whisper, just centimeters away from his lips.
He must have not liked our few centimeters apart, because he roughly placed his lips on mine.
"I missed this." He says against my lips. "I missed you."
"Do you think Taylor would mind if we just stayed here?" I laugh as he takes my bottom lip in between his teeth.
"I think he owes us one." Connor says, causing us both to laugh. He reconnects his lips to mine, earning a small moan from me.
We continue like this for the rest of the night. No matter what happened between Connor and I, we always came back to each other. We needed each other too much... Almost to the point to where it was unhealthy.
But I love our relationship.
And I love him.
No one could ever take that away.
