"I know I'm not your only, but at least I'm one"

There you were again, spending your night sat on the windowsill waiting for him. Waiting and crying. He'd tell you that he had a meeting or rehearsals but both of you knew it wasn't true. Both of you knew that he'd be with her.

Your boyfriend, Ashton Irwin, was cheating on you. The man you fell in love with 4 years ago was out there right now having sex with his other girl. Just thinking about it broke your heart, made you feel sick. He was fully aware that you knew. He didn't care.

When he eventually got home and saw you sat there sobbing, he put on the clueless act. Giving his usual "I'm sorry baby", "don't cry", "I love you". It wasn't working. Not this time. You pushed him away, standing up in front of his tall frame.

"You don't get it, do you?" You screamed in his face. 

"Don't get what?" He raised an eyebrow at you. 

"The only reason I'm still here is because I love you too much. You're breaking me down, Ashton. I'm still just as in love with you as I was when we were in school. But you don't love me like that. I'm not the only girl you care about. If you still do, that is." Your scream broke into a whisper. 

"I do love you, (y/n). I just love her too." Ashton ran his hands through his hair. 

"Two months ago that would've been enough for me. But not anymore. I'm not putting up with it. I love you way too fucking much. I get it, you have her." You push past him to run upstairs. Under your bed was a suitcase you'd packed last week. Once you'd grabbed everything you'd need, which only took minutes, you stormed back downstairs. 

"Baby, what are you doing? I'm so-" he apologised. 

"Save it. I love you, you know that, but I can't stay here anymore. I can't be with you. We're over; delete my number, don't try and find me. I'll send someone over in the week to get the rest of my stuff."

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