"Matt, please ok, please just answer the phone, I nee- I need to talk to you about this... none of it's true ok? I mean... You know me, you know how I feel about this? About us! Dylan's...Dyls my best friend, he was there for me through the entire diabolical mess that was m-my last relationship, he's important to me but- but I'm not seeing him, babe please, call me back or- or pick up... I need you Matt, I'm so lost and so fucking alone,"
Matts POV
Tears ran down my cheeks as I replaced the message again, for the seventh time, I'd listened to it that much I knew it by heart, each sob and cry, each stutter and pause.
"I fucked up," I finally spoke, the first thing I'd said in over four days since the story came out.
"Does this mean-"
"Yeah, next time she calls, answer it, I should never have made you ignore her," I stood up, grabbing my jacket, "I fucked up there too,"
"Where you going?" Harry smirked.
"To fix it," i paused, "And to hopefully make her mine,"
"About fûcking time you moron," Dom walked out the room, his annoyance with me, much like everyone else's, still as evident as ever.