"Maybe if you listen you'll  understand, Roger! You cheated on me!" You yelled. "It's not all about you. Have you ever thought about how I feel?!"

"Well, maybe you should just  go." He screamed back. Roger's a selfish little git, you told yourself, as you ran out of the door, a leather jacket in hand. You cursed, hopping into Roger's red T-Bird. Roger always had the keys in the ignition so I revved it up.

Beautiful car, horrible person.

You arrived at Brian's flat moments away, unlocking the door with the key in the mailbox.

"Hey, Rog-Y/N!" He greeted you. His eyes grazed over your features, and filled with lovingness and concern like a mothers. "I'm so sorry, dear."

You spilling your thoughts out. Rambling on, about the fight and the moments leading up to it.

"Tea?" Brian asked, holding a cup. You took it, not wanting to be rude. How could he stand you?

You set the tea down. "Weird question. Can I cuddle with you?"

He laid down, smiling. You were face to face with him and his face lighted up. You lips were on his in a spilt second. You couldn't help yourself. Brian seemed to notice and pulled away.

You got up and started to paced around the room. "How could I do this? I'm such a slut. I can't to this." You broke down into Brian's arms again.

"Shh...shh." He rubbed your arm with his thumbs, cooing softly in your ear. "Roger doesn't deserve you, for what he did to you. It's fine. Now, you're with me, and everything is going to be alright."

-

You hadn't seen Roger in a week now, and you lived with Brian. He had picked up your stuff and had a talk with Rog.

You and Brian were in bed, a lazy day. You were engaged in a deep make-out session when the phone rang. It was possibly Rog, trying to pour out how wrong he was. Brian had the thought that if he couldn't speak to you in person, he didn't 'need you'.

Brian started to grind his pelvic bone into yours, pushing down on your hips. You moaned into his mouth. He was looking at you straight in the eye.

"Harder, Bri." You groaned. You pressed your forehead against his. He looked so hot.

Then the door opened. "What the fuck are you doing to my girlfriend?" Roger bursted in.

"Taylor." Brian growled, getting out of bed.

"You bloody whore." Roger yelled at you.

"Y/N, get out." Brian commanded for your own good. You sped out of there. You couldn't believe it. You thought you were a piece of shit. You could hear everything.

"SHE CAME TO ME! SHE WAS HELPLESS! YOU CHEATED ON HER, TAYLOR!" Brian screamed. Someone was knocked down, then Brian came out.

"I'm sorry Y/N." He held you, sounding soft. "Roger was a jerk to you." You felt small. Like a child. Roger left. "I love you." He repeated over and over again in your ear.

"I love you too."