your P.O.V.

You make your way to the kitchen and get all the things you need to make some homemade English dish with peppermint and parsley.

You collect some plates and then get reminded that you are alone, so you remove the other plates and only put one down. You will just make a three person portion because Jack and Mark will join later on.

You get your Bose box and play some music. Just the hits from now as just randomly a voice you know too well starts to sing. Jack made his own song, so it hears. He does not sing but just says the lyrics, yet it does not make you smile any less.

You get it warm, standing above a kettle with potatoes in it. You smile while dancing with the song. It has some catchy tones, you have to admit.

After the fourth time you listened it you know the lyrics better than anyone else when just your phone goes off. You see on the touch screen who is disturbing your disco but do not read what is said. You forgot the word immediately. You don't stop singing.

'I believe! I believe in Steve!' you sing thundery before recognizing the voice.

'Hey Y/N, it seems you is enjoying yourself!' you hear Jacks childish voice say.

Reality snaps your neck and you cringe, tears go down your cheeks. You try not to let it take over your voice.

'I am,' you just say with a normal voice, you do not stop the music or get the tone any less. You just keep it as it is. You imagine how Jacks smile gets of his face and he looks concerned.

'Mark and I cannot come join ya meal. Mark did not feel well. We are at his home now. I will stay there in the night so that means I cannot come to you this evening...' he goes on for pretty long time but you cut off your focus. You where crying like hell.

He heard you sobbing and directly asked what was going on with the words: 'Are ya alright Y/N?' he seems concerned. You do not care and lie straight to the screen, like lying in his face.

'Yea, thanks for asking Roane,' you whisper just before noticing you said Roane and not Jack. You pinch yourself as a punishment.

'Who is Roane? Y/N please tell me!' you hear Jack almost treat you like a dog. You get a burning anger in you but ignore it.

'He is someone who I care about, he is my friend. Was that a good answer your highness?!' You get a thundery undertone in your voice and try to imagine how it sounded like for Jack.

'Did I say something wrong? Y/N I want to help you,' Jack stays calm but you cannot. The flame you held in for far too long realises that it can escape. You try to hold it back and cringe lightly.

'I am sorry Sean, I cannot take this. Still thank you for asking,' you are about to end the call when Jack wants to say something but you ignore it.

'Bye Sean,' you used his real name twice. Maybe he realises the situation now. Maybe he will do something unexpected.

'But Y/N I are here to help you if you just...' you do not let him finish. He did not earn that. He earned nothing from your side.

You stop the call and angry as you are you throw your phone to the wall. It shatters in multiple pieces, it is destroyed forever. Just like this night.

You go on cooking but skip the song Jack made. Randomly the song Brofist comes kicking in. You smile while thinking about Pewdiepie.

After you finished cooking you put the dish in the oven and wait for 45 minutes. You think about Roane and how he is doing as just then the bell rings.

You run toward your hotel door and open it only to see a crying Roane. His cheeks are wet from crying and he cringes lightly.

'It is alright, come in,' you say. You want to freak out but that will not help Roane would it? You grab his hand and lead him to the bench.

He sits down, still crying and sobbing. His green hoodie died in all the rainwater and his leather backpack is the only thing that could hold the rain out.

Roane starts to sob more and you make your way next to him, holding his hand as a comfort. He stares at you, concerned and broken.

'Tell me what happened,' you whisper softly. You see how he deeply exhales and inhales. He is shaking and shivering like people in shock.

'The emergency call...' he stutters. He shakes his head and cry's harder. His voice broke at the last word and he stopped speaking.

'The man was pretty bad doing and I was the only one that could've help him...' Roane leans his head unto your shoulder. It is 7pm.

'I helped him as best as I could...' he sniffles again. You hug him tight.

'It is okay Roane.'

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we see each other again Roane! good to be back?

next chapter will be pretty long so yea! :)

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