Hesitantly, I knock on the door, my free hand gripping tightly on my bag due to nerves. I hear the lock click before the door opens just enough for me to see his sleepy eyes. Once he realizes it's me, he opens the door up fully, "Y/N? Is everything okay? What's going on?"

"I'm sorry, I know it's late. Can I uh, stay here for a few days? Jared and I broke up, and I don't have anywhere else to go." I ask, my voice breaking from forcing myself to hold back my tears. He looks at me, worry on his face, but he nods.

"Yeah, of course," he steps aside and I walk in, "You can stay as long as you want."

"Thank you, Cole. I know it's a lot to ask." I sigh, running my shaky hand through my hair.

"No, it really isn't. Not for you, Y/N. Uh, take a seat and relax. You drink coffee?"

I nod.

"Okay, make yourself at home, I'll go brew some." He smiles before walking into his kitchen. I walk over and sit down on his couch, relieved that Cole doesn't mind having me. He really is a great friend, but I can't help but feeling something else. Something I shouldn't feel.

He comes back in within five minutes, sitting down next to me and handing me a cup of coffee. The warm cup provides a comforting feeling, reminding me of the simply days when I was by myself, and I didn't have to worry about paparazzi, my famous boyfriend, or having to get to set on time. Sometimes I wish I could go back. There was a lot less drama. I flinch when I feel Cole rest his hand on my knee, "You were zoning out. Do you want to talk about it?" He asks gently.

"What happened after I left the premier?" I ask my own question, desperately needing an answer.

He bites down on his lip, "Look, I had a lot to drink, and I said things."

"What did you say?"

He sighs, avoiding eye contact, "I told him that he could never be what you deserved... that you didn't need a jealous, narcissistic asshole dragging you down and keeping you from your friends. I told him that one day he'd screw up, and he would regret letting you go because you are one of the most beautiful, kind, spectacular women I have ever met, and you are too good for him. And damn it, Y/N, I meant every fucking word, and I still do."

I stare at him in shock, too many emotions crashing around in my head for me to form a sentence.

He notices my loss for words, "Y/N?"

Slowly, I lean in, and he does the same. Our lips collide and an array of feeling soar through the air, but I know that they aren't love. Not from me. I know it's wrong, but I need him. I need him to block out the pain. I need him to love me, because without love I'd be nothing. I'd go back to the girl with no reason, I'd be nobody again. I can't go back to that.

"Is this okay?" He asks as his hands slip beneath the hem of my shirt.

"Yes." I nod, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him on top of me, my shirt being torn off in seconds. His lips trail down my neck, and I now know, it's too late to turn back.

***

I wake up, suddenly scared as I don't recognize my surroundings. I look around frantically, calming down once I realize I'm at Cole's. I hear the shower running from down the hall, and memories of last night flood through my head. I don't regret it, but I regret not telling him everything. I should've told him I'm pregnant.

I hear his footsteps, and I look up, "Hey, Cole. I have something to tell you."