Ok I had no idea what the title was gunna be, so don't judge. It's stupid but I'm hella tired and I really wanna get an update out.

Lmao BTS stans r gunna love this chapter!

Alison's POV.

"What's his address?"

A delighted smirk curves at her lips as she raises her head to meet my gaze, "Took you way too long to ask."

I try to fight off my own smile as she wiggles her eyebrows, bumping my hip lightly against as she laughs.

"Just give me the address hoe."

Another snicker falls from my lips as she rips out a paper from her notebook and scribbles something down on it, "Here you go."

I thank her as she stuffs the lightly crumpled sheet into my hand, the smug smirk still evident on her features, "Stop smiling you creep."

She lets out a startled noise of disapproval as she presses her hand against her chest in mock hurt, "Be grateful bitch."

I roll my eyes, lips tugging upwards as she continues to ramble on about the amount of disrespect I was showing.

"Honestly I'm like older than you! A little bit of a respect would be nice!"she pouts, crossing her arms over her chest as she huffs.

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I breath in deeply through my nose.

My fingers are shaking as I fish out the paper Elizabeth had gifted me with earlier in the day.

My finger ghost over the doorbell as I press down on the smooth plastic.

The house towers over me as if taunting me with its large columns and spacious interiors that could be seen from the slightly drawn curtains.

There is no reply, even after I press down on the doorbell another five times.

Frowning, I key in the password for my phone as I unconsciously open Blake and I's chat room.

MF DON'T ANSWER sent at 7.15am
Good morning gorgeous, I love you so much.

For some reason my heart tingles in warmth as my eyes skin through this morning's text.

Just because he made no appearance at work it hadn't meant that the flow of the texts stilled. They continued to come in every morning and afternoon.

It was touching yet aggravating at the same time.

I didn't want to catch any feelings for him and his sudden change of personality wasn't helping.

But at the moment I had more pressing matters at hand.

What should I say? That I was standing outside his house, sweating madly and cursing internally?

My fingers scramble across the keyboard, typing and deleting as I decide on the smoothes line to not cause too much tension between us.

sent at 4.37pm Alison
Hey, u home?

The reply is almost instant, the message appearing under mine, seconds after I had sent it as if he had spent the entire day staring at his phone awaiting a text.

MF DON'T ANSWER sent at 4.37pm
Hi! Yeah I'm home!

I almost coo at the excitement that practically oozes from his text, finding myself replying as fast as him.

sent at 4.38pm Alison
Gr8, I was wondering if
we could talk? Is that okay?

MF DON'T ANSWER sent at 4.39pm
Yeah, that's fine!

sent at 4.39pm Alison
I'll be there in 5

MF DON'T ANSWER sent at 4.39pm
Cya soon!

Read at 4.40pm

I am smiling broadly as I read his excited text, swiping up to delete the slide.

I had five minutes to spare before I would have to face the man I had been running from for years.

I smooth down my hair, feeling a trickle of self consciousness flicker back into my blood stream.

Ugly. Fatass.

Hands skim down my stomach, as I suck my belly in, a doubtful frown playing on my lips.

My things were thick as well from the continue digestion of late night snacks and takeouts.

I can feel my eyes become glassy as I mentally view my body, pointing out every flaw.

Bing!

I am snapped out of my depressing thoughts as I pull out my phone from my back pocket, a watery frown displayed against my features as I read the text.

MF DON'T ANSWER sent at 4.43pm
Is that u standing @ the door?

My eyes widen and I glance up spotting the window a few floors above me, where Blake's face is pressed against the glass, his lips stretched out into a wide grin.

My own lips tug upwards as I try not too coo as he waves adorably from where he is standing.

And then he is gone, and even from where I am standing I can here rapid footsteps as he makes him way to the front door.

The door is wrenched open, revealing the interior of the mansion that is drenched in towering lights and winding glass stairs.

I bite my bottom lip as I eye my ripped jeans and shirt.

"H-Hey."he breathes out, eyes bright.

It is then do I take in his scuffled appearance. Dark bags weigh down his eyes, cheeks hollowed and complexion a sickly pale.

He was still unbelievably handsome but their was a tinge of fatigue in his stance as if he was completely and throughly done with life.

"Hi."

He simply stands in the doorway, eyes trailing down me as if drawing me carefully into his mind.

"Blake?"

He blinks, eyes swivelling to mine and his cheeks flush a soft pink, "Uh yeah. Come in. Do you need anything? Are you hungry? I was going to make some pasta anyway so I mean, if you want - "

I laugh lightly at his state, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, "I'm fine. Thanks though."

He freezes, eyes locked on the single hand resting on his shoulder blade.

The air around us suddenly changes, the tension returning as I retrieve my hand from him and smile awkwardly.

"S-Sorry."

I curse at myself for stuttering. I mustn't act weak before him.

"No!"he suddenly yells.

I flinch back at the sudden increase of volume, hands twitching lightly as an instinct to cover my head.

Luckily he does not seem to notice, too caught up in babbling mindlessly, "I didn't mean that! It was cute! I mean it wasn't cute! You could put it back! No sorry that's weird! I'm -"

"Blake."I say, offering him a gentle smile, "Calm down."

And he only blushes, mumbling a string of apologies as his cheeks become increasingly red.

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I have no bloody idea what I'm going to do for the next chapter. I'm guessing drama tho, idk