Lille's POV -

"Lille, the boys are here. Are you coming down?" Max shouted up the stairs.

I had been awake for nearly two hours now, thinking about what Max told me last night and wondering why me and Max would have been arguing about mine and Jay's relationship; I always told him everything and trusted him more than anyone else.

While I held these thoughts in my head, I decided that I wasn't going to invade Max's privacy downstairs. I was just going to wait to be invited down and see what happens from there. 

Especially since Max had said we would continue our conversation today when they were all here, which is something I really didn't want to happen because I'm sure one of them would say something that would get me into trouble.

Or I would get one of them into trouble with Max. Whichever way round it happened to be at the time.

"Yeah, I'll be there in a minute. Just doing something..." I replied as I picked my phone up from the bed. I hadn't looked at it all night, and I wasn't really surprised to see that I had missed calls and text messages from both Hollie and Charlotte; they probably just wanted to know what happened last night because they won't remember a thing.

From Hollie -

What happened to you last night? Have you gone already, lightweight? X

To Hollie -

Were you really that wasted? You have no idea what happened to me last night while you were sticking your tongue down some guy's throat that you've never even met!

Well, there's one of them delt with and I'm sure her reply will be one which provides me with immense entertainment.

Hollie, although she was attractive and had boys all over her, was also a bit of a bitch when she wanted to be and only thought about herself. If you were out with her and something happened that she didn't like, then it's all you heard about for the rest of the day and there was no avoiding the conversation. It got rather annoying after about five minutes of her complaining about everything.

From Charl -

Will we be seeing you tonight or are you just going to be miserable with us? 

To Charl -

Since none of you really cared about me last night and you basically let me wander off, not even bothering to come after me, then I thought I might just be miserable with you all.

And that's the other one delt with. Me and Charlotte were always having moments like this, but we usually sorted them out and no more was said about them. But this time it was different.

This time I wasn't going to forgive and forget because of what happened; I would never have been in that position if Charlotte had been a better friend and, either come after me, or just at least attempted to make me stay. But she didn't because she was too busy trying to get back to Sam.

Charlotte, although she loved Sam, was extremely self-centred and, most of the time, only ever cared about herself. If you weren't talking about her or her boyfriend, then she didn't want to know and she would just leave you while you were mid-conversation. Her and Hollie were very much the same, and I don't understand why I'm friends with them or why I've put up with the pair of them for as long as I have done.

"Okay then. Remember that we're all going to be here again tomorrow tonight to celebrate the release of Walks Like Rihanna." Max shouted back, but I didn't bother replying to him, instead I just laughed because he was always like that when it came to having a single released. I had been there with him to celebrate when all of his other singles had been released before, guess this time is going to be no different and the celebrations were going to be no different either.

I quickly pulled on the jeans which I had taken from my drawer and threw the vext top over my head, finishing the outfit with one of Max's hoodies that I took from him the first time he went over to America with the boys and I wasn't going to see him. It made it easier in accepting that he wasn't here and I was going to have to manage without him until he got back; it's like there was still a little piece of him behind while he was away and that made things slightly easier.

When I walked into the living room, Max was occupying his usual seat on the right hand side of the sofa and Tom was sitting at the other end, Nathan had decided that he was going to sit on the table for some strange reason while Jay was stood behind the sofa; he grinned like an idiot at me when he saw me walk in here, and Siva had taken up residence in the chair that was in the corner of the room. He was typing away on his phone and, knowing what Siva was like, he was probably texting Nareesha or something like that anyway.

"I hear you're coming out with us tonight. You sure you're going to be able to keep up?" Nathan smirked as I took the seat in the middle of him and Max.

"I think the question here Sykes is are you sure you're going to be able to keep up with me?" I replied as I raised an eyebrow at him, I had drunk him under the table before and I would be able to do it again, no questions asked either.

"How is it possible for you to be able to drink as much as you do?" Nathan asked as I threw myself into the back of the sofa, finding myself looking into those blue eyes that kept making contact with mine all the way back here last night. They looked even better in the light, I had never really paid that much attention to them before, but they were a brilliant shade of blue and they were just as amazing as I thought they were last night.

"Hanging around with you lot for too long. Especially Parker here, he taught me everything I know." I laughed, pointing in Tom's direction with a smile on my face, although Max didn't look impressed at this revelation.

"Don't even blame me, Jay drinks more than I do..." Tom replied, throwing his hands around in a defensive manner and pointing at Jay at the same time.

"Excuse me, don't bring me into this. Who is the one that we found skipping around a car park after a night out?" 

"And who was the one that cried when he met Frankie because of alcohol?" 

"C'mon, as amusing as this is, please don't throw your toys around. You're both as bad as each other." I interrupted, trying my best not to let out the laugh which I was now holding in.

"But he started it, I didn't even do anything wrong..." Jay replied, giving his best puppy-dog eyes, but that didn't work with me and it didn't make me feel any more sorry for him than I already did; I just thought he was an idiot.

But he was a rather sweet idiot when he wanted to be.

"He was just telling the truth." I chuckled which earnt me a high-five from Tom and the others were laughing at how immature we were actually being with each other.

It did make a nice change to be able to act like this without being told that I needed to grow up, or that I was an embarrassment to the group; just because they all wanted to be mature and get themselves a boyfriend to hang off.

That didn't mean that I wanted the same thing as them; I was happy being single and spending my time with these five idiots that call themselves The Wanted.

"You better start running or me and you are going to fall out..." Jay replied with a serious look.

"I thought that already happened." I shrugged, giving him the same response that he had just given me.

"Oh. There's going to be trouble now." Nathan smirked as they all looked between me and Jay, neither one of us breaking eye contact with the other. I could feel Max looking at me intently, like he was burning holes in my skin and he didn't approve of this behaviour that was going on with Jay. Especially after what he told me last night.

"I'm going to give you the count of three to start running, then I won't be able to restrain myself any longer..." Jay said with a smirk on his lips and I knew he was serious. If I didn't move now, then he was going to come after me and he was going to make sure I paid for my reply to him. 

I quickly jumped up from the sofa, laughing at the same time, running straight up the stairs and into the spare bedroom; the same room that Max had locked me and Jay in some day previously and we came up with the agreement that we were going to be nice to each other and were going to avoid causing trouble.

I didn't even bother hiding, I just took my usual spot on the window ledge and looked out of the window; watching the people pass by beneath me as they got on with their usual routines and didn't even pay any attention to me at all. 

They all walked past and ignored me. Husbands and wives arguing with each other about something, single parents taking their kids to the park after having spent the entire day stuck in their house and the teenagers who walked into people and didn't even apologise because they were too busy listening to their music to realise they had done anything wrong.

Just a normal day on this street really.

"You didn't even bother to hide then?" Jay laughed as he walked into the room and closed the door behind him, before he wandered over to me and took a seat in the space beside me, joining me in watching the world go by.

"What's the fun in that?" I replied.

"It would have made it more challenging for me, wouldn't it?" he chuckled in response.

"I like to make things easy for you." I smiled.

"So, did Max tell you what happened then?" Jay asked as he awkwardly changed the subject, turning his attention away from the window and to me as I did the same thing.

"Yeah. He told me that I was in a coma for six months and that I nearly died five times. He also told me that you cried when you thought you were never going to get to talk to me again..." I replied.

"Well, he's not lying. There was one point where they told us you were never going to make it because your injuries were too severe for you to be able to recover from; they even suggested that we turn your life support off and let you go. Obviously, none of us were willing to let that happen and we just refused to even let him touch you unless he was with another doctor." Jay said with an element of sadness in his voice as he spoke.

"Look, I feel like I owe you an apology. I mean, I've done nothing other than act like a total bitch to you, and all because I didn't want to listen to you. I can't even imagine how hard this has been for yo-"

"Lille, honestly, don't worry about it. It's not your fault that you didn't remember me and, even though you have been a complete bitch, I've still been there and looked out for you more than you realise." Jay smiled as he put his hand on top of mine, causing me to look up and see the happiness which was actually there.

He was happy that he still got to do everything a best friend would do, even if I never appreciated it or realised it. He had protected me more than I knew and he had been there, to look out for me and make sure nothing happened to me.

"I still don't understand you Jay McGuiness. I treat you like shit, but you still want to be there for me and you still have feelings for me, yet there are other times where you just snap and didn't even want to know what I've got to say. Have you always been this confusing and hard to understand?" I laughed.

"Only when it comes to you. Everyone else understands me pretty well." Jay smirked as me and him slowly continued to moved closer to each other, our eyes not leaving each other's as we carried on with this conversation.

If one of the other boys happened to walk in right now, then it would be extremely awkward and I wouldn't actually know what to say to them.

"And why is it only me then?" 

"Because you're the only one that has ever made me feel this way, you're the only person who has gone from wanting to sleep with me every weekend to hating me and wanting me out of the house in the space of six months, you're the only one who really knows how I feel." Jay stated, our lips just millimetres away from each other's now and I could feel his breath bouncing off my face as he exhaled ever so slowly. I'm almost certain he was doing it on purpose to see how he could make me feel without even trying.

"You talk too much." 

"Let's shut me up then, shall we?" Jay replied before he pressed his lips against mine, his hands moving from where they were to my hips where they rested perfectly. My hands found their way to the back of his neck, like this was a natural and normal thing to be doing; it's like we had been together for a long time before this even happened.

It set fireworks off in the pit of my stomache and give me goose bumps as one of his hands moved from my hip and trailed up my arm, reaching my face and holding my cheek in his hand. We didn't even pull away from each other for air, the kiss just steadily became more passionate and more intense, like we had both been waiting to do this for a long time.

"Oi, Max wants to kn-"