Preference #111: He Cries.

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by AmandaKovacic

by AmandaKovacic

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; margin: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #e2e4e7; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #e2e4e7; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px; background-color: #fdfdfd; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;">Josh: "Hey, I know it's late but, but I need to talk to you. Please, just call me back when you get this message." You frowned at the answering machine, tossing your work bag down before heading out the door. It was odd, you hadn't spoken to him in over 5 years. Pulling up outside the familiar apartment you had to stop yourself from just walking in, instead taking a moment to knock hesitantly on the door. You heard movement from the apartment, causing your heart to flutter. When the door swung open your breath caught in your throat, he looked good, so good. He gave you one of his half smiles, one that didn't really reach his eyes. He moved to the side wordlessly, allowing you to pass into the apartment. Everything was different, it wasn't your home anymore, it was his, it was entirely his. It almost hurt you to see how hard he had tried to erase your very existence. "Hey." He muttered, his hands in his pockets. You took a breath, "What did you need, Josh?" You asked trying to make yourself seem disinterested. He let out an audible breath, "I-I didn't mean to call you actually, wrong number." You rolled your eyes, "Bullshit." You replied, his eyes widened. "You cannot be serious Y/N." He replied, his tone icy. You crossed your arms over your chest, "I am serious Josh, this is why we fell apart in the first place, you could never just tell me what's wrong." All of the sudden tears sprung to his eyes, and he turned away from you, "You're what's wrong!" Josh shouted, turning back to face you as tears fell down his cheeks. "I never wanted to tell you that I felt sad, or lonely, or scared that you'd leave me for someone else." He said, his voice breaking at the last word. "Josh," You pleaded, "just let me help you, you can trust me." You said, reaching for his hand. Josh shook his head, recoiling from your touch as he moved his hand to wipe away his tears. "No, I am supposed to be strong for you." He insisted. You paused before throwing your arms around him, you clung tighter as he struggled against your hold, until he finally broke down in your arms. You pulled away, wiping the tears from his face, "You need to let me take care of you." You whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead.</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; margin: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #e2e4e7; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #e2e4e7; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;">George: You closed the door to the house behind you, heaving your bag over your shoulder and onto the floor. You groaned, stretching your arm to relieve the throbbing in your shoulder. "George?" You called, your voice echoing throughout the halls. No response, frowning, you made your way upstairs. You noticed the bedroom door was slightly ajar, prompting your to make your way inside. You saw George curled in the fetal position on the bed, small gasps of breath escaping his body. You rushed over, kneeling beside the bed, placing your hand on his shoulder you tried to comfort him the best you could. "George, what's wrong?" You asked, softly, feeling your heart break as you tried your best to help him. He looked up, his face streaked with tears, "I just don't know what I'm doing anymore." He said, burying his face into the pillow. You sighed, nudging him over slightly as you wrapped your arms around his torso, looping your legs with his. George placed his head in your shoulder, and you allowed him to cry out his feelings, George was never really one to hide his feelings from you. When he stopped crying you decided it was time to try talking again. Running your hands through his hair you took a deep breath, "George, I don't really know what you're feeling, and I don't want to pretend that I do, but when you're ready I want you to talk to me." George moved away, sitting up on the bed. George took a shaky breath, "I was on Twitter today, it's just, I'm getting so much hate. It seems as if it's not worth it, that nothing his anymore. Everyone is pushing for new music, new looks, tours, it's like I never have any time to just breathe anymore." He looked up at you, his eyes sad. "And worst of all is I feel like I'm not spending enough time with you, and that's something I miss, I miss you so much." You moved over towards him, hugging him tightly. "George, I know you're worried, but this is your dream, and you don't have to worry about me." You smiled, "I can handle everything. George nodded, "I know you can, but you shouldn't have to." You rolled your eyes, "George Shelley, I am a badass, and you, my little cupcake, need to stop worrying so much." George laughed, "I cannot believe you just called me a cupcake!" You smiled, "Hey don't blame me!" You said, giggling, "Blame the fans!"</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; margin: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #e2e4e7; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #e2e4e7; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px; background-color: #fdfdfd; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;">Jaymi: You felt Jaymi's chest rise and fall, the rhythm steady, unfaltering. His arms around you, his head on your chest, it felt good, sweet. The movie screen in front of you moved in a blur, the sound just a simple buzzing in the background. Your eyes were heavy, it was a struggle just to keep them open at this point. You were comfortable, oh so comfortable until the rhythm was disrupted. Your senses came back into play, you could smell the popcorn, feel the material of his shirt, see the death of the protagonist play out on the screen in front of you. And you could hear, hear the sniffles coming from Jaymi. You almost let it go, you didn't want to make him embarrassed, but when a slight sob escaped his throat you couldn't ignore it any longer. "You okay, Jay?" You asked, turning your head to look at him. Tears filled his eyes, and he blinked, trying to keep them at bay. He looked down at you, giving you a small smile, you giggled, causing Jaymi to frown. "You are absolutely heartless!" He joked, wiping his eyes. You grinned, "You are such a baby!" You said. Jaymi laughed, "I am not, this was just really, really sad, ok?" He reasoned, "Besides, you were asleep anyways." He added. "Was not!" You protested too quickly. Jaymi's eyebrows rose, "You were snoring." You gasped, hitting him on the chest, "I do NOT snore." You insisted. "Do to!" "Do not!" Jaymi stuck his tongue out at you, prompting you into a tickle war. Straddling Jaymi's waist your hands attacked his waist, causing him to laugh so hard he was having trouble breathing. Tears of laughter streamed down his face and his gasped protests caused you to relent, smiling in triumph as you relaxed back into the couch. You wiped away at Jaymi's tear covered cheeks, pressing a kiss to the skin. He smiled, "You are so mean." "You love it." You teased back. Jaymi smiled broadly, "Yes, yes I do." You rolled your eyes, snuggling back into his body. "Try not to cry this time, Jay." "Y/N, shut up" He replied, grabbing the remote to rewind the film.</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; margin: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #e2e4e7; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #e2e4e7; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;">JJ: "Go on JJ!" You cheered, perching yourself on the fence to get a better view of the horse as it made its way along the track. You and JJ had decided to head off to the stables, you were in desperate need of fresh air after spending so much time in the city streets of London. You smiled watching JJ's concentrated face as he rode around the track, building momentum as he went, the dust rising up in circles along the horses' feet. You leaned forward, the sun beating against your back as sweat pooled on your forehead. Groaning, you closed your eyes, wiping the moisture off of your forehead. The sound of the horse caused you to turn your attention back to the track just in time to see the horse buck back on his back two feet sending JJ flying back, hitting his head on the fence before his body tumbled to the ground. You screamed, hurling yourself over the fence as you ran towards him. Your heart was beating a mile a minute until you reached him. His chest was rising and falling softly. "JJ, are you ok?" You asked, going to move his helmet off of his head. "He nodded, moving his head away from you as he sat up. "What's wrong?" You asked, JJ sniffled, and you realized he was crying. "JJ you are hurt!" He shook his head, pulling the helmet off, "I'm fine." He insisted, but his teary eyes gave him away. "JJ," You reasoned, "it's ok to cry, you're hurt." JJ turned back at you, wiping his eyes, "You're overreacting." He said. You placed your hands on your hips, "JJ, if that was me who had that fall would you let me skip the hospital?" JJ huffed, "That is entirely different." "Oh really? Because I'm a girl?" You said, raising your eyebrows. JJ sighed, "No, I didn't mean it like that. I love you, that's all." You smiled, putting your hands to his cheeks, "And I love you, and I think you need to get to the hospital and stop being afraid to cry." JJ frowned, "I wasn't afraid." He mumbled. You smiled, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, "No, you definitely were." You noted tears still in his eyes. "It hurts." He whispered, finally. He shut his eyes, a lone tear falling from his eyelashes. You pulled his hand into yours, "Let's go in and get some ice on that." You said, JJ nodded, pulling you into a tight hug.</li>

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