Weight of Living || The Galaxy Cat Sweater {Bastille || Dan Smith || The 1975}

98: Tell Me I'm Right

Dan's P.O.V.

- Apparently Juliet met your family and she's close friends with Denise and she's at your old place right now. - Anna sighed; Matt laughed.

- And you told my brother to fuck off? 

- Yes, he asked if I was-

- Sleeping with me. - Matt wiggled his eyebrows.

- Oh my god you are so creepy. - She shifted away from him. We laughed.

- Other than that, everything's okay? - George smiled. 

- She thinks I'm pregnant because of some rumours in my school and she thinks I'm sleeping with all of you-

- Which is basically true... - Kyle muttered. Anna threw her phone on his head. - OW! - He turned around.

- Stop being an ass. - She called. He flipped his fiddle finger up at her. She growled and ran to him, jumping on his back and scratching him in every part possible. He screeched. She would've done much more damage if Will and Woody didn't pull them away. 

- SEE? THIS GIRL IS COMPLETELY CRAZY!

- HE'S A FUCKING MORON! 

- SHUT UP YOU WHORE.

- FUCK YOU, YOU SON-

- ALRIGHT, LET'S GO TO BED. - I interrupted.

I got Anna by her shoulders and pushed her into the bedroom before their words - or their slaps/ scratches/ punches - hurt each other trully. 

She groaned in something I couldn't define - was it either frustration, anger, sadness or pain. Maybe all of them. She slumped down on the bed and curled up in a ball under the duvet. I sat by her side and caressed her head as she started crying.

- I didn't want to hurt him! - She said in a different voice.

- Ca... Calliope? - I slowly asked. She looked up at me with watery eyes. 

- I didn't mean to hurt anyone. - She muttered. - Do you think he'll accept my apologies? - I caressed her head. 

- Yes, sweetheart. I think he will. 

- Could you call him here, please? - I nodded and kissed her head before walking out the room. Woody, Will, Matt, George and basically everyone were around him, either trying to comfort him or martyring him. He was with head in his head, cursing. 

- Kyle. - I called. Everyone looked at me, except him. - Kyle, she's calling you.

- Tell her to go fuck herself. 

- She wants to apologize.

- Why doesn't she come here, instead of asking her little slave to call me? - He spat, looking up with bloodshot eyes.

- Don't be so stubborn. - I clenched my teeth. 

- I won't go there. - He sunk his face back in his hands. - My patience with her is completely gone now. - I stomed inside the room and found Anna up, biting her own arm; it was bleeding and it stained her white dress. 

- Oh, dear. - I ran up to her and took her arm out her mouth before hugging her. - Don't do that. 

- I want to feel something! I can't even feel sad anymore. - She muttered. 

- Well, why don't you go outside to talk to him and maybe feel some anger? - I joked; she smiled and nodded, wiping her meaningless tears away.

Anna's P.O.V.

I stepped outside and asked the guys for some privacy before calling Kyle.

- Leave me alone. - He muttered.