Clifford -
"When you call me baby,
I know I'm not the only one."
It had been a week since you had found Michael in your apartment with another girl. You had spent the week at your friend's place, and she was going to join you when you picked up your stuff from the apartment.
Loads of thoughts were going through your mind, and on the whole car ride to your shared apartment now had become his place, you were thinking about him and planning every possible scenario of you both of you coming across each other.
What if he was there with the girl you had caught him with? What if he also was as heartbroken as you? What if he already had forgot the relationship you guys had shared for years?
Before ringing the bell, you took a deep breath to stop yourself from crying. He opened the door, looking completely miserable.
"Hey, I've come to pick up my stuff," you said and bit your lip as you looked at his tall frame.
"Y/N, I-I didn't know you were coming, so I didn't pack it for you."
"I guess I can come back later," you sighed and took a step back.
"No, wait," he said and cleared his throat. "Can you please give me a minute to explain?" he said, his adorable eyes looking down at you.
You were still heartbroken, but even though you had gone through some crazy shit with Michael throughout the years, you still had that soft spot for him. You pursed your lips and nodded slightly.
"Thank you so much," he said and offered his hand for you to hold.
You held his hand as he took you inside to the couch you had shared your favorite cuddles on. You sighed and sat down on the couch.
"Be quick, Y/F/N is waiting outside."
He nodded and started talking, "I'm not going to sit here and gives excuses for what I did, but I know how wrong it was, and I swear it won't happen again, just give me another chance," he said and bit his lip.
You knew he was telling the truth, because he had this special look on his face, which he only used to have when he felt really bad.
"Michael, I don't know if I can trust you again," you said while looking down at the floor.
"Baby, I'll do anything to fix this," he said, sitting down in front of you. "I really love you," he said while frowning.
You couldn't handle his sadness and decided to forgive him. He pulled you into a heartfelt hug. "I'm so sorry."
Hood -
"I have loved you for many years,
Maybe I am just not enough."
You were done with him, completely done. He forgot that today was your four years anniversary. It was clear to you that Calum must be with that girl he's cheating on you with.
The ride back to your shared apartment was filled with your constant sobs and the sound of the engine. Tonight was the night you decided to break up with him. It was a hard step but what has to done, should be done.
He did not deserve you. All the your love for him was nothing. He still went to another woman. Where did you go wrong? Was it because you weren't pretty enough? Or was it because he was always playing you from the starting? No one will ever know besides him but all your respect for him was gone into dust. He was now just a monster to you, a monster whom you were so madly in love with.
As soon as you reached your apartment, you went straight through your room without any sound and was met with the sight of two naked people, wrapped around each other doing things that he wasn't supposed to do as he was in a relationship. You swallowed down a sob and without a word, started packing your bags as loudly as you can. You heard Calum curse under his breath and then you felt him stand behind you.
"What do you want?" You glared at him calmly.
He worriedly looked at you and started rambling, "I'm sorry I cheated on you, she was the one who lured me into it. Please let me explain, I never wanted to do this."
You were so angry at him that he still had the nerve to lie to you. You grabbed his shoulders and pushed him away from you.
"Don't fucking lie to me. You are a bastard, today was our fourth year anniversary yet still you forgot about it and fucked a whore on our bed. Our bed! I don't even want to do anything with you. You're a disgusting manwhore and now I understand why your fans call you a fuckboy," you shouted at him with a hurt expression plastered on your face and began throwing anything you can find inside your bag.
He stepped forward but you held up your hand, indicating him to leave you alone. You started making your way outside when you heard him mumble in a broken voice.
"I'm sorry, I love you so much."
You bit your lip to stop yourself from crying and mumbles back, "It's over, don't ever try to call me."
