I only threw this party for you.

It was your birthday, one thousand pink balloons scattered around the large house, champagne bottles popping, DJ with all your favourite songs he introduced you to. You called your friends from out of town, your eyes darting to the door every time you heard it open. Hoping it was the one person, hoping it was him, hoping it was Kuroo.

You had only thrown this party to get his attention, for a chance for him to talk to you again, for him to notice. You were hoping he would come through, give you something to latch onto that would give you hope that he had a small glimmer of thought about you.

As you sat there on the couch, music blasting but ending up going out one ear and through the other, you gulped with wary eyes darting to the front door every few minutes. It had been two hours since the party started, and you were sitting there, still waiting. Tears beginning to form at your lashline, hands gripping your glass of champagne tightly. Did he even get the invite? Did he even remember?