Ash was lying down on his bed. A tattooed hand under his head, the other one on his bare abs. He was shirtless, deep in thoughts as you were on the other side of the wall in front of him. You were weird these days. Acting a bit cold, a bit distant. Still yourself, but something was off. He could feel it. Even a few minutes earlier, when he was making love to you. You were different. Not touching him like you did, not enjoying his touch like you did, communicating less through it. He noticed.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by your phone lighting up and buzzing on your nightstand. He slowly turned his head to look at it. He couldn’t see anything from where he was. He looked back at the ceiling. Probably just a random app notification he thought. Yet it rang again.

Twice. Three times. Four times.

He sighed and reached for it. Before he could look at the notifications, Incoming call from Liam.

He looked at the phone like it was an unknown language. Liam. One of his dudes. Probably the one he trusted the most. What the fuck ? he thought, frowning. The call went to voicemail and he could now see the texts. And Ash felt his heart dropping.

”Hey, you awake?” ”I can’t stop thinking about you right now.” ”You with Ash?” ”Can we meet? I’d really like to see you right now.”

Ash couldn’t believe what he was reading. Liam. His dude, was texting you at 1 am, and most of all, he wanted to see you, because he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Ash opened the conversation. A lot of texts.

Replied to your story : ”You’re stunning.” ”I really liked your dress yesterday, couldn’t have kept my hands for myself if Ash wasn’t sticking around you.” ”I miss you, let’s go out, no friends, just the two of us for once...” ”Break up with Ash, he doesn’t deserve you and you know I’d treat you better.” Sent a picture : ”Bet Ash’s body doesn’t look as good as mine.”

Most of the time, you weren’t replying, but when you were, your texts were way different from Liam’s one.

”Liam, what the fuck ??” ”Stop texting me, I’m with Ash right now.” ”I’m with Ash, and I love him, what’s so difficult to understand ? Just leave it.” ”Stop looking at me like that when we’re out with our friends, it makes me uncomfortable.” ”Liam just stop. I’m not interested.”

Ash sat on the side of the bed, his eyes staring at the texts Liam sent you. He shut his eyes, exhaling shakily and raised his head. How did his dude dare to hit on his girl behind his back ? He looked around, his jaw clenched, holding himself back from throwing something across the room. He wasn’t mad at you. Yet he didn’t understand why you didn’t tell him. Were you scared that he wouldn’t believe you ? Were you guilty ? Disgusted ? He didn’t know. And Liam. He just wanted one thing right now : meet him and beat the shit out of him. He looked at the bathroom’s door, and he could still hear you taking a shower on the other side.