A/n: This is kind of depressing and dramatic.

Y/n's pov.
This house's been through a lot.

The walls have heard so much.

The doors have felt banging and have been broken and replaced many times.

The floors have felt her and my clothes and most of our furniture, obviously.

And the most important thing about this house, it's been through hell and heaven.

It's heard screaming, yelling, crying, laughing, etc.

It's been through so much, just like how her and I have been through.

I was sat there on the couch with a picture frame on a hand and my phone on the other.

What did I do wrong?

I really missed her.

Her touch.

Her smile.

Just everything about her.

I decided to look at the framed photo of her and I and set it down.

I stood up and went for a walk, just to try to get my mind off of things.

As I walked the familiar streets of Miami, I saw an oddly familiar hoodie.

'Is that mine?' I asked myself.

Maybe it was, or maybe it was my delusions because of the lack of sleep.

I walked closer and memories started flooding my mind.

That's her hair.

Then, I saw her face.

She still had those amazing green eyes, that amazing face and the most beautiful smile I've ever seen.

But that smile faded when she saw my face.

That face crumbled when she saw mine.

It was obvious that she was tired.

She had bags under her eyes, her skin was a lot pale and she was starting to get skinny.

It didn't matter though, she was still perfect in my eyes.

"Y/n?" My name slipped through her mouth as I started walking away.

I turned around to see her fans have left and it was only her.

She really was wearing my hoodie.

I didn't mind though, it looked better on her.

"Yeah?" I asked rather confused of why she called me.

I thought she didn't want to see me ever again.

Well, that was what she said when I went home drunk and when the internet was filled with rumours of me with another girl.

"How have you been?" She asked with a small smile.

'Tired. Scared. Depressed.' I thought.

"Fine. You?" I lied and asked.

Saying 'I'm fine' is probably the biggest lie I've ever told a human being, or even myself.

"I'm alright." She said.

I couldn't tell if it was a lie.

She was different.

I could no longer read her like a book, it seems to me that she locked herself in a box and threw away the key.

"I didnt know you had my hoodie." I pointed out.

"You want it back?" She asked quickly.
"No. It looks better on you." I complemented.

I wasn't really on the mood to complement or be nice, but I had to.

"I missed you. A lot." She blurted out.

I stood there shocked at what she said.

"Do you really? Or do you just miss the affection and the love I used to give you?" I asked.

I needed to be sure.

"Y/n. I miss you. I can't explain it. I believed the rumours, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have." It looked like she was about to break down, but she continued with her rant.

"I miss you. I love you Y/n. I never stopped." She ended.

"I love you too." I said back.

Now, we were both falling apart.

But I guess that's what we needed.

"Come back to me. Please." She pleaded.

I nodded and finally hugged and kissed her, after so long.

'Sometimes, two people have to fall apart to fall back together.'