Pt. 2 was requested by: ryepiefovvs

I hope you like it even though it is trash. ha.

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Rye-

I did not mean for things to go so bad with Brook. I specifically set the "no feelings" rule to avoid situations like this. It has been about a month since our falling out and Brook has yet to talk to me unless he had to or if we were in front of Blair. He would brush off my comments and avoid eye contact as much as possible. When we were home, he would stay in his room as much as possible, only coming out to piss and eat.

"What happened between you and Brook?" Andy asked while we were in the studio. Mikey was working on one of his parts of the song so the rest of us were chilling in the waiting room. Usually, we all hang out and talk amongst ourselves, but today there was an obvious divide. Andy and I were sitting at one side of the room on a couch while Jack and Brook were sitting on the floor on the opposite side.

They looked rather comfortable with one of Jack's knees pulled up balancing the phone and Brook's hand resting on Jack's thigh while his head was on Jack's shoulder. Both of Brook's knees were pulled up and leaning against Jack's and I can feel a little heat rising in his chest.

"Hello, earth to Rye?"

Ever since our fight, Brook has been glued to Jack. Never leaving his side for anything. He would flirt nonstop with the Irish lad and I know this because he used to be that way with me. He used to laugh at all of my stupid jokes. He used to compliment me after every time I sing. He used to touch me at any chance I get. It used to all only be for me.

"Ryan?"

I mean I get it. I understand why Brook is doing this. He is just pissed at me for not wanting to commit to him. But here is the thing, I thought he would stop after a week or two and just crawl back. That is what he always used to do. We fight about stupid things, he ignores me for a day or so, and then we pick up right where we left off. It was comforting to know that him being in my life was stable. But now with Jack begin in the picture, that small sense of comfort slowly fades away making me feel sad, mad, jealous.

"Ryan Beaumont!" Andy whisper yells.

"What?" I ask looking up from the floor.

"Mate, you look like you are about to bite someone's head off. Did you and Brook get into a fight? It's like you guys went from never leaving each other's side to him obviously trying to avoid you." Andy has always been observant. He catches onto things rather quickly and makes it his job to stop band drama before it starts. Any time there is a fight between band members, momma fovvs is to the rescue. Well, except when it's Andy, himself, being dramatic. Then, we just let him rant it out, post sad quotes on twitter, then we apologize to him even though nine times out of ten it is his fault.

I really do not want to talk about Brook and I's situation because no one is supposed to know about it. "It's nothing Andy, really. Brook and I just had a little miss communication, but it is okay now."

"Okay, whatever," Andy shrugs, "but if you need a talk, I will be here."

I smile before we do our little handshake, "thank you Andy."

When Mikey was done with his part, both Jack and Brook went into the booth to record a duet part of the song. I watch as they sang together in perfect harmony. I tense up every time they look at each other. But I look away when Brooklyn gives Jack a little kiss on the cheek when they were done. That was taking it a bit too far.

We make it back home and Brook walked directly into his room and jack followed closely behind. Brook turned around to close the door and when we made eye contact he rolled his eyes before shutting it. I went to sleep that night pissed off, confused and lonely.

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The night our new single came out, we decided to go out to celebrate. All of us. After most of us got ready, we were waited for Brook.

"What is taking him so long?" Mikey asks not even looking up from his phone.

"For fuck sakes," Andy groans, "I really want to just leave him."

Jack even seems to be getting annoyed, "he said that he would be ready in ten minutes and it's been thirty. Maybe I should go check on him."

"No!" I interrupt. All three of the guys looked at me and I just shrugged, "you guys go ahead, I will call another uber when Brook is done." This could be the perfect time for me to be alone with Brook for the first time since our fight. They reluctantly agreed and walked out of our flat.

I stare at Brook's door. I cannot believe how easily he makes me jealous. Throughout these past few months, Brook completely moved on from me to Jack and even if that wasn't enough, he started staying the night with random people. It would be just like how it was before, he would sneak out of his room in the middle of the night, but instead of coming into my room, he would leave the flat.

I know that his relationship with Jack is just platonic and flirtatious, but I can't help but to feel jealous. Brook should be flirting with me. I know that his random night outs are just for fun and to get a release, but I can't help but to feel jealous. Brook should be fucking with me. We are not together, but he is mine.

He walks out of his room looking fit as fuck and I cannot help but to stare. His tight white shirt clings to his upper body, his tight black jeans cling to his lower body, and his (Jack's) jacket hangs off of his frame like a dream. His hair is styled so fucking handsome and his face, his god damn handsome, no beautiful face looks so amazing right now. Stubble dotted across his chin, green eyes shining, and cheeks flushed. He is a total babe. Anyone would be lucky to have him.

I would be lucky to have him.

Fuck.

Did I ruin what could have been the best thing for me? Sure he is hot, but there is so much more to Brooklyn. He listens to me. Talks to me. Knows what to say, when to say it, and how to say it. There was never a dull moment around him. He pushed me to try new things, test new boundaries. He was always-

"Um, where is everybody?" he asks finally looking up from his phone. God I missed his voice.

"They left."

"Oh brilliant," he sighs, "now I'm stuck riding the uber with just you."

I frown, "wait a second Brook, I think we need to talk."

He still types on his phone ignoring me so I take it from him. "Hey you asshole, give it back!" he yells trying to grab for it.

"No," I answer, "not until you listen to what I have to say."

"What the fuck is there to talk about Ryan? You fucking broke my heart and I despise you for it, now give me my phone so I can go get fucked up and celebrate what this band worked so fucking hard for!"

My heart aches a little when he talks about me breaking his heart. I look at the boy in front of me. He is sad and pissed off. He looks he needs an apology, but I feel like I could give him the moon and he still wouldn't forgive me.

"I am so fucking sorry."

Brook lets out a huge sigh before leaning his back against a wall, "it's been two months Rye, why are you apologizing now? Jealous that I can move on?"

I was a bit taken back, "um."

"Because here is the truth," he fake laughs, "I am so done with you and your incapability to commit." His voice was like venom.

"Ok," I say back.

"Okay? Okay! God damn it Beaumont, if you-"

"If you are over with my commitment issues then I am done having them," I interrupt and Brook kind of just stands there.

"Wait, what?"

Am I actually going to do this? Am I actually ready for a committed relationship? Probably not, but when I am with Brook, my body feels warm and fuzzy. My heart feels big and full. Nobody has made me feel the way Brooklyn makes me feel.

"I am ready for this, for us to be committed. Not out in the world, but out in our own world. It will only be you and me, no one else."

"Ryan, I-"

"I am so fucking sorry Brook, but these last two months have been miserable without you by my side, not only has a bandmate, but as a friends as well. I didn't realize what I had until it was gone. I feel awful for waiting this long to realize that. Seeing you with other people made my blood boil."

"So, you were jealous?"

"Of course I was jealous, you are perfect and I want to be the only one who can appreciate that."

Brooklyn looks up before walking towards me, "you know you are not done apologizing right?" I nod my head. "I shouldn't forgive you," he mumbles only few steps in front of me. I frown and nod my head again. We end up being toe to toe and he wraps his arms around my shoulders before pressing his forehead against mine. My eyes flutter shut. I miss being this close to him. Smelling his cologne. "But I am an idiot," he laughs. His warm breath hits my lips. "And I never stopped loving you." He presses his lips against mine. It was hard and hot and gosh I fucking missed this.

"Brook," I whisper. He hums against my lips before kissing me one more time then looking up at me. "I haven't been in a relationship before, so I-"

"Shut up Ryan, we will get through this together." I hope he is right because I really do want to be with Brook. Maybe not exactly how he wants it, but there will be a way. "Now," he pushes me to I fall on the couch, "I want to fuck my boyfriend please."

"Boyfriend, hmm, I like the sound of that," I smile and he giggles. He. Fucking. Giggles. How can a man like Brook go from sexy to cute in no time at all? What was I thinking before? Why did I not try to make him mine in the beginning? I can feel myself get hard as Brook straddles my waist. He connects our lips again. God I missed this, I missed him. I just want to show him that I do care and I am in it for the long run. Brooklyn deserves the world and I plan on trying to give him that every day.