I hadn't talk to him about non work related stuff for weeks. I just didn't know if I was ready to go back. Harmonee says I should, to you know move on.

And I'm saying I shouldn't cause I don't know if she has. But this morning, she made up my mind for me.

"You're going back there. Today." "What why?!" She put her hands on my shoulder and shook me, "You're not flushing over two decades down the drain in a month! Go!" I just stared at her and sighed, "Can I eat my cereal first?" She quickly perked up in a smile, "Yeah of course. But I'm going to pack your bag."

I just accepted it, knowing she was probably gonna do it without telling me.

I scrolled through social media, eating at the same time. I couldn't help but feel sad AND happy looking at fan edits of Maxwell and I. If only they knew the truth.

Harmonee came out her spare room, my stuff in hand. I put my bowl in the sink and started to get ready to leave. When I was about to walk out the door I turned to her, "You're about to have someone over tonight aren't you? She widened her eyes, "Oh get out!" 

I laughed before hugging her, "Love you stupid." "Love you too rat." I rolled my eyes and walked to my car. Then what a text to ruin my day, no other than EX/BF/N. 

Jokes on you, I found another girl. I don't need you. 

He then sent a picture of a woman, she looked like she was in her forties, so I stifled a laugh and chucked my phone into the passengers seat. And I was off to the apartment.

Time skip baybee

Time to face the music. I knocked on the door and heard Max yell, "Todd! I told you I'm not doing neighbor game night!" I almost laughed and held in in, and knocked again.

"Todd! Leave me- Y/N?" He said, opening the door. "Hey roomie."

He smiled and hugged me, not letting go. "Oh my god I missed you." "I missed you too bighead." He lightly smacked my head, "I'm trying to have a sweet moment here." 

"Not as sweet as this 'Horrible Netflix Movie Night' we're about to have." I did a little dance with my eyebrows before walking passed him into the apartment. Let me tell you, it looked a mess. Just proof that I'm the one who usually does the cleaning.

"When will you learn to clean?"

"Let me live."

I took my bag to my room, before I started thinking of Micheal, did he know? I had to find out, so I exited the room and walked out to the kitchen, where he was.

"Does he know?" Max looked at me confused, "What are you talking about?" "Micheal? Does he know?" I wasn't just worried about our relationship, but also their friendship. Both could end if he found out.

He shook his head, "Nope. And he never will." I held up my pinkie, "Promise?" He groaned, "Y/N I'm not doing that!" "Yes you are!" He rolled his eyes and promised.

"Good now, I'll take care of snacks and stuff, you find movies and get their ratings so we can watch."

He left for the living room, while I handled the mess we call our kitchen for food. My phone dinged and I read the screen.

Harmonee: So the guy stood me up, I guess that's what I get for rushing you out lmao

Me: Oh gosh! I'm sorry. You need anything?

Harmonee: Just this bottle of wine I'm gonna drink by myself

Me: Don't die please

Harmonee: Fineeeeeeeeee

I set the phone down before grabbing the food and heading to the living room. He sat there scrolling through social media.

"So how was staying with Harmonee?" 

"It was fun, even though she always woke me up at the most random hours."

He nodded and gave me a smile, "She would always call me and do that, y'know, when we were together."

He looked back at his phone, "Did you see all the edits people made?" I nodded, the laughed, "And it turns out, lots of people would rather see the bodyguard and the model together."

"Well then they can spot you two out on a date." I mocked him with a pouty face, "Don't be so grumpy."

He smirked at me and then pulled his camera out, "Just for the marks." He snapped the picture and posted it on Twitter. We both put our phones away before turning to the movie.

I was just happy I had my best friend back.

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