***Keep in mind this is set in the Too Weird era guys***

~Brendon's Point Of View~

My mind was a mess and the feeling in my chest was too awful to bare. Hannah had just left without a second glance. All because of the stupid son of a bitch she calls her husband. What's wrong with me? I know the guys and I have been planning on a tour since our album has been on its way out to the public recently, but that shouldn't destroy my thought process of everything else in my life. Especially the most important thing in my life. But no, I had to go and fuck that up too. Just like I always manage to do.

Why did I let her go? I should have tried harder to make her stay. Love is an understatement when it comes to what I feel inside about Hannah. And it felt as if my soul was being crushed as she walked out that door.

I mean, it was my own damn fault. I'm not going to object. Forgetting our first anniversary. Who the fuck does that? Oh yeah. This guy.

"Hello?" The high pitched voice rang in my ears. This confused me. There was no one in my house. Am I imagining things? "Hello?! Brendon! Why are you calling?" The voice had started talking again. At that moment I realized who had spoken. My cell phone was rubbing against my ear. I must've called Kat unconsciously.

"Oh uhm.." My hand made its way to the back of my neck, rubbing it out of embarrassment. "Is..Is Hannah there?" I squeezed my eyes shut and placed the hand that was once on my neck, to the edge of the countertop. I knew I had made a bad decision by asking such a question. Another terrible move on my part.

"Yes?" I could sense the annoyance in her tone. "She's not going to talk to you, if that's what you called about."

"Oh. No it's not." My eyes shot open and I looked down to see my knuckles turning white from gripping the countertop so hard. As soon as I let go, I felt the pain shoot through my hand as if I were being stabbing with a thousand tiny needles.

"Okay? And?" Her voice was bitter and cold. I honestly wouldn't blame her if she hated my guts as well. Whenever Hannah was upset, Kat always took her side within everything. I mean, they're best friends. What do you expect?

"And uh," The feeling in my hand went away and I immediately shoved it into my pants pocket before I continued to speak. "I just wanted to know if she got there okay.."

There was a lump forming in my throat and fog covered my eyes. Fuck. I dont want to sound weak while on the phone. I needed to be strong. For Hannah's sake.

"Brendon," There was a slight pause before she sighed. "Hannah's fine. I promise. A little heartbroken, but fine. I don't want your explanation as to what happened. You know you fucked up," Damn. Thanks Kat. Feel so much better. "But I'll try to convince her to talk to you tomorrow. Okay?"

As much as I hated to admit it, I loved Kat. She was straightforward and wasn't afraid to speak her mind. But was always calm and collected when need be.

"Alright...Thanks." I press the end call button before she could get any other words out.

I need something. Something to help me sleep. My eyes dart up to the direction of the refrigerator and there's a bottle sitting there. The smooth glass pressed against my skin as I grabbed it from its high place.

And from what I could read in the dim light, it was the bottle of Chardonnay I had bought a few months back. The wine that I was going to drink with Hannah tonight as we sat and watched movies as she would want to. The very wine I was going to use to celebrate with the one I loved. But the one I love wasnt able to be here due to a dumbass that decided to fuck up her night.

Time to bust open the cork and drink alone tonight. Happy Anniversary Hannah...

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The next morning, I woke up to find myself sprawled out across the couch. By that, I mean my head was resting on the arm rest while my whole left side was dangling off the edge. It was quite comfortable in all honestly. I didn't want to get up. But I needed coffee. That is a must. But it was also such an effort to move from my comfortable position to go to the kitchen. I need my coffee in the morning or it'll drive me crazy.

After about ten minutes of arguing with myself, I finally get up to make myself a cup coffee. And I was glad too. There's nothing like a nice hot beverage on a cold winters day. Except that it wasnt cold, in fact it was a nice and warm spring day here in LA.

The only thing that would make everything better was if Hannah was here.

~Hannah's Point of View ~

For most of the night, I spent nearly my entire time awake with Kat. We just kinda sat in silence with the occasional conversation mixed in between. She tried many things to get my mind off of what had happened earlier that day. And I appreciated all of it. This was why Kat was my best friend. She never left my side. Not once.

But the sudden pains in my stomach awoke me from my thoughts. It was probably one of the worst feelings Ive ever had in a long time.

I couldn't deal with it any longer. And the immediate urge to rush to the bathroom fell upon me, and that's what I did. I'm surprised I got there in time before my stomach decided to empty itself. And after a good five minutes, I felt my body shaking beyond control and dizziness flooded my mind.

"Hannah..?" Her voice said softly on the other side of the bathroom door.

"C-Come in." I stuttered, trying not to throw up any more of my previous meal.

The door slightly opened and Kat peeked her head in. "Throwing up?"

"No, Im just sitting on the floor in front of the toilet for the hell of it." I rolled my eyes. Why would she think I was like this?

"If I may ask," She paused and stepped into the bathroom. "How long has this been going on? You throwing up and all?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

"A few days." I look up at her worriedly. And I think she could read my mind. This was one of the only times I wish she couldn't.

"You know you have to tell him right?" Kat sat down on the floor with me. "He needs to know."

"No, not yet. I'm still upset with him." She made a look as if she were a mother scolding her child for making a mess. And I couldn't ever get passed that look. There was no use in arguing at this point. Not with her at least. There's no winning an arguement with Kat. "Later...I'll tell him later..."