-SIN'S POV-

One week.

It's been one week since Catalina walked away from my car. It's been one week since we've spoken.

In less than one day, I'm supposed to go away for a joint stag and hen-do for Rhiannon and Brandon. Down to London, out in the clubs.

Elizabeth is not happy.

"You're telling me you planned both of them and I can't come, but she is?" She moans, folding her arms across her chest.

I frown at her. "I planned what we're doing. Not where we are going, Lizzie."

"Is there going to be a stripper?"

Silence.

"Sin, I asked if there's a stripper."

"Of course there is a stripper, it's his stag do. Since when did you care?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. The new controlling thing my girlfriend's got going on is not the greatest.

She shakes her head. "I don't. As long as it's not that bitch."

"What has she ever done to you?" I respond.

"Why do you always defend her?"

I shake my head. "Let's not argue, babe. Let's just put some Netflix on and chill. I'll make you a hot chocolate, are you hungry?"

"That would be lovely babe. Yeah I'm hungry, what you offering me?"

"I fancy some nutella toast so I'm gonna have that. I can make you whatever."

"Nutella toast? That's disgusting. Can you make me a marmite toastie?"

A sigh releases from deep within me.

"Course I can, babe. Coming right up."

In the past week, I've spent almost everyday with Elizabeth. We've gone of thousands of, dare I say it, monotonous dates- but it feels like I've been with my best friend everyday.

I think desperately of the ways to rekindle our spark. I need a passion that consumes me, a love that devours me, which at the moment, we don't have.

"Sin, would you say you love me?" Lizzie asks, whilst I slave away in the kitchen.

I drop the knife. "Of course babe, you're my girlfriend aren't you?"

"You've never said it to me though." She responds moodily.

I turn around to face her. "Maybe I'm waiting for the right time."

"And when's that gonna be, Sin? When you get back from your few days away with your ex girlfriend?"

"Technically speaking, she's not my ex."

"Of course she's your fucking ex, Sin. And she still likes you."

"She doesn't still like me." I argue.

Elizabeth shakes her head, walking over to me.

"Sin. I don't want to argue, baby. I..I love you."

Her eyes widen, filled with raw, genuine emotion, as her pupils plead with me, begging me to answer.

But I don't answer. I just stare at her.

Of course I fucking love Lizzie. She's done so much for me over the years, she's my best friend, my work partner, we do almost everything together. She's been my rock when other's haven't even managed to call.

"Are you fucking kidding me? You can't even say it back? This is because of her, isn't it, Sin?"

"Why are you so obsessed with her, Liz?" I ask, shaking my head, "I don't even think about her, but you do. All the fucking time."

"Because I know you're obsessed with her, and you won't fucking admit it!"

"Don't raise your voice at me! This relationship is gonna work if you're so caught up on my ex girlfriend. Fuck this."

"This relationship isn't gonna work if you won't admit that you're caught up over her yourself, Sin. I understand she was your first love-"

"No, Elizabeth, you don't fucking understand. Nobody can, okay? But I'm never going to fucking admit that, because frankly it's not true. And if that's an issue for you, in some weird fucked up way, then I guess this fucking relationship isn't going to work."

Elizabeth's jaw drops, her face turning a ghostly white. "I always knew she'd be the cause of our demise." She whispers.

"Catalina didn't fucking cause this. You did. I'll talk to you when I'm back, I have a stag do to go to."

And with that, I grab my shit and walk out.

******
Her lips pout in a pissed-off manner, her soft, olive hand places firmly on her hip. She flicks her curly locks back as her green eyes glimmer with angry grace, her pupils staring at me.

"And what the fuck are you doing here?" She questions, sending me daggers with her eyes.

I bite my lip, leaning against the door. I kinda forgot we were on bad terms, I just needed to see her.

What am I doing here?

"Elizabeth and I had an argument."

Catalina yawns. "And that's my problem because? Are you forgetting you were an absolute dick to me?"

"It was about you. And I'm sorry, we can discuss that later." I respond, letting out a sigh of regret.

She raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Oh really? Bethy wethy doesn't like me then? That's a shame, really, I am heartbroken. Why did you come to tell me the truly tragic news, anyway?"

"I think we've broken up."

She bites her lip, leaning against the doorframe. "Oh. Well, that's um. Shit for you. I'm just getting ready to go London- you can come in, but you're helping me pack."

"Okay," I grin, nodding, "okay."

She welcomes me into the hotel room, gesturing to the chair at the desk, telling me to make myself comfortable. She's still in pajamas, a red onesie, and I can't help but notice the necklace and bracelet she's wearing; yet I choose not to comment on them.

Across the bed, scattered and messy, is a shit ton of hair and makeup products, alongside some neatly folded clothes. Beside this, is a red nike duffel bag with a Spanish flag embroidered onto it. It's clearly her stuff from London, but I can't help but notice there appears to be nothing else anywhere.

"Where's all your stuff?" I tilt my head, my eyes scanning the room.

She freezes.

"In my suitcase."

"In your suitcase? What do you mean, in your suitcase?"

She sighs, packing her London stuff in the duffel bag, just as I guessed. "I can't stay here forever, can I? I have a life in Spain, Sin. Plus, I can't afford to stay in this hotel forever. I'm broke enough as it is."

"Stay with me."

She glances at me. "What?"

"You heard me. Stay with me."

"You're funny," she laughs, "so funny."

"I'm not joking, Catalina. Why would I be? You have unfinished business in England and you can think otherwise if you truly believe I have the capability to plan this wedding alone. I have a spare room, do I not? Okay, it's not perfect, the mattress may be a bit uncomfortable, but it's still in living condition. Better than the shithole of a dorm we used to share anyway. For old time's sake, ey? I'm sure we are mature enough to be under the same roof for more than five minutes."

She looks at me, shaking her head in disbelief. "I'm gonna get dressed."

"Just think about it, Lina!" I reply as she closes the bathroom door behind her.

On the opposite side of the room, away from the window is a bed the same size as the one next to the window, also paired with a bedside table (the same as the other side). However, these aren't empty like the side of the window. The bed is littered with clothes, they are scattered all over it. Underneath these clothes lies a gothic duvet cover set- black, decorated with skulls and roses. The pillowcases are blanketed by red silk cases, the kind that remind you of the Vampire Diaries.

I inhale, praying to myself that I wasn't placed with some stuckup rich twat.

It's clear my roommate has came, dumped her stuff, and left. And when I say dumped, I mean dumped.

"Sin? I'm talking to you, you asshole."

I jump. "Sorry, I was in my own little world, what's up?"

"I'm ready. Rhiannon and Brandon are outside. Apparently they've gotta pick up the others though?"

"Others?" I respond, my mind hazy.

She rolls her eyes. "God, you're so stupid. Grab my suitcase and I'll refresh your mind in the car."

"You're not coming in my car." I laugh.

She smirks. "Yes I am, seeing as Rhiannon and Brandon have to grab the others."

"Again, what others?"

"Again, I'll tell you, but only in the car!" Catalina responds, her voice highlighting the last three words.

I sigh, grab her suitcase, then off we go to London.

****
The others were Taylor and Annabel. Whilst young, they appear to be a massive hit with my friends.

"Okay, so, we know it sucks, but this apartment we got is actually only 2 bedrooms. We can have girls in one and boys in the other, it's not an issue, it's just a bit of a squeeze."

Catalina folds her arm. "Rhi, the whole point of a hen do is to get away from your future husband."

"Yeah, well, we're in two different rooms. That counts."

I chuckle. "You two are obsessed. Right, which one is us boys room then?"

"Well we get the nicer room, obviously. So let Rhiannon decide." Catalina responds with her classic eye roll, looking at me as if I had said the most bizarre thing she has ever heard.

When the rooms are sorted, we all get ready for our separate nights out. Taylor and Brandon take forever, using the fact its December as an excuse to change their outfit every two seconds. It's fine, there is a winter theme to our night out anyway, but you'd think they were a group of teenage girls at this rate.

I head into the kitchen area to grab myself some toast and a glass of water, but sadly the toaster already appears to be preoccupied.

I open a cupboard, desperately searching for some Nutella. We're here for three nights, so surely someone brought some Nutella.

"What are you looking for, dickface? I'm wearing airpods and I can still hear you banging about."

For fucks sake. I turn around and there she is, of course she's there. Her curls are pulled into two tight space buns, with a red flick of eyeliner on either eye. She's wearing a tight green skirt, something out of her comfort zone, with a black corset top and a leather jacket. Paired with this outfit is of course the bracelet her mum got her and knee high boots.

"Nutella. I want toast."

She giggles, "That's a shame. I'm making some for me, so come back later."

"You're in a good mood. What are you listening to?"

"Artic Monkeys." She responds, checking the toaster once more.

I raise my eyebrows. "Didn't think you were an indie chick."

"It's been a while, Sin, there's a lot you don't know about me."

"Well, if you're going to be living with me, we can have a nice friendly catchup, can't we?"

Catalina's face drops slightly, before she smiles, grabbing her toast. She goes to walk off, then hesitates, before walking towards me.

"What are you doing?" I ask, feeling nerves dancing up and down my spine, my head getting clammy, as she inches closer.

She puts her finger to my lip, the red nail varnish telling me to be silent.

"We tried to be friends with each-other once, Sin. And just look at how that turned out." Lina whispers, her green eyes staring into my soul.

I gulp, wondering what she's playing at, but knowing she's right.

Catalina removes her finger, takes a step back, turns around then leaves without a word.

"Give me a chance, Catalina. I'm a good friend, I promise." I tell her, desperate for the awkward tension in my sleeping area to be resolved.

She pauses, then bites her lip. "Fine, Sin. We can be.. friends," the word rolls off her tongue like shes eating a sour sweet, "now please let me listen to my music."

I grab the red paintbrush. "I'm helping." I tell her loudly, ensuring she can hear me over her music.

Cat's eyes scan me from the top, to the bottom, back to the top.

"Fine."

Forcefully shaking my head, praying to be rid of the constant memories on repeat in my mind, I grab some bread and chuck it in the toaster.

Tonight's going to be a good night.

I can feel it.