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The clock on the wall ticked on and hours passed before you'd had enough of waiting and scraped the dinner you'd spent all day on into the trashcan. Trevor was late again it was the fourth time this week, he'd walk in, mumble an overused excuse, repeat the same 'i'm sorry it won't happen again' and then go straight to bed. Just as you dumped the last piece of broccoli into the trash Trevor stood in the kitchen door fame and watched you.

"What a waste of good broccoli," He smirked and slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
"You wouldn't know, you're never here to eat it." The words flew out of your mouth.
"I'm sorry okay? It won't happen again," Ashton peered down at his phone.
"But it will happen again because it happens every fucking week Trevor," You loaded the dishes into the dishwasher.
"Okay I'm sorry that I work my butt off to pay for this house, your car and even the fucking broccoli," He was pretty heated now.
"It's not about the money Trev, it's about you not even bothering to make the tiniest amount of time for me," You practically slammed the fridge door.
"I'm fucking here right now and all you're doing is picking a fight with me," Trevor yelled at the top of his voice.
"You know exactly what I mean," You glared at him.
"You has gotten huge lately, I have bigger commitments now. Did you honestly expect me to turn down going to the Award Shows just so I could stay at home and watch Netflix with you?" The words pierced through you like a knife.

You didn't reply right away instead you put all the clean plates away and busied yourself so you wouldn't have to look at him. He wasn't the person you'd fallen in love with, he was an egotistical asshole.

"Sure you're Trevor fucking Moran, the whole world knows who you are. But I don't, not anymore." You quickly wiped away a tear that had started to trickle down your cheek and ran out of the room.