Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 1351

Author's Note: This is based off the song Selfish by Asia Cruise!

You checked the time again. It was now eleven, five hours after Tyler said that he was going to come home so that the two of you could go out to dinner together. He had spent most of the day at an event, promoting the upcoming album with Josh. He had told you that he wouldn't be gone for more than a few hours, but evidently that wasn't the case.

The front door swung open and Tyler stepped inside, closing the door softly behind him. You sat up to look at him, crossing your arms while you did so. Your hair was still done and you hadn't bothered to change out of your nice clothes yet in the hopes he would still get home in time for you two to get dinner.

"Look who finally decided to come home," you said, not even bothering to hear his side of the story.

"I got caught up talking with important people," he retorted.

"Did you remember that we had dinner plans tonight?"

"Yeah."

"So what? You were just going to let me wait for you all night?"

"Like I said, I got caught up with important people. I didn't know how long it was going to take."

"You were gone for five extra hours, Tyler! Were they really more important than the dinner plans that we've had for weeks?"

"Considering I've had this event on the calendar for months, I would say that trumps the dinner plans."

You sighed and pushed your hair back from your face. The two of you had been like this for months now: fighting constantly about even the smallest of things. Tyler kept putting everything else above you, and both of you refused to be wrong. You were finally reaching your breaking point.

"So are you just done caring about me?" you finally snapped.

Tyler turned to you with a look of total confusion on his face, "Where did you get that idea?"

"Don't act like it isn't obvious. Recently it's been all about your music, even if that's at my expense."

"Of course it's been all about my music recently, Y/N, it's my career."

"I understand that, but it seems like you're just doing your own thing and not letting me in on any of it. We're in a relationship, you know, and that requires just as much effort as a career."

"We've been dating for over two years, do we really still need to go on dates?"

You had tried to avoid raising your voice up until this point, but with Tyler's comments it was getting increasingly difficult. As much as you didn't want to turn this into a screaming match, it seemed like that was the way it was going.

"Yes we need to go on dates! I can't believe you even had to ask that."

"I don't understand you, Y/N. You say you want me to live me dreams and then you tell me that I don't care about you at all."

"I do want you to live your dreams, Tyler. But when living your dreams becomes skipping out on plans and then blaming me for getting mad, it starts to seem like you only care about yourself."

"You know that isn't true."

"Do I? Because every time you upset me, you never apologize no matter how badly you hurt me."

"That's because it's never my fault."

"This is exactly what I'm talking about! You never listen! That's it. I'm done."

You got up from the couch and stormed towards the stairs.

"What do you mean you're done? With this conversation?"

You stopped at the bottom of the stairs and turned to face him, "No. I'm done with this relationship," you hissed.

"Where are you going to go?" he called after you.

"Doesn't matter," you answered as you stomped up the stairs.

You walked into the closet and began to pull all of your clothes out. Tyler followed you upstairs and leaned against the doorframe, watching as you threw one thing after another onto the growing pile.

"You're really serious about this?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm serious. I don't joke about these things, Tyler."

"You're really going to throw away our entire relationship because I came home late?"

"This is exactly my issue with you! You think this fight is only because of what happened tonight but it isn't. You're just proving my point that you're selfish and don't listen to a thing I say. That's why I'm ending the relationship."

Tyler sighed. It was evident that he didn't agree with what you were saying, despite the fact that you had repeated your point numerous times.

"I just don't get it, Y/N."

"I know you don't."

You looked over the closet one more time to make sure that you had gotten all of your clothes. Tyler watched as you picked up the pile and pushed past him into the bedroom.

"Really, Y/N, where are you going to go?"

"What has made you suddenly start caring? Has the guilt of how you treated me started to sink in already?"

"I just don't want you to be in danger."

"Yeah, right. You just don't want to be marked responsible if something happens to me. I know how you are, Tyler."

You had to stand on your toes to get your suitcase down from the top shelf of the closet. Normally you would ask Tyler for help, but you weren't really in a position to do that right now. He watched as you nearly dropped the bag directly onto your face.

"That's not the case."

"Can you just shut up for five minutes? I've made up my mind and I'm leaving. Pretending like you suddenly care isn't going to change that, alright?"

You picked up your phone and sent a text to your friend. If you remembered correctly, she was in the city for a convention and would most likely have a hotel room. That would get you through the night, at least.

"Whatever you say," he grumbled before walking out of the room.

You were relieved to finally be alone. All you wanted to focus on was packing up your things and getting out of the house as soon as possible. The reality of the situation would hit you soon enough, and you didn't want to be around Tyler when that inevitably happened.

It took you about forty-five minutes to fully pack up your things. Tyler hadn't bothered you again during that time, having finally taken the hint that you were done talking about the situation. You had somehow managed to fit everything into three suitcases, which you knew was going to be a pain to get down the stairs.

Tyler was on the couch watching TV downstairs. You tried to be as quiet as possible as you carried your suitcases down the stairs, more because you didn't want him to see you struggling than you trying to be sneaky. He must have still heard you, because he turned to look at you when you were about halfway down the stairs.

"Done already?"

"I only had to pack my clothes and a few other things with sentimental value."

"What about everything else?"

"Keep it. You bought most of it anyway."

"If you say so."

You wheeled your things over towards the door. Tyler didn't get up to help, although you hadn't really expected him to.

You paused before you walked out the front door, "I'm sorry this is what it came to."

"Yeah, I'm sorry too."

You nodded before stepping outside, suitcases in tow, and closing the front door. It felt weird to hear an actual apology come out of Tyler's mouth, but at least you had been able to hear him say it once. It helped to lessen the pain a bit.

You threw your suitcases in the back of your car before hopping in the front seat. Your friend had texted saying that she had a couch in her hotel room for you to sleep on, so that's where you were heading.

It was time to do things your way.