Forty

                                    

                                          
A/N:Phew. So like don't be mad buttttt...
-Noah-
I cursed as I closed my bedroom door, I was trying to not think about the fact that she was in Nick's bathroom naked; with him. 
"They aren't fucking doing anything idiot." I spoke to myself as I gripped tightly onto my bathroom counter, I sighed before I ripped my shirt over my head, it was covered in blood and wet from earlier. Chucking it onto the floor, it was followed by my pants and underwear. I turned the shower on, getting in to wash away the blood and hopefully the anger inside of me. 
I couldn't believe I said that shit to her, it was out of line. I knew she wasn't lying on purpose, she was trying to protect herself. She was so used to keeping everything a secret; half the time I don't even think she remembers something's until it just falls out of her mouth. She told me she didn't remember a lot of it, that she tried to block it all out of her mind. 
And I went and fucking accused her of always lying, I don't have a right to be upset with her after I'm keeping my own secrets from her. For her well-being of course, she doesn't need to have something else piled on right now.
All in due time. 
I watched the blood run down the drain as I quickly lathered up my body, the water washing the soapy suds off as I shampooed and conditioned my hair. I smiled, reaching over and picking up her soap bottle, I wondered what she was going to smell like tonight. 
Nick. 
The angry little voice spoke in the back of my head, a scoff falling from my lips as I put her bottle back down. I washed the conditioner out before yanking the door open, grabbing my towel, drying off and wrapping it around my waist as I stepped out of the shower. I brushed my hair, my teeth and did my skincare before walking into my bedroom. 
Her bags were still lined up against the closet, causing me to smile as I saw some of her items scattered around. I think anyone else would be pissed off, having someone's things all over their room. But it didn't bother me, it was hers. I made it an effort that my ex never left any of her stuff around. I didn't want it around, it was cluttered and messy. 
Willow's was different, it wasn't messy and it wasn't cluttered. It made me happy to see her things scattered around, it showed me she was actually here. That I wasn't imagining it this time, I grabbed a pair of boxers from my closet, sliding them on before hanging the towel back up in the bathroom to dry. 
I climbed into the bed, sitting up straight against the backboard while turning the tv on. I wasn't going to get any sleep tonight, my mind is going to be overloaded, worried about her, trying to figure out how to apologize to her tomorrow. 
I wonder what they are doing. 
Nothing. They are doing nothing. 
I put Soul Eater on, leaning my head back against the wall. I grabbed my phone off my side table, unlocking it before opening up instagram. I didn't follow many people, but I followed her. I went to her profile just so I could look at her, I scrolled through her feed; she never posted any pictures with Alex or of Alex. I had never realized it until I looked through it now. She had a lot of pictures of Henry and her. There were comments under a lot of her pictures telling her how pretty she was, there were also ones asking her what it was like being friends with Nick and I. Her replies tended to be something sarcastic, every now and then she'd give an answer I knew was from her heart. I kept scrolling and eventually I came across images of Nick and I on her feed. They were old, but they were there. It brought a smile to my face when I saw one of just her and I. It was from the 10 year tour.