A/N: So sorry for the late post. School is killing me and I feel so bad that I upload this late. This was the reason I didn't want to start a long fic in the beginning. I just feel bad, that I disappoint you guys. And you really motivate me: all the followers, favorites and replies. So thank you! And please bare with me, I really try. But mid-terms, assignments and my first Halloween happened. I love you all and now I get on with the story! I hope you enjoy!

The headache was almost unbearable and he winced at every sound. The problem was that his workers didn't had the decency to just let him be and ignore his state of mind. Well it's also true that he had crashed at Anguy's house and that more than half of them were with him in the pub last night. That was his Thursday night now, already for a few weeks, since that note that she had left him. From then on he crashed on Anguy's couch, but only on Thursday night, because Anguy's place was a mess, small, it smelled and the coach was even worst then in his own home. He remembered how he broke into tears with the note in the hand, in the middle of the night and totally hammered. Now it was the third Friday that he was hangover at work, luckily he was his own boss.

He still left dinner for her and his hear ached when he saw that she had eaten it, until this morning. He was sitting in his office with a bottle of whiskey. She had thrown it away. He had found the food he left her in the garbage. He wondered if she also had thrown it away the second week, the first probably not, because she had thanked him. They avoided each other almost perfectly, what was kind of impressive since they lived in the same apartment. The last time he had seen her was on Monday and he groaned at the thought of it.

They had scored and he was yelling in victory, like always. It still felt empty, but he had to go on with his normal activities and watching sports was one of them. He had heard the shower before but hadn't paid any mind to it earlier. He only noticed a change when the commercial came up and the lack of sound of running water. He actually had to pee and hoped she was done soon. He stalked to the hallway, there were three doors. The first one of the bathroom, the second of the bedchamber and the third was on the other side that lead to the small hallway to the front door. He wondered if she had been showering longer than normal to piss him of. Because he had said that he had to pee, a minute later the shower was on.

The door of the shower opened and steam came out of the door. He almost wanted to scowled her for that, the fire-alarm could have gone off from the steam. He only lost his voice when he saw her, just with a towel around her body. It was not fair, he already hadn't had sex for a while, so his testosterone level was already high and then she pulled this trick on him. As if she wanted to mock him. His mouth felt slack and he couldn't keep his eyes of her retreating form. He didn't think it could be worse and then she opened the door and dropped the towel. She didn't even had the decency to make it look like an accident, she just smugly pulled it off. Worst of all he was ogling her, off course he was checking her out. She had a beautiful ass, an ass that was his only a few weeks ago. He wished that he could just follow her, beg her to take him back, but he still had some pride left. It was maybe minutes later, the door of the bedroom already closed, the towel still laying on the ground of the floor. He already had forgotten he had to pee. His cock wanted definitely something else than to pee. He then went into the bathroom, he needed a cold shower, now. He didn't knew his frustration could get worse then that night.

The worst part was that his mood had been bad and his workers and friends had noticed. The young workers avoided him, hoping not to get fired. It was too bad that Anguy didn't saw the need for that, just as his other friends. Especially when he got drunk and went out. They kept mocking him, but he knew they did it to lighten his mood. Too bad it didn't work.

"You just have to get laid man. You're so stressed out."

Anguy slept hi on the back, while Thoros was getting another drink for him. Thoros was the best drinking partner in the world, he only kept saying that Gendry resembled an drinking partner of his past and how happy he was he found again such a drinking partner. He always asked who, but Thoros never remembered when he was drunk. Gendry one time had asked about it when Thoros was sober, but his face got pale and he said it was just drunk babbling, nothing more.

He just shrugged and took the beer from Thoros, who joined them again.

"No really man. You are moody all the time and just brooding, it isn't healthy. We maybe should go to the Peach again, just like old times Remember?"

"Yeah I remember and I also remember that we weren't allowed inside again."

"No Tom isn't allowed, we are."

Thoros laughed and agreed with Anguy off course. In this moment Gendry just found it to early after their break up to go to the Peach. Everyone knew what happened at the Peach behind doors and he wasn't planning to go there and he told his friends that much. Anguy just shook his head and signed in defeat. Gendry smirked at that and took another sip of his drink. At the end of the night Thoros and he were plastered and he always wondered how he ended up at Anguy's couch the next morning.

"You can't live like this Gendry."

He rubbed his face and felt the familiar headache."I know, I know."

"But I think you don't know! How long has it been? Three weeks? Four? And you two didn't even made attempts to sell the house. What do you want to do? Is one of you moving out? Are you going to sell it and share the profit and find your own space? You need to do those things Gendry, because living together after a break up is not a good thing. So what do you want?"

He hadn't answered, still more focused on his headache. But Anguy was right, what was shocking. He and Arya both hadn't made any attempts to sell the space or move out, which was strange. He just didn't want to move out, so he should ask Arya if she could move out. She could stay at Robb's place or Sansa's, until she had found something for herself.

Gendry was just not planning on moving out and he could pay the rent hopefully alone and otherwise he could always rent some space, even when there was practically only one bedroom. But he could change the now study room in a bedroom. He couldn't leave this apartment, it was the only home he had ever had. After all orphanages, guesthouses and all people who adopted him for a short time. He just never had a home, until this apartment and maybe Tobho's. But that was also never rally home, just a nice man, who had helped him to get a life.

He wasn't about to move around again, he wasn't about to leave his home. No he would stay in this apartment. He hoped he could buy Arya's share of it and be done with it and then he could get his bedroom back, because it was his. His apartment, his bedroom and his home. And no one could take that away from him.

He was now already afraid, he had to confront Arya, talk to her. Frustrated Gendry wasn't really into the mood of confront her. She would anger him, he knew that much and he was already frustrated, so his anger also would flare, it was inevitable. He wondered when he would see her, so he could confront her. She probably wouldn't be around in the weekend, she never was lately. So it probably would be Monday. He at least had some time to prepare.