Half an hour had passed and I was still stuck pasting the Brady flat with my footsteps. Hoping to stand my ground I decided to storm up the stairs, and barge into Brendan's room only to be stopped by the sound of a phone conversation between him and Cheryl.

"It's none of your business, Chez, it's between me and him! ... No you don't need to, he's gone now, so there's no point ... Sure, assume I've done something wrong! Cheryl don't you dare! Chez!" and that was it. The phone call ended.

Only for my phone to ring.

Cheryl.

Before I could reject the call, the door swung open and I was faced with a scruffy looking Brendan, shirtless but still baring clothes on his lower half.

"Wh ... What are you doing here?"

Showing him I wasn't going anywhere, I replied "I, er, Need a pillow, your sofa's rock solid"

Still looking surprised to see me, he walked over to his bed, picked up a pillow and threw it in my face, before attempting to close the door.

I wasn't having any of that.

"Brendan!" I yelled, jamming my foot in the door.

"Why are you here, Steven? Seriously?"

"I ... I don't really know" I replied, attempting not to get distracted by his bare chest.

Noticing my discomfort, he grabbed his shirt and started to fasten it, before saying,

"Can't you just take the hint? Piss off will ya!"

Before he could reach for the door, I forced myself into the room, shutting it behind me. Still facing the door, I quickly demanded

"Not until you admit you still want me"

I was getting desperate now. I had been telling myself for so long how I don't love him, that I have begun to do the exact opposite, and now he won't admit he loves me as well, I'm starting to panic. It's silly, really, I've tried so hard to get rid of this ... This whatever it is, that when it comes down to it I can't bring myself to do it. Taking silence as a yes, I turned to face him, noticing that he was looking down at his feet.

"You see, you won't even deny it ..." I whispered with anger, moving my face closer to his.

He then looked up at me, eyes refusing to give into temptation and turned away, only for me to follow.

"Just say you do or you don't, Brendan, and this all be over!"

"I can't ..." he replied, abnormally weakly.

"Why not? You're just creating a bigger deal than ..."

"It's not that simple, I say I do, get you back and hurt you again, I say I don't I lose you right there and then."

"... So you're scared of losing me?"

Silence.

"Not saying anything, Brendan, isn't exactly keeping me close is it?"

Silence.

"Brendan! Are you even listening to me? We can't ignore each other in the village, we can't just be friends, what can we do? ... BRENDAN?"

Still silence.

Staying quiet for a few seconds, I placed my hand on his shoulder, moving closer to his larger build. He slowly turned around, before cupping my cheek with his hand. Moving my hand up to his I closed my eyes, feeling his touch knot my stomach. He placed his forehead to mine, inhaling heavily, and held my hand with his vacant one. After a few minutes, I opened my eyes, to see his tightly shut, baring tears on his cheek. I slowly brought my hand to wipe them away, gaining a kiss to the forehead in return.

We held this embrace for god knows how long before it was broken. He pulled away, and placing his index finger in his mouth, he chewed his nail and avoided my gaze. I stood inches away from him, still feeling the warmth of his touch against my chest.

I was still taken aback by what had just happened, unable to move or speak. His arms as they gripped me for dear life, the smell of his cologne, one I've craved for so long, the way he looked at me, just, everything.

"Sorry" he whispered, voice breaking ever so slightly.

"What for?"

"We shouldn't have ... I shouldn't have done that ..." he turned to face me, eyes raw from tears.

"Shouldn't we have?" I questioned, moving my hands to grip is half buttoned shirt, smiling,"Felt right to me ..."

He smiled in return, before pushing my hands away.

"No, I'm sorry but no, Steven!" he said, expression turning stern.

He made his way over to the bedroom door, me grabbing onto his arm in a weak attempt to stop him. Shrugging me off he grabbed his jacket that was placed on the back of the door handle, and in the spur of the moment I decided to rugby tackle him to the ground, and as I caught him out I the blue I was able to pin his arms to the floor, sitting on top of his stomach.

"What the f ... Steven get the hell of of me!" he shouted, attempting to knock me off.

"Look me in the eye and say you don't want me, this, us!" I stuttered.

He froze, all movement of his body stopping and stared into my blood shot eyes, and for a minute I thought he was going to say it, but instead he leant up and kissed me, slowly on the lips. We've kissed a lot, me and Bren, A lot! But this one was ... I don't know, it felt special, like no other kiss we had shared. Any contact between me and Brendan set of fireworks in my head, but to have him so innocently and softly caress my lips, savouring every moment, and lifting his arm to my cheek yet again, holding it gently, stroking it with his thumb.

As the kiss grew more and more aggressive, I broke it off, but kept our heads touching as we gasped for air. I was now sat on top of him, both of us in a similar position only the opposite way around. Thinking he would be angry for putting himself in this situation, I used his shoulder for support and attempted to lift myself off of him, but he grabbed my hands and pulled me back down, causing me to fall on top of him, positioning my head under his. He snaked his arms around me, gripping me tight as if he wasn't planning on letting go, and leaned on the wall next to us, placing his chin above my head and just held me there.

I had never seen Brendan like this, so emotionally vulnerable, we would normally just have a quick shag and be done with it, but neither of us indicated we take it to the bedroom, just enjoyed each others embrace, collecting every scent of one another. I could hear his hear beat fast, gradually slowing down as we sat on the hall way floor. I could have stayed like this forever ...

"Well, isn't this cosy!"

Shooting up at the sound of a voice I was stopped by Brendan's strong embrace, forced to stay there with him, only to look ups and see a very smug looking Joel.

"Fuck off Joel, unless you want another crack!" Brendan implied, voice just as stern as before.

"N'aw, interrupting something was I?"

Brendan jolted towards him, only for my presence to stop him doing anything.

"It isn't you I need to talk to anyway" Joel replied, making me lift my head up in interest.

"What? Me?" I questionned.

"Not just a pretty face then? Doug was getting worried about ya, said you came up here an hour ago and he hasn't seen you since, wanted me to see if you were ok, but I can see everything is ..." he scanned me and Brendan, as our grip loosened "Tip top!"

"Yeah, we'll if that's all?" I asked, wanting to get rid of the cocky bastard.

"... Oh, I see, I'll leave you boys to it" he winked, before descending back down the stairs and slamming the front door behind him.

Now disturbed I lifted my head from below his, and asked.

"What now?"

He sighed, eyes till closed.

"Now we just forget the world, cos frankly reality is a crock of shit." he replied, with no anger to the sound of his voice, just a relaxed vibe.

Hesitating, I planted a gentle kiss on his cheek, and replaced my head to where it previously was, putting my arm under his jacket and around his back, connecting them at the hip. Closing my eyes I allowed myself to drift off to a deep sleep, ignoring all the bad thoughts in my head and replacing them with only good, and ended up having one of the best sleeps I had had in months.

This will be the final chapter, thank you to everyone for reading and all the lovely comments! If i get enough requests I would love to do a sequal, but for now i will leave it as this ;) If anyone has any ideas on where I could take this story dont fret to PM me :)