Liz's p.o.v.
Well this is awkward. I'm sitting here at the table alone with Tom who won't even look at me.
"How have you been?" I tried to make conversation with him.
"Fine" he mumbled into the table.
"What have you been up to?" I try again a few minutes later.
"Writing stuff," This is FUN.
"What kind of stuff?"
"Music…" Thank you Captain Obvious! What's the point in trying to talk to someone when they are like this, God I hate quite Tom. I sat there fiddling with my ring for a few minutes.
"Tom," I looked right at him. "Look at me Fletcher." I couldn't take it anymore. He slowly looked up from his hands. "I don't know what your problem with me is, I have tried to talk to you but you don't talk back. I am done trying. Enjoy your night Fletcher." I stood up and left club.
Danny's p.o.v
Later that night Tom and I were laying on our beds watching TV. I had finally managed to get away from Harry and Dougie who wanted to know what I had been talking to Andrew about. I told them that he had wanted to make sure that everything was ok with me and Liz even though we had talked about an entirely different subject. Well kind of, we did talk about Liz but not about me.
"What do you remember about Liz?" I said looking over at Tom.
"I remember that we used to hangout with her a lot" I nodded for him to continue.
"Her and Harry were really close." I nodded again.
"She was mad at me."
"Why?"
"I think it was when we moved…it had to do with boxes, but I think there was something else too." I nodded remembering the day with the boxes.
"Um…She left." He frowned, "that's all I remember, why?"
"No reason, just wondering." I turned back to the TV sighing.
Sorry its short, i would have made it longer but seeing as though the whole thing is already written i couldnt do much to make it longer. I'm going to try to update my other fic soon...i didnt forget about it, ive just been really busy with school.
