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Mira: it doesn't matter if you didn't saw the movie, because I will not follow the storyline of the movie. I just copied the idea of living together, while you broke up. The movie doesn't really have a happy ending and I want to write something less angsty and more humor, romance, longing and jealousy. So don't worry.
I hope you all will enjoy this next chapter. And stick with me, even when my English isn't that good.
He couldn't process what just had happened. She was already gone for hours, first he expected her to be gone for the whole evening. What was it this time? Just one of the social gatherings of the higher class, but Robb had called him two hours ago why Arya wasn't there yet. Gendry had made up an excuse, that she didn't feel good. He didn't want them to be worried about her it wouldn't do any good and he knew everyone would blame him, again.
He was pacing through the living room and then sitting on the couch with his face buried in his hands. He didn't really mean the things he had said to Arya earlier and he never thought about breaking up with her before that argument. Well maybe in the beginning, when he didn't feel good enough for her, well he still didn't feel good enough for her, but that's beside the point. He hadn't meant to break up and then she did it for him and that hurt more than he could imagine. She had said it so easy; maybe she already was planning to break up? He shook his head; no she looked too shocked for that.
All the frustration from the past months came out in this one argument, the frustration actually was the problem. He had been so busy with his own company, that he had less time for Arya. Especially with all the troubles Gendry faced with having his own company. He had a lot of orders these past months, maybe more then he could handle, on top of that an employee caused trouble, well actually tried to steal money from the business and he had to manage all of that. Gendry never had to lead other people and he was never a manager or had real management experience and he had to study for that. Arya always supported him, but also had her own work and it seemed like all social events where in this period of the year. That resulted in an Arya with a bad mood, who thought that Gendry left her alone and didn't spend enough time with her. The latter was true, and it also contributed to Gendry's own bad mood. He couldn't even remember the last time they had sex, that was really bad. He just seemed to realize how strained their relation was the past months.
He took a breath and looked up to the clock, it was already eleven o'clock, and his alarm would go of at five. He really should go to bed, but how could he sleep without knowing where Arya was, if she was okay. He wished she would just come home and then he would apologize. He would say that they would go to the Sunday dinner next weekend. He will promise that he will try again, even when it was a lost cause. But he could just sit next to Robb and Arya at dinner and he would be okay. As far away from the scrunching eyes of Eddard Stark, the look of disgust from Catelyn, the murderous look from Jon Snow and he immediately knew why he hated those dinners. He mentally slapped himself, just do it for Arya, don't talk yourself out of it.
He smiled then, that would work. He would apologize, go to a dinner and have good make up sex and everything would be fine again. His mood brightened instantly and a small smile formed on his lips. The only problem was that Arya wasn't there. He should go look for her; there were a few places where she could be that he knew of. He got of off the couch and just reached the hallway when the front door burst open. Arya walked inside and hit the door, he cringed her mood obviously hadn't brightened. Her eyes narrowed at him and he couldn't remember a time that she looked so angry at him, angry wasn't even the good word to describe it. He never had seen Arya with such a look, so cruel and hateful. He wanted to apologize and just opened his mouth to speak, but Arya beat him to it.
"Don't you stand there looking at me with that stupid look."
He ignored the venom in her voice and his temper started to flare up within him. How could she react that way, as if it meant nothing, as if he meant nothing. She passed him and made her way to the kitchen. No explanation, nothing. He could feel his own mood darken, she had disappeared and he had worried sick for two hours and now she just walked by and said nothing. He shouldn't react on his temper, but she just infuriated him so much. 'Where have you been? You weren't at your parent's house. Robb called to ask where you've been."
"It's none of your business," there was a small silence and then she continued, "since we're not together anymore."
He looked how she casually drank a glass of water and the thought of an apology already had left his mind. That was it, she made it official. He wondered where it went wrong in the past couple of hours, where it went wrong in their argument. Nut it actually already went wrong for a longer time, it was not just today, it seems like after today it was just too much. So why was he still surprised that it happened? He didn't know if he was prepared for this and what should they do now? The past couple of years were relatively stable and now everything was going to change. He couldn't really believe it for himself yet. It felt all just like a dream, or maybe more a nightmare. He didn't say anything and turned around, before he would lash at her again. He now knew she was save and maybe she would cool down later, maybe she just needed more time. But when he thought about their relationship, he could see that it was doomed from the beginning. Like they both had said, it just doesn't work.
He just wanted to sleep now, he was tired of all the feelings of today, all those emotions tired him out. He undressed himself and put on sweatpants and wanted to go into bed when he heard a noise behind him.
"You're not going to sleep here."
He immediately turned around, "wha-WHAT!?" He look incredulously at her, "It's my bed!"
She shook her head, "We broke up and I'm not going to sleep next to you."
"Well if you have a problem with that m'lady, why don't you sleep on the couch?" He had to keep his own emotions in hand. He remembered a discussion from years ago. He wouldn't let her sleep on the couch then, she could have his bed. She off course didn't accept that. He had won that argument after some bickering; he ended up on the couch. He had an idea that tonight he would lose the argument and again would end up on the couch. More because of all the sentiment, emotions and memories that reminded him about their good times, there were so many good times to.
She had an evil smirk and it felt as if she was looking him down, "And since when do you let a lady sleep on the couch?"
His eyes widened, she always denied that she was a lady. She never even used it in her advantage in an argument, up until now. "You are no lady."
"You always call me that." She opened the closet and pulled his clothes out of it, "Most of the stuff in here is mine, so from now on this is my room, my own space." Then she pushed a basket in his hands, in which she had put his clothes or at least the most of it.
"You can't just throw me out OUR room! It's just as much mine as it's yours."
"Well as you can see I can," she pushed him out the door and he was still to dumbstruck to fight her. "The couch is yours."
He then looked at the small woman in front of him, "If the bedroom is your area, then the living room is mine and you're not allowed there." Now there was also venom in his voice, he finally caught up to her level.
"Fine," she snapped at him and pushed some blankets in his hands that she just got out of the closet. She turned around and walked to the bed. She grabbed his pillow and then threw it at his face.
He looked angry at her after the pillow had hit his face and fell to the ground. "Thank you," is it normal that your voice sounds deeper and gruffer when you're angry? He holds the basket in one hand and the pillow and blanket in the other and stormed through the hallway to the living room. He heard the bedroom door slammed shut.
He made the couch and finally lied down; he was even more tired if that was possible. The problem was that he couldn't get comfortable on the couch. He was too long and his lower legs dangled over the edge of the couch. He kept turning and he just couldn't get to sleep. He wondered why he couldn't sleep now, while he sometimes while watching TV fell asleep in an instance, even when he didn't want to. It just wasn't fair and Arya probably had a great sleep in the comfortable big bad. After any other argument he would have come back to bed, begged for forgiveness and apologize. But this was different and he feared for his life, would he try to come into the bed for her. She really looked murderous, even more then Jon Snow and he thought that wasn't even possible.
The next morning he woke with a terrible ache in his back and neck. He wondered how long it would take before he could share the big bed again, but maybe he should change that and wonder how long it would take before they moved out and he could have a bed for his own again.