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Rory knew he fucked up.
He knew for years that he had fucked up by cheating on you but watching them sing to a crowd of thousands, cheering for him like he's a god as Rory just stands amongst them? Fuck, it hurt. What hurt more was the song you is singing because he knows it's the song you wrote when they first broke up.
The lights are too bright, the music is too loud and everything hurts his head since he's always practically hung over but all he can do is stare at you. He looks a million times hotter now, dressed in rockstar clothing and makeup as he screams into the microphone. There's a guy with long red hair going nuts on the drums, a dark haired man on the guitar and someone wearing a mask on the base.
And you is happy.
Before he knows it, Rory has found his way into the back stage after the concert. He's a slippery bastard, nothing ever getting past him. He's in the changeroom- you's changeroom, looking around. Fuck, it even smells like them and suddenly, the door opens and there you stands, staring at him.
"Fuck."
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