(A/N): So I have been on vacation the past few days and in those few days I have gotten 4 requests...I just want you guys to know that I will be posting your requests soon because I am going home tomorrow! But until then, here is a sad af Rylyn story...enjoy???

(this a/n will be deleted after requests are posted)

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Brooklyn-

I love him. I love him so much. I love the way he talks. The way he sings. The way he holds himself. The way he holds me, at night, when no one sees. When I sneak into his room when Harvey isn't home. When I climb into his bed only to cuddle but secretly wanting more.

I love him. I love him so much. I love the way he sneaks kisses when no one is watching. I love when he kisses my forehead, neck, nose, everywhere. When his hands graze my butt, chest, and front. The way he knows that he is teasing me, but he does it anyway.

I love him. I love him so much. I love how sexy he is. How he moans my name. When he pulls my hair. I love how when he is over me he is so dominate, but when he is under me he is a withering mess. How when we are being intimate, his eyes are full of fire and no body can cool it but me.

What I don't love is the sneaking around. I hate going behind the band's back. I hate not being able to hold him whenever I want. Not being able to kiss him whenever I want. How I can't tweet cute things solely about him. Or how I cannot post cute pictures of him on our story.

What I don't love is all the lying. I hate having to lie to my family. "When are you going to find someone special Brooklyn?" I hate lying to the other guys. "Brook is that a hickey?" I hate lying to him. "It doesn't mean anything, we are just friends." I hate lying to myself. "It doesn't mean anything, we are just friends."

There are so many good things that comes with being friends with benfits with Rye. He knows the rights things to say to me when I am sad. He knows how to make me feel safe when I scared. He knows how to make me feel so much pleasure. When I am alone with him, my confidence level soars.

But with the good, comes the bad. I feel so unwanted when he pulls away when someone walks in the room. He makes me feel so ugly when brushes me off when there is people around. He makes me feel so unwanted. Its starting to get bad. Its flaring up my depression. I need a commitment from Rye. I need something to help me feel stable again.

"Rye?" I mumble. We are cuddled up, him the big spoon with I being the little spoon, alone so its now or never.

"Yes baby?" He mumbles in the back of my neck. This causes me to shiver.

"When are we going to make this official?" I ask.

"What?"

"Us, as a couple. When are we going to make it official?" He lets go of me and I turn around to face him.

"Brook, we talked about this from the begining. No commitment. No feelings."

I sit up bringing my knees to my chest. "C'mon Rye, how the fuck was I not suppose to catch feelings. You treat me so good when it is just us. I just want to know if it could be like this all the time."

He sighs before rubbing his eyes then the rest of his face. He mumbles something into his palms before finally looking up to me. "Brook, I like what he have now. Cant we just keep it this way? Its easy."

Frustrated, I stared back at him, "I don't want easy. I want you and I to be together, as boyfriends."

"Its not that simple babe."

I stand up and look for my underwear, "yes it is Ryan, its completely simple." I pull my boxers up and I can feel my chest tighten. Don't cry. "Its either you show commitment, or this arrangement is over. I'm tired of the back and forth feelings you give me. I need something stable."

He stares at me for a second before sitting up, "I dont know what you want me to say to that."

I scoff and roll my eyes, "I want an answer Ryan! All of me or none at all." God, I fucking wished he would have said all of me, or at least something. But, he remained silent and I think thats what hurt me the most. I felt a tear roll down my cheek, but I wiped it away quickly before putting on my shirt. "You know what, forget it. I'm done."

As I walk towards the door Rye finally speaks, "Brooklyn, it is not my fault you like me. I told you not to catch feelings from the beginning."

I whipped my head around real quick. What a dick. Asshole. Fucking prick. "You are piece of shit Ryan Beaumont." He looks down and I make my way out his room and into mine. I look at Jack who was laying down in his bed before crawling up next to him.

"Brookie?" I heard him mumble. His sleepy voice making his accent stronger.

I lay my head down on top of his chest and wrap one of my legs around his waist. "Cuddles," I mumble and he just wraps one of his arms around my waist before falling back to sleep.

I love Rye.

I love Rye so much.

But, I hate sneaking around. I hate all the lies. I especially hate that I fell for Rye knowing he will never feel the same way for me.