Ok, this is another of my standalone fics that was originally written as a Linkin Park one, but I've changed the names to make it fit.

Disclaimer: Don't know or own Westlife, their families, friends, their management, or record companies. It's all in my head!
Slash.
Rating: NC-13


Why Do You Hate Me?


“Why do you hate me?”
“I don’t!”
“Well, you sure have a funny way of showing it!”
“I’m sorry.”
“Do you even know what you’re saying sorry for?”
“No.”
“Come on, think!”
“I… I…”
“Why are you always avoiding me?”
“I don’t.”
“You do and you know it!”
“I’m not doing it on purpose.”
“Sure you are!”
“Whatever.”
“Why do you always refuse to room with me when we get to hotels?”
“I don’t!”
“Yes you fucking do!”
“I don’t know… maybe I wasn’t thinking about my choices.”
“Sure! Why do you always ignore me when I talk to you?”
“Am I ignoring you now?”
“That’s different!”
“How?”
“It just is! Why?”
“I don’t know… I…”
“This is hopeless. Have I done something wrong?”
“No.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes.”
“So why do you always make me feel like I have?”
“I don’t mean to.”
“I wish you’d talk to me. I can’t help you if you don’t!”
“I’m talking to you now, aren’t I?”
“You know what I mean! What about photo shoots?”
“What about them?”
“Why do you always place Kian between us, so you’re not stood next to me?”
“I didn’t!”
“You did!”
“I dunno, maybe I wanted to stand next to Kian!”
“That’s pathetic. Ok, what about the interview yesterday? What was that all about?”
“The album?”
“No, you asshole! Every time someone asks who your best friend within the band is, you say me. But yesterday, you said Nicky. Am I not your best friend, no more?”
“You all are!”
“So why didn’t you just say that?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know a right lot, really, do you?”
“No.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Doing what?”
“Pushing me away!”
“I’m not!”
“You could have fooled me!”
“You wouldn’t understand!”
“What wouldn’t I understand?”
“Why I cant stand to be around you!”
“So you admit it, then?”
“Yes, but I don’t hate you. It’s not that!”
“Then what is it?”
“I can’t tell you?”
“Why?”
”I just can’t.”
“Why?”
“It’s complicated!”
“Try me!”
“Not yet.”
“Ok, I’m sick of this, Mark. When you finally decide you wanna talk to me, come and find me. I wanna help. I wanna be your friend but you won’t let me. When you change your mind, you know where I am!”
“Don’t go. I can’t be around you because I’m in love with you, Bryan.”
But it’s too late.
He already left.

SO... WHAT DID YOU THINK? :unsure:

All of us say things when it's already to late, don't we?
That's sad.

Good fic! Makes you think about it.
I wish we could all tell what we want to tell without any fears. But there is just no chance we did.