Summary: It's been three years since they've last seen each other. And now that she's back and even sharing an apartment with him, Sasuke Uchiha can't seem to get her out of his head. Why was he even letting her get to him? He knows all too well it shouldn't bother him. Hell, he shouldn't even care. I mean, why should he? He's already engaged.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

He woke up to the loud banging on their apartment door. He groaned, mentally cursing whoever it was outside. All he wanted right now was sleep. His migraine was literally killing him. It was a long day, and the fact that his father only dropped by earlier at work to give him and a few of his workers a good scolding, didn't really help.

He just wanted to sleep it out.

He shifted on his bed as he threw the pillow over his head, convincing himself that if he ignores whoever it was, they'd just go away.

Unfortunately, the banging just got louder by the second.

"Oy teme, I know you're in there! C'mon, open up! I forgot my keys!"

His brows furrowed at the sound of his best friend. That fuckin' idiot. I'm gonna pummel him.

Giving up on trying to get more sleep, he pushed himself off the bed and made his way to the front door. The banging just got louder the closer he got.

"Quit it, dobe! I'm almost there!" He yelled as he rubbed his temples.

When he reached the door and swung it open, the blond greeted him with a half apologetic, half nervous laugh.

"He he. Sorry about that, teme. I was in a rush this morning." He apologised with that idiotic smile on his face, hand scratching the back of his head.

"If you keep forgetting your keys like that, I'm going to have to shove it down your throat." He stated as the blond made his way inside, completely ignoring the fact he was shooting him death glares.

Naruto heard it, of course. He just chose to brush it off. The asshole probably had his reasons.

"Oh c'mon, teme, lighten up! I've got some great news! Remember—"

"Yeah. Whatever. That can wait tomorrow." Sasuke waved him off as he turned on his heel to get back to his room.

"Wha—, WAIT! Stop right there! This is important, asshole! And no, this can't wait tomorrow cause she's moving in tomorrow." Naruto started. "I know I know, I should've told you sooner, but when I woke up this morning, you already left and I only talked to her last nig—" Naruto continued to explain himself.

Apparently, Sasuke stopped paying attention after he heard, "she's moving in tomorrow".

Why the fuck was the idiot going to allow a girl to live with them? Hell, he didn't even have any idea who she was.

"Wait. WHO the fuck is moving in tomorrow?!" He sounded furious.

This caught Naruto by surprise. He held his hands in front of him as he desperately tried to defend himself. "Woah, chill out dude. It's not like she's someone new to both of us. I mean, we both know her pretty well."

He sighed as he leaned against the wall next to his bedroom door, his hand massaging the side of his head. This was frustrating, and his migraine wasn't making anything better.

"Just tell me who the fuck is moving in tomorrow, idiot." He finally said as he glanced at the blonde, waiting for a response.

Naruto smiled.

"Haruno Sakura"

Haruno Sakura.

The name played itself over and over in his head, and suddenly, she was all he could think about.

He was lying on his back, mindlessly staring at the ceiling. His pounding headache was still bothering him, but nothing, fucking nothing could bother him more right now than the thought of Sakura.

He groaned as he pulled the blanket over his head.

He was pissed.

Pissed that his best friend was bringing in that girl to live with them.

Pissed that he'd have to see her every fucking day for the next few weeks.

Pissed that she left them 3 years ago.

Pissed that she broke every promise she made.

Pissed that for the past 2 and a half years she did nothing but ignore him.

But most of all..

He was pissed. Pissed at himself. Pissed that he even bothered to contact her when she didn't even reply. Pissed that he let her mess with his mind. Pissed that after three fucking years, it still bothered him.

He still allowed it to bother him. He still allowed her to mess up his mind and play with his heart.

Hell, why did he even let it frustrate him when he knows too well that he shouldn't be? He shouldn't even think about her. He shouldn't even care.

I mean, why would he when—

BZZZT

His phone vibrated next to him which broke his reverie.

Fr: Karin U.

"Hi babe, I finished work early. Mind if I come over? ;)"

He sighed as he turned his phone off and closed his eyes.

—when he's already engaged.

Author's note: Hi guys! Please go easy on me, okay? I don't really have any background when it comes to writing whatsoever. I'm a med student. Though your comments, suggestions, and reviews would mean so so much to me. I'd really appreciate it if you let me know what you think. :) THANK YOU FOR READING! :D