TRIGGER WARNING: DRUGS and ALCOHOL
I looked to the big window in the front room, and found Y/N there, wearing some guy's shirt, hugging her legs with one arm, her shoulders shaking as a small cloud of what smelled like weed floated around her.
It was truly a sight, especially given she was wearing her pajama shorts, which weren't exactly the piece of clothing that covered more, but I frowned, figuring her shoulders weren't shaking as she laughed.
I approached her calmly, frowning at the blunt in her hand and the nearly empty bottle of vodka on the window sill.
I placed a hand on her shoulder, and she slowly looked up at me, her eyes red and filled with tears.
"You okay there?" I asked uselessly, I already knew she wasn't, but if she wanted to tell me what happened, she would tell me.
"He dumped me." She mumbled as she took another drag, inhaling far deeper than I would have recommended, before releasing the smoke, clumsily reaching for the vodka and taking a rather large gulp. "He dumped me because mommy dearest didn't want him to date someone who has piercings and tattoos and dyes her hair. Apparently, she doesn't think I'm worthy of her son."
I rolled my eyes at this.
"Good riddance honestly. He was a bit of an asshole if you ask me." I said softly and she let out a teary laugh.
"You only say that because he beat you at monopoly."
I rolled my eyes, sitting in front of her and reaching for her blunt, to which she hissed at me.
"Protective much?" I asked sarcastically.
"This is my painkiller. Keep your hands away from it." She warned seriously as she took another drag and blew the smoke on my face, making me narrow my eyes.
"You absolute loser." I teased and she shook her head lightly. I was nearly smiling at the fact that she wasn't crying anymore.
"Don't call me a loser, I just went through a breakup."
"Yeah, breaking up with mommy's little baby." I rolled my eyes for her to see and she bit her lip.
"Well, mommy's baby or not, still dated for a while, and it was getting serious. We were thinking of moving in together." She said softly as she took another gulp of the bottle, finishing it. "Well, that's done."
"Moving in? What about little old Calum over here? Doomed to roam this Earth alone aimlessly?"
"You'd just go and live with one of the guys, stop pouting."
I pulled her into me for a hug, and she adjusted herself, sitting between my legs with her back against my chest.
"Maybe, but living with you is way better."
"Don't butter me up, I'm not doing your chores for the week."
I laughed lightly. "Wouldn't ask you to do them, either." I bent slightly so that my chin was resting on her shoulder, and kissed her cheek. "Do you need anything, sweetheart?"
She shook her head with a sigh. "Can you make him come back to me?" She asked and I shook my head fiercely, before resting my chin on her shoulder again.
"I can't, baby, but I don't think I should either. It's just going to end up being toxic once again. Mommy dearest would just end up making him change his mind again."
"I could dye my hair a more natural color, take off the septum piercing." She said as she fiddled with her locks of royal-blue hair and I huffed.
I grabbed her chin and turned her to face me. "Baby, no changing yourself for that idiot or his mother, either. You're amazing, just the way you are."
"Did you just quote Bruno Mars to me?" She asked softly and I laughed but nodded anyway.
"I guess I did. It made perfect sense for the situation." I defended, as I pulled her into me once more, rounding her waist with my arms. Her arms went on top of mine, as she laid her head back on my shoulder. My heart clenched as I looked at her tear-ridden face, and her puffy, swollen eyes. My heart ached because we looked like a couple, and we could have been one by now if I had not wasted so much time and had let her get with that bastard. I closed my eyes to get rid of these thoughts before I acted on them. It was too soon, she needed her space.
I kissed the top of her head as I settled more comfortably on the windowsill. I just had to wait and see.
(...)
I entered the house and rose an eyebrow when I smelt something delicious. Why was I smelling cookies?
"Y/N, are you okay? Did you fall and hit your head while cleaning the ceiling lamps, again?" I asked out loud as I put my bag down by the sofa.
I trudged into the kitchen, finding Y/N working around the stove, making pancakes, while a batch of delicious-looking cookies cooled on top of the table and another one baked in the oven.
"Why do you always think I've hurt myself when I cook for us?" she asked as she rolled her eyes for me to see. "Take a cookie and tell me how they taste, but be careful they might still be too hot."
"You might still be too hot." I shot back with a roll of my eyes and grabbed a cookie, taking a big bite, which I admittedly regretted, not because they were bad (they were heavenly) but because I burnt myself because the cookies were indeed hot. "Jesus Christ!"
"Are they any good?"
"Heavenly, but you were right, they might still be too hot."
"Told you," she said in a sing-song voice as she flipped over the last pancakes and put them on a plate with all the others. I hugged her from behind and rested my chin on top of her shoulder, giving her a small peck on the cheek before looking down at what she was wearing.
"That's my shirt!" I said as I held on to her a little tighter as she prepared to duck from my arms.
"'That's as in, that was, right?" she asked sheepishly and I laughed.
"I can't even be mad," I turned her around, our chests pressed together, our faces inches apart, "it suits you better than it ever suited me."
"Even if you were mad," she began as her arms wrapped around my neck, "it would change virtually nothing, I wouldn't give you the shirt back."
"Is that so?" I smirked as I crept closer, and she did the same. "Well, if you won't return my shirt, I need something in exchange."
"Like what?" she whispered softly.
"Like this.", I said before I kissed her, and when I came back to myself, she was kissing me back.
