knock knock

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? "hey y/n i heard about everything. are you okay?"

you knew that voice and you were torn. that voice that voice of a fucking angel, a grammy award winging artist, and the voice of your ex. he said he would always be here for you but now that he is here do you want to let him in.

"come in joshie"

he walks up you your bed and you lift the blanket signaling that you wanted him to come and cuddle you. you just didn't want to feel alone anymore. before you had ethan and then a little baby in you to keep you company but all that's gone. he wraps his hands around your waist and you gasp in pain and push him as an instinct.

"oh my god in so sorry y/n i didn't know you were hurt there. i just assumes someone hit you i didn't know you are bleeding."
"no it's okay really i'm fine it just was a sudden pain. you didn't mean to do that."
"i'm so sorry i would never hurt you in purpose. you know that"
"haha i know you only ever like really hurt me one and like we both fell off of the playground so we're kinda even."
"oh i remember that. yea sorry i landed like right on top of you but like we should have listened when they said 6-12 years old huh."
"yea fatass that hurt."
"well it hurt a helluva lot less when i fell for you."

you laugh and cuddle more into him.

nurse: "visiting hours are now over"

josh gets up and gives you a kiss on the cheek and leaves.

'do i still like josh or am i just lonely right now. fuck it i don't want to be alone.'

you lay back and try to sleep. you can't help but toss and turn but with each turn you feel pain and so you just sit up and go onto your laptop.

'y/n you know you should do this. i know but still.'

you pull up your video with ethan and read the comments. most of them are full of love but some just hurt you a little too hard. you reach over and grab your phone.

'who to call. ethan or josh. god i should call either of them but i don't want to be alone.'

"miss y/n you must get some rest."
"okay thank you nurse."

you try to sleep but just lay there staring at the ceiling until your eyes get so heavy you fall asleep.

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