Easy As It Seems: A Y/N x Ace Frehley Story

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I reached my house, walking up the stairs and lying on my bed. There were still unanswered calls and voicemails from Ace but I didn't feel up to talking to him. I knew it was right, that Gene was right and Ace could do so much better than me. But it still hurt to know Ace felt that way too. Letting out a shuddery sigh, I closed my eyes and did my best to drop off to sleep.

I woke up with my heart aching just as much but decided I should finally look at the messages. 

Ace: I'm in the dressing room if u want to come find me!

Ace: Haven't seen you, did you go home??

Ace: I saw you in the audience but I can't find u backstage, are you okay??

There were more messages getting increasingly more worried before I looked at the last one.

Ace: I saw Peter, he said you were upset so he took you home, what happened? Please call me when you can, I'm worried about you

The voicemails were just more of the same, him asking me where I had gone before the final one had him almost tearfully begging for me to tell me what was wrong so he could help me. With a sigh, I dialed his number and waited. To my surprise, he answered almost instantly, even though he usually got so drunk after shows he was passed out until the afternoon, from what I've heard.

Ace: Y/N! Are you okay?! What happened last night, I was so worried!

I closed my eyes, almost wishing I hadn't called. Hearing his voice again hurt now that I knew he realized he could do better and that things wouldn't last. 

"Ace...you don't have to...to settle for me," I said in a soft voice.

He inhaled sharply and there was a pause before he responded.

Ace: Y/N can I...can I come and talk to you? In person?

"If you'd like to," I said listlessly. "I'll send you my address and I suppose I'll see you in a bit. Goodbye," I murmured, hanging up before he could say anything else. 

Barely an hour later there was a knock at my door and I almost reluctantly pulled it open. Ace immediately wrapped me in his arms, kissing me on the forehead, and I could feel him trembling.

"Oh Y/N I was so worried! I-I saw you while I was onstage but then I couldn't find you backstage and you weren't answering any calls or texts I was terrified something happened to you but then I saw Peter and he said he found you crying and he took you home and he seemed like he was mad at me, are you okay?" he babbled in a rush.

"Please don't feel like you have to settle for me," I said sadly, ignoring most of what he said. "You can do better, go do better for yourself," I said.

A frown flickered across his face and he put a hand on my cheek, lifting my face toward his.

"Y/N...Y/N did you overhear a conversation between me and Gene?" he asked.

I bit down on my lip, looking at the ground. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to eavesdrop. I just didn't want to interrupt so I waited and then I overheard. It's okay, it's okay you feel you can do better. You don't need to settle for me," I whispered.

He hooked his pinky under my chin, lifting my face toward his. "Y/N, listen to me," he said in a firm voice. "You didn't hear what I told Gene. I told him that if that was the life he wanted to live, then he could live it. But that I wasn't settling for you. If anything, you're the one who's settling for me. You're perfect, Y/N. I love you." 

I looked at him in surprise. "You...you what?" I asked.

"I love you!" he said again. "Gosh Y/N I love you so, so much, you're perfect, I'm so lucky to have met you and I'm so sorry I hurt you last night." 

I let out a stunned laugh, throwing my arms around him. "Oh, Ace! I love you too," I murmured, face buried in his chest. 

Giggling, he tucked my hair behind my ear, kissing me. I melted into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck. His arms encircled my waist as he nearly lifted me off my feet, lips pressed firmly against mine. I never wanted the embrace to end, I wanted to stand there locked in the kiss forever, and a small part of me wanted to go even further, but I knew I wasn't quite ready for that. At last, we broke apart. 

"You love me?" I asked, and he nodded. "I love you so, so much. Ever since our conversation in the record store I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I love you, I want to be with you, be your boyfriend if you'd let me," he said breathlessly.

My heart was fluttering and I gave him a smile, arms around his shoulders as I rested my head on his chest. "I would like that very much." 

"Me too," he said, kissing me again.