one-shots || bughead + sprousehart

"breathe with me, hon." pt. 1 - sprousehart

[i know they broke up but in my heart they didn't.]

I noticed it all during the night. His leg twitching, his fingers running over my sides, his muscles tensing. He had been awake most of the night, turning and twisting until it tired him out so heavily that he finally fell asleep.

He had anxiety coursing through his veins. "Sweetheart.." I finally whispered, waking up somewhere around 4 am, needing to help him.

He had awakened once again, and his body was restlessly moving around. "Go back to sleep." He whispered, his lips connection with my hair and stroking the skin on my stomach.

"Something's on your mind." I murmured, turning myself so I could face him. His eyes were moving rapidly and I could feel his heart beating through his chest.

"Just go back to sleep." His eyes filled with an edge of water as he tried to close my eyes.

"No, I'm not going back to sleep. You're not alright, and I need to know what's going on." I moved my hand to turn on the light beside our bed, my eyes still staring into his.

"Tell me Cole." I ordered, my hands cupping his cheek.

"Lil, please.."

"Cole." He inhaled sharply, turning to face me completely.

"I don't know, it's everything and it's nothing and it's just my head making things bigger than they are. I don't want to keep you up hon, you should get rest, I'll be fine." My face softened and I laid my hand on his cheek.

"Come, get up." I whispered, standing up and gently pulling him with me. He frowned, attempting to pull me back. "Trust me."

He grumbled some words but got up anyway. I pulled one of his sweaters over my head and made sure he put a vest on before taking his hand again.

"You need your rest, hon, we should go back."

"Hush." I told him and lead him up the stairs until we're on the top floor of the building.

"Lil, where-" He stopped talking when I opened the door and a gust of wind blew in our faces. "We're on the roof."

"I know." I giggled and pulled him outside. The cold wind made me shiver and he pulled me flush against him. "Lay down." I whispered by his ear.

"We're on the roof, I'm not going to—" I broke his sentence.

"Lay down." As I laid down myself first, he made some gruffly noises before laying beside me. As soon as he was looking up at the sky I could hear a small breath of relief roll over his lips.

"It's pretty, isn't it?"

"I like the stars," He told me.

I shot him a small smile, "I know."

"They inspire me, you know."

"Yes," I laughed, "I know."

"But, get this," He threw.

"What?"

"The stars themselves, don't inspire me."

"Hmm?"

"It's who makes me curious about those stars," He said and suddenly I could feel his eyes on me, "It's the one who gave me the courage to look up at the sky and wonder."

"And who would that be?"

"You." A grin fell over his lips, and it warmed my heart. "Thanks for taking me here."

"You weren't okay, Cole, and I'm here for you. You're not alone anymore." My hand fell on top of his and our fingers laced together.

"I love you." He whispered, pulling me against him and pressing a gentle kiss on my lips.