Sweethearts (MaleReader x K/DA Ahri)

Chapter 12

***   Ahri POV   ***

The aching in my skull greeted me as soon as I woke up. I reckon it would be bad but I wouldn't really call this a hangover and more because of my lack of sleep. Everything that happened last night is still fresh in my memory.

I tried to make sure I was sober enough to think clearly but... but (Y/N) eyes could tell me that he didn't believe a single thing that I said. That it was all just the alcohol speaking. I don't blame him, I blame myself.

I lift myself as I inspect the room. Shifting uncomfortably in place I twist my mouths to the side as I try to just get my head on straight. Noticing that I am pretty much still in what I was wearing last night I give myself a disgusted and disappointed sigh.

As I throw the covers over me aside, a girl walks into the room. She freezes almost instantly as soon as she sees me, despite my headache I manage a smile.

"Hi... Tracy."

She purses her lips as she lifts her hand, "Hey. Been a while huh?"

I  give a suppressed chuckle, "Ten years."

Tracy then looks me up and down, "My God you must feel groggy as all hell," she then walks up to me, "The shower is in the room across from mine. I'll grab you something to wear in the meantime... want something to drink?"

My heart aches, "No... thank you. I should just-"

"Not like that. Get a shower and I'll boil the kettle. Is coffee good?"

I nod slowly, "Please," I then force myself out of bed, "Where is-"

"He is sleeping. I would wake him but I doubt any of us wants to deal with him when he is on three hours of sleep," she then looks at me, "You look considerably better than him."

"I'd hope so myself," I then follow her outside, (Y/N) is sleeping on the couch.

I shake my head to stop myself from trying to wake him. Treading towards the room across from this one. This must be his room - I then step into the bathroom and almost tear the clothes off from my body.

The warmth of the water almost feels like a hug of energy. Feeling it all over my body, I let out a long sigh as I feel the tension from the stress alone leaves my body - knowing full fell that it is just waiting outside to climb back into my body.

I hear her call for me, "I put some clothes out for you. I am afraid as far as underwear goes you will have to commando it till you get home."

"Thank you," I call for her but I don't get a response.

Her being nice to me almost makes me feel guilty. I have made it pretty hard for (Y/N) and that is all I have been doing. She definitely knows - he likes to vent about things, I remember it clearly that it made him feel better even if he knew he was wrong about a situation.

It's killing me that she is being so nice to me.

I shut my eyes tightly as my tears mix with the water.

Getting out before I destroy their water-bill. I reach for the stack of towels next to the stack of clothes. Drying my body with the towels I look at the clothes. I can tell that by the size alone that it wasn't hers. Though all of it is pretty fresh. Some of it still has the tags on them.

Not taking it off I dress in the clothes as I take the second towel to start drying my hair. Knowing full well it ain't happening with this steamy bathroom I leave the room.

She was sitting on one of the stools near the kitchen. I tread gently towards her as she then places a cup right in front of me.

"Thanks..."

"Don't mention it," her words felt cold, I could tell that she wasn't fond of me at all.

Knowing that it begged the question, "Why-"

She stops me as if she already knew what I was going to ask, "I don't think you want me to answer that question," she smiled at me but it was threatening at all, "Honestly meeting you again I am starting to see how much the two of you are the same."

"The same?"

"It is pretty easy to read your expressions."

"I didn't remember you being this mature," my smile fades, "What happened?"

She shakes her head, "I shouldn't be the one to tell you. You don't deserve to hear it from me, after all, he is the one that disappeared. He should have told you then," she then averts her gaze, "I don't mean to be rude towards you. I am just trying to look out for what little family I have left. I don't plan on losing someone else for the exact same reason."

Still confused, all I can do is nod and wait till I can understand.

"It's fine. I still care a great deal for him," she then turns her gaze to me, almost shocked, "It's so easy to tell you this. I don't know why but when it comes to having to face him it feels impossible."

"Why?" she asks a question I have been asking myself this entire time. She opens her mouth to say something but then stops.

"No... please continue-" I ask almost desperately hoping that she can answer my own question.

"I shouldn't. It isn't my place."

I nod in understanding, as I drop my gaze to the cup in front of me. I grab it, feeling its warmth in my hands as I take slow sips.

"I have one request..." she states.

"Yes?"

"Just... I can't possibly understand how any of this feels. I don't know how much any of you two are hurting and all I have is my perspective. Whatever happens - whenever you have this talk with him. Be honest and let him tell you everything. If the goal is only to be friends be brutally clear as I know you have a boyfriend-"

I stop her, "I don't," my ears lower as I was awaiting her wrath but she then only gives me a confused stare.

"Be honest towards him. Please. I know he didn't exactly do anything in the past worth this kindness but maybe you two can work things out."

Maybe? Maybe the only way to go about this is just to go our separate ways. That is what I wanted to believe because I was scared. I can't be scared of the outcome forever... then that will become another reality I will end up regretting.

"Even if I don't want you to do anything with him because I am honestly just as scared."

I lower my shoulders, feeling like it is just getting progressively worse.

She chuckles, "I know I am no place to make demands or request anything. After all, this is something the two of you should decide on. Not anyone else," she then gestures to the door, "I have to go anyway so-"

I tell her, "Let me stay here... then I can talk to him. Before I run away again."

She smiles at me, "Good luck then. I hope to hear good news."

I arch my brow, "Even if its nothing you want to hear?"

She nods, "I don't know what is best for the two of you. I don't have that kind of foresight. Real Love is hard to come by miss Ahri. I am pretty jealous," she then turns, "At least both of you never let go. Oh... big fan by the way," she smiles at me over her shoulder as she leaves.

It is time I just face him. Now or never. I won't let anyone sway me. I won't get in my own way.