She Makes Him (Brian x reader)

14.

When you got back to your apartment, unlocking the door with your keys for the first time in a year almost felt surreal. You stepped inside your small apartment, seeing your navy blue couch, your desk filled with journals and cameras, your twin Belmont bed and your sad little kitchen. You set your suitcase down and walked away from the door, slamming it shut and you made your way over to the couch to call Allen from your dark green rotary phone.

"Allen Trough." He said, answering the phone.

"Hey, it's Y/n." You informed him. "I just wanted to tell you I made it back safely."

"That's good."

"Yeah."

"Are you okay? You sound upset."

"Just tired."

"Oh. Well get plenty of rest because we need you at the office tomorrow."

"Oh."

"Normally I wouldn't try to give you the morning shift since Brisbane is fourteen hours ahead of our time and you're probably already used to that time."

"Yeah."

"But there's a new guy and I think you could really help him out."

"I understand."

"I knew you would."

"So I'm there at seven?"

"You're here at seven."

Spectacular.

Once you hung up and put the phone back, you groaned and sulked on your couch, wishing more than anything you were with Brian. You got to your apartment a day after you took off, because the flight is unfairly long. You had only been away from Brian for a day, but it felt like a year. Without unpacking, you fell right asleep. Well, you forced yourself to go to sleep to avoid reality. You didn't worry about what you were going to wear tomorrow, and besides, sleeping all day and night is much needed.

*time skip*

You woke up at five-thirty a.m. the next day, with your stomach growling from hunger and your head aching from dehydration. You were rested, but you still wanted to go back to sleep. Since your stomach and your head were killing you, you got up to get food. You didn't expect anything to be in your cupboard since you cleaned everything out before you left, but you found popcorn.

How nutritious.

You dragged yourself over to your microwave, setting the popcorn in there for one minute and forty-five seconds before getting a huge glass of water and chugging it down before getting the next and chugging it down. You heard the microwave go off, so you took the popcorn out, put it in a large bowl and made your way over to your couch to watch television. You couldn't focus on Tom Snyder talk on T.V because you were too caught up in what was now the past.

I love him. I actually love him. And I'm never going to see him again.

You kept reminding yourself.

That was the only time I loved. I didn't believe in love and he took that away from me. But if he took my heart away, how am I going to get it back?

You checked the clock later, and realized it was then six A.M.. You looked down at the now empty popcorn bowl before painfully getting yourself up to take a shower. You got in, not waiting for the water to get warm. The reason for that was because your shower didn't have warm water, it got one half of warm at best. But you didn't mind, you were used to it even after all the hot showers you took on the tour.
After about seven minutes, you got out and dug through your closet, looking for an outfit you didn't already pack. You didn't have many clothes, you weren't poor or anything. Your job just didn't make a lot but you were happy doing what you love even if you didn't get paid much. You made do and it turned out just fine. You met Brian. You continued moving hangers from side to side when you finally found a dress. It was a button front, brown Dalmatian dress.