𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 :𝟑

hurt

relationship status : dating
y/n's pov
:,)

vinnie's been a little distant lately. he's been keeping to himself these days. the usual happy smile i see on his face everyday has disappeared.

we live in a shared house with our other friends, and even though vinnie and i sleep in the same bed we still have our own separate rooms.

all i want is to be in the comfort of his arms, in his warm embrace and love.

i didn't really wanna bother vinnie over the past few days, so i've just been sleeping in my own room to let him have some time to himself.

but the separation is taking a toll on me too, i'm not used to sleeping without vinnie for quite long periods of time.

i lay in bed, eyes wide open, mind racing with the different scenarios on what could possibly be wrong with vinnie.

does he not... want me any more? maybe his attraction has suddenly faded, or he's found someone new. i just wish he'd talk to me about it.

he only comes out of his room to get food or use the bathroom, i'm beginning to get really worried so i ask mia on what i should do.

i grab a soft blanket, wrapping it over myself before heading down the hallway towards her room.

i pad over to her room lightly, sure that she's awake. the high ceilings still catching me off guard in this huge mansion we all live in.

when i push the door open after receiving confirmation to be let into the room, i see mia and thomas displayed across the bed, talking.

"oh sorry if i was interrupting-"

"no of course not, come in!" thomas says, making space for me to sit.

"guys i'm kinda worried about vinnie. he's been really quiet and down this past week. he's not his usual happy self basically. he barely comes out of his room and when he does it's to get a snack or go to the bathroom. i just don't know what to do-"

i hold my head in my hands, finding myself wanting to cry for him.

"he's my boyfriend, and i love him. so to think that something is upsetting him makes me want to cry" i ramble, a heavy weight settling in my stomach.

"i think your best option is to just talk to him y/n. even though it may be hard to get through to him, you can always try" mia suggests, placing her hand on my shoulder blade to comfort me. i smile in thanks.

"yes, i agree. vinnie is one to bottle up his feelings and shut everyone away, so i think you'd be the best person at getting him back to normal" thomas says.

i take a deep breath, before nodding.

deciding to get a drink, i make my way down the dark hallway once again, stoping in front of vinnie's door. it's shut, much to my disappointment.

but the faint sound of muffled sobbing comes through the door.

i knock slightly before i can think, wanting nothing more than to help the boy on the other side of the door.

after a few seconds of silence, i knock again, only to be ignored once more.

"vinnie? please open the door baby, i heard you crying and-"

a bit of shuffling interrupts my sentence and the door is clicked open.

my eyes fill with tears at the sight of vinnie. he rests against the side of his bed, shaking with sobs. tear tracks stain his blotchy, red cheeks.

curls matted to his forehead, vinnie eyes meet mine, all puffy and irritated.

i take no hesitation to get into his arms, wrapping my arms around the saddened boy on the floor of his bedroom.

he buries his face into my chest, the sound of his pained cries hurts my heart even more.

"i- i don't know what to do anymore" vinnie whispers in to my shoulder, words broken and low but i still manage to understand.

"it hurts" a struggled breath escapes his lips, before he nuzzles his neck further into my chest.

"it's okay baby, i promise you that it's going to be alright" i mutter, wishing for his pain to go away. my eyes fill with silent tears, i hate seeing him like this.

i glance over to a light source, vinnie's phone rests on the wooden floors beside him. i reach over to grab it, eyes scanning over the various hate messages displayed across the bright screen.

'you're only famous cus you're hot'

'there are way more talented people than you'

'you aren't even that hot ugh'

'just kys'

i read the comments and messages, a pang of disgust and hatred courses through my body slowly, at the same time my heart drops.

these comments are so untrue. vinnie isn't just a 'pretty face', he's so much more than that. if only i could show him that.

his body has softened a little since i got to him, thankfully. i know he's embarrassed so it would be better not to bombard him with endless questions and just let him recollect himself for now.

"i'm sorry" i hear vinnie mumble through ragged breaths, breaths becoming somewhat longer and more steady.

"for what?" i furrow my brows in confusion.

"for me, i'm a mess" vinnie lifts his head of my shoulder to glance at me, the grip he has around my back softens.

"you're not a mess vin," i add. my mind is filled with questions and concern, but instead of asking him i decide to just let him bask in my embrace for a moment.

"just take your time for me okay? you don't have to say anything right now"

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might make pt2