catfish and the bottlemen imagines for rainy days + mondays

Medicine / Bob

You buried your face in your pillow swallowing down a sob, trying your best not to cry.

You'd gone to bed early that evening, Bob was out at rehearsals with the band and after a day which had dragged out far too long, you could see no reason to stay up any later.

Sure it was only half six in the evening and sure it was the middle of July so the sun hadn't set and you were simply lying in bed, face down, over heating and wishing the world would swallow you whole.

It was one of those days, one of those bad days that had you feeling over tired and over emotional and like you were falling apart.

You squeezed your eyes tight shut and tried to contain it, this inexplicable sorrow which washed over you and hurt you, your ribs and your chest aching. Depression is a physical feeling and some days the pain, the wear and tear of your emotions on your body, catches up with you. It all gets too much.

"Hey sweet pea," Bob made you jump but you didn't move. His hand on your back stroking you softly as he sat down beside you and leant back against the headboard, "what's wrong little one?" he asked you, he could feel the shudder of your crying, he didn't need to see your teary eyes to know you were hurting.

You shook your head and pushed yourself up, trying to be brave for him, knowing that this was the last thing he wanted to come home to after along day with Van, who could be a tyrant when it came to nailing the new songs.

"n..." you started, biting your lip as you looked back at him, sitting with your legs crossed opposite him, suddenly feeling small. Suddenly feeling like you didn't want to lie to him and tell him you were fine.

That was one of the things you loved most about him, how warm he was, how soft he was with you.
Looking at him filled you with a comfort like no other. And looking at him now all you wanted was to ask him for a cuddle, and curl up in his lap.

"Nothin I just..." you started, tears brimming your eyes as you looked back at him, you didn't need to finish your sentence for him to understand, and as you bit your trembling bottom lip he opened his arms for you, sympathy in his eyes as he spoke sweetly.

"Cmere little one," he said softly, holding you tight and secure as you crawled into his lap and nuzzled into his embrace, "s'okay sweet pea," he said softly kissing your forehead and then your temple, one hand stroking your hair down your head as he rocked you slowly. Soothing you as tears escaped your eyes once again.

"Sorry," you mumbled into his neck, "dunno what's wrong am just..."

"Ey shhh, s'alright lovely s'alright," he said kissing your cheek as he wound a strand of your hair around his fingers and held you close, "cry it out if you need to," he said softly rubbing your back, rocking you like a child as you gripped his shirt in your fist and closed your eyes.

Your tears didn't flow for long, you'd been crying all evening on and off and you didn't have it in you to cry much longer. Instead you simply curled into him, hiding your face in his shirt, sniffling and shaking, letting him sooth you.

Eventually your shivering stopped, you began to feel a little better a little calmer as he continued to rock you gently and mumble soothing things in your ear.

"Lie down sweet pea," he said softly, guiding you to lie with your head in his lap, looking up at him with wide watery eyes as his hand stroked your hair from your face and he looked down at you lovingly. His thumb stroked your forehead calming you, his eyes warm, his soft little smile warm too.

"Is it somethin you wanna talk about?" he asked after a moment, a little frown knitting his brow when you shook your head and shrugged looking away from him.