Easy on me (Y/N)

Chapter 1

Y/N's POV:
"Florence what do you want for dinner? I'm heading to the shops," I shout as I walk towards the front door. Florence is stood there with an open mouth and Scarlett on the other side of the door. Oh shit.
Scarlett barges past her slapping me across the face. Ok I probably maybe deserved that. Scarlett then tackles me in a hug which I reciprocate.
"I missed you Johansson," I laugh and she slaps me again.
"Stop," Florence pleads.
"How could you just leave like that? You broke her. She loved you and you left her," Scarlett yells going to slap me again but I grab her hand.
"I did it to protect her," I sigh releasing her hand.
"How could you protect her by breaking her heart?"
"I had cancer Scarlett Stage 3 ok? She couldn't handle that so I broke her heart instead so she didn't have to watch me die. And I actually did twice. They had to resuscitate me. It was bad Scarlett. I lost my hair and was not myself it would've broken her more than me just leaving did," I explain. Scarlett breaks down sobbing hugging me tightly.
"Are you ok?" She checks.
"Apart from the bruised cheek I'm good. I'm 9 months in remission," I assure her wiping her tears.
"Why didn't you come home?" Scarlett asks confused.
"I was going home to Lizzie but jarnie told me how happy she was with Robbie so I stayed here," I sigh.
"She's not happy. I promise you she's not," Scarlett tries to convince me.
"I don't care I broke her heart and I'm not going to try to excuse that. She's moved on so maybe I should too," I mumble tearily.

Lizzie's POV:
I'm lying in bed waiting for Robbie to come back with lunch scrolling through my Finsta as Ashley insists I call it. Scarlett posted a private insta video of her and Florence singing. It made me think of Y/N. At least once a day I catch myself thinking about where she is, imagining her coming home. Then I remember I'm with Robbie. They look to be having a great time. I hear a third voice. Wait I know that voice. Y/N?
Me: Where are you?
Scarlett: London
Me: Are you with Y/N? Is she with Florence? Is that why she left?
Scarlett: No they live together but no.
Me: I hate her.
Scarlett: You can't blame her she left to protect you.
Me: What do you mean?
Scarlett: I can't say.
Me: Well then I'm coming to London.
Scarlett: No she doesn't want to see you. You've moved on.
Me: Have I? Show her this poem.
I send her a photo of the poem hoping it'll convince her that I need to see her.

Y/N's POV:
"Hey Scar can I make you dinner?" I offer.
"She knows and she asked me to show you this," Scarlett informs me. I take the phone and a deep breath.

It's as if the brightness in the world has been turned down,
As if life will only ever be partially happy without you around.
It's been a year and still I think about your touch,
The way you cared for me I miss you so much.

If I could give up the world for one more night I would,
No one will ever make me feel the way you could.
So baby please just come home to me,
I'm so lost without you don't you see.

I really don't care why you were gone,
Just come back into my arms where you belong.
A kiss or touch would make this all ok,
My heart is yours forever always.

I feel the tears stain my cheeks maybe she still loved me.
"When did she?" I ask sobbing.
"She wrote this a week ago," Scarlett smiles and then I remember.
"I can't go home," I sigh composing myself handing her back the phone.
"Why not?" Scarlett questions confused.
"When I was cleared I promised myself that I would do the things I wanted in case it came back. I've always wanted kids so I went to the sperm bank and got a donation. I'm pregnant Scarlett," I explain. Her face drops a little.
"She won't care," she assures me taking my hand.
"Yes she will. She's engaged and happy tell her thank you for the poem but I've moved on. Lie if you have to," I state walking out of the house to the shops. I can't drink so you bet I'm going to sulk with ice cream.

Lizzie's POV:
I pace up and down waiting for her response.
Scarlett: She doesn't want to see you Lizzie.
Me: Why not?
Scarlett: You've moved on and so has she.
Me: Ok fine I won't come.
I throw my phone on the bed frustrated as Robbie walks in the room without food.
"Where's my lunch?" I say angrily.
"Sorry I got sidetracked but I got some really good news. We're supporting an incredible band on tour we're leaving next week," Robbie declares excitedly.
"Well can you get me some food then?" I request.
"I'm tired. Let me nap and then I'll get you something," Robbie refuses.
"Or we could do something fun?" I smirk kissing him.
"I'm not in the mood Lizzie," Robbie says wiping his mouth and lying down. Fuck him. I get up and showered ready to go out for lunch.
"Where are you going?" He asks confused.
"For lunch with my sisters."
"Come back to bed," Robbie pleads tapping the spot next to me.
"I'm not in the mood Robbie," I mimic him leaving.

Author's Note: Reunited in the next chapter 😏