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32. Sebastian Stan | Comfort (I)

By : youlightmeupfinn | Tumblr

WARNINGS: Cheating, catching your significant other cheating, yelling, crying, fluff, cuteness

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You fumbled around with the keys to your apartment, finally able to grab the correct one. Sticking your tongue out of the corner of your mouth, you eased the key in and turned it, hearing the door unlock. It had been a long night at work. You worked for a production company who aided movies, so you were on set all day running around, checking up on things, and other countless things. All you wanted to do now was get inside to your lovely boyfriend, Andrew, and just go to sleep. You two hadn't spoken much all day which was weird, but you didn't question it. It happened sometimes, so you pushed it off as he was just busy or didn't want to bother you.

You walked inside the apartment as the rain began to pour harder, thunder crashing in the distance. You shuddered, closing the door behind you. You set your keys on the table, then slid off the raincoat you had on. You began to make your way to the stairs as you ran a hand through your nearly soaked hair. "Andrew?" You called out, stepping up the last wooden stair. When he didn't respond, you figured he had already crashed.

When you went towards the bedroom you two shared, the door was shut which was rather unusual. You kept it open and so did he. You arched an eyebrow, slowly getting closer. You grasped the silver doorknob tightly in your hand and closed your eyes before swinging it open. You heard a gasp which made your eyes quickly jolt back open. The sight before you was horrible.

"O-Oh my God!" You screamed. You had just walked in on Andrew and another girl. They had their lips smashed together in a passionate, yet disgusting kiss. She scrambled to gather the sheets and cover her body, seeing as though she had no clothes on whatsoever, nor did he.

"(Y/N)," Andrew started. "It's not what you think." You busted out laughing, trying to fight back the tears. You then turned dead serious which frightened him more than anything in the world.

"Oh, so it's not you having sex with some girl you probably picked up off the street?" You crossed your arms over your chest. "I'm not an idiot, Andrew!" You hissed, voice growing louder by the second. You couldn't fight the tears any longer. "You're a filthy whore, you know that? Same goes to your little escapade over there as well." You cried out.

"Where are you going?!" He screamed as he watched you turn around and barge out of the room. You didn't bother responding. Instead, you jerked the front door open and raced outside. The rain was still pouring and it seemed as though worse storms were quickly approaching. You didn't even bother to grab your coat. Once your feet were planted on the pavement, you ran. You ran harder than you ever had before. You knew exactly where you were going. His house wasn't but two blocks away.

You cut the corner of the first block, not missing a single step. Cars were racing by and you were certain they wondered why a woman was running through the pouring rain in nothing but a tank top, a pair of jeans, and her flats. No umbrella, no raincoat, not a single thing to protect you from the harsh weather that wasn't letting up anytime soon.

Your heart was beating the hardest it ever had you thought. It was almost as if you could feel it pulsing within your throat, the lump that had formed not making things better. Finally, you looked straight ahead to see the familiar house. His car was parked right out front which made you breathe out a sigh of relief.

He was home.

Then again, you hoped and prayed that he didn't go out with a group of friends either and they picked him up. Tears cascaded down your cheeks as you raced up the steps and towards the oh-so familiar door.