Fighter

nine

Scarlett Johansson POV

The moment I enter the house, my cell phone rings for the fifth time, but now I don't click reject. I feel guilty even though I didn't do anything wrong.

- Hello- I answer.

- Finally! - Colin's voice is charged with anger and impatience. - I've been trying to talk to you for an hour.

- I was taking a shower.- I lie because it's easier.

- For one hour?

- I dried my hair afterwards. - My words meet the silence and I give up trying to change the direction the conversation is about to take. - How is the trip?

- Do you really care Scarlett?- He says dryly.

- Please Colin. I care. You have been very good to me. I know it. I just need a little space. I already told you that. To work out to be friends and work together, we need more space between us.

- You didn't need space when I was with you all those nights while you mourned the loss of your father.

Guilt takes over me. Not just spending time with Y/N ​​but leaning so hard on Colin and pushing him away as soon as I felt strong enough to pick myself up.

- Sorry Colin.

- You have someone else don't you?

I take a deep breath and force myself to remember how good he was to me when I needed him, holding me when I cried, drying my tears, holding everything at the gym when I couldn't think. He gave me what I needed and it would be wrong of me to push him away completely.

- There is no one.- It was not a lie, nothing happened between me and Y/N yet it still feels like i'm lying in telling him that there is no one else.

We talked for another ten minutes. I try to keep the conversation smooth, focusing on random things...... the weather, plans for the next day. Finally he allowed me to hang up promising to call as soon as he wakes up. - The concept of giving me space is not recorded or he chooses to ignore it.

I lie in bed and feel my brain mentally exhausted. I fall asleep thinking about just one person... Y/N Y/L/N.

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Even though I ran out the door last night, literally running out of Y/N's arms, I woke up early, eager to get back to the gym and see her again. I stop at the grocery store and buy a few things as I know her fridge only has leftovers from dinner and wine without an opener.

The reporters are still camped out when I arrive at the gym an hour before opening time. I ignore the questions and enter quickly, locking the door and closing the blinds again. I turn on some lights and walk to the back door that leads to the apartment.

At the top of the dark stairs I knock gently on the door realizing that I don't even know if she wakes up this early. I feel disappointed when Y/N doesn't respond. I turn around and start  going down the stairs when I hear the door open.

- Scarlett? - Y/N's voice is guttural, full of morning torpor.

I turn around and lift the bags to explain myself.

- I figured you'd need food in there. The reporters are still out there.

Y/N walks towards me and picks up the bags.

- Thank you, but you didn't have to do that.

- I'm sorry I woke you up.

- I don't.- She jokes.- Do you want to come in?