𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐞 (𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐉𝐫. 𝐗 𝐘/𝐧)

~ Breaking point

a/n: the actual author is currently gone right now because she’s unmotivated as shit so I as the co-creator or whatever am writing this chapter [so it’s gonna be a lot better]. She’ll return :) 

I’m going to try my best to give you guys a long update, cause she’s left y’all here for more than a month sigh. Hopefully, you’ll like my writing =/

Please don’t get offended by my jokes. They’re just realistic jokes. I mean them, but I’m joking. So if you want to hate on me, don’t send it to may, but send it to me instead :). I’ll gladly work harder to provoke you some more. 

The title is definitely not a Taylor Swift reference ahhahahha... 

Warnings: Some cursing aha

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The night had gone by peacefully with Robert by your side. As you look at him, still asleep, you ponder how you were so lucky to even have such a man love you. He was everything you’ve ever wished for. Even asleep, he still looked beautiful (unlike the rest of you). 

It seemed as if you had automatically suppressed the memory of you and your father meeting for the first time in nearly two decades. Until you hear a phone ring. 

Thinking it was your phone, you run over to go pick it up, but then a wave of shock runs through you when you see your father’s name, Dom, on Robert’s phone screen. Robert even had a photo of him and your father as his contact photo. They were smiling, happy, and clearly having a great time with one another. You scoff a bit. So he found time to see Robert, but not me?

You didn’t know how or what to feel. You know Robert cares about you, more than anyone else, yet at the same time, there was a sense of a betrayal that flickered slightly inside of you. 

Robert’s sudden, loud snore interrupted your train of thought. The phone is no longer ringing; only a missed call notification is left behind. It quickly lights up the screen and then vanishes quickly, as sudden as how your father left all those years ago. 

You stand over the phone for a while but decide to focus on something else more important: making breakfast for this handsome, sexy man that lives with you (just a reminder: one you can never have).

[time skip cause I don’t eat breakfast so I don’t know what people have]

Robert is up now. His hair was a bit messy, and he had a loose white top and baggy, black pants on. As you eat breakfast with him, you wonder how he can still look good, even though he just woke up (meanwhile y’all be looking like a corpse). 

Time passes by, and it’s a perfect, normal day. You and Robert talk about work, adapting to the area, and what you guys were going to eat for lunch. Mid-conversation, Robert’s phone receives a notification. He checks his phone immediately, and his smile fades a bit. 

“What is it?” you ask. 

Robert awkwardly clears his throat. “Nothing.”

“You sure?” you ask again. “If there’s something up you can always talk to me about it.”

Robert looks at you, then looks down at his food again, picking at his breakfast with the fork. “Your dad just texted me asking if you two could meet, without the element of surprise this time.”

The tension in the room rises, and the silence between the two of you remains for a long while. 

“Where?”