Narrating Our Love (The Host x Reader)

6//Awful Memories

Your POV.

Well, I'm here in Crazy-Wizard-Host-Author's house, and he's back. Even thinking about his name wants to out me in a fit of rage.

"May I sit down?" I asked Host.

"Of c-course." He nodded kindly. "W-W-Would you l-like someth-thing to d-drink?"

"I'd love some alcohol, but I'll stick with water." I rub my head and sigh.

"You g-got it." Even though I can't see his eyes, I'm sure he gave me a wink. I sat on the couch and cowered over; head in hands, and on the verge of tears.

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"Fuck you, (Ex/N) (if you don't have one, then pick a name you hate, lol), you're a sick bastard!"

"I am? I AM? Ooh, you think you're perfect yourself, HUH?"

"(Ex/N), you almost shot my fucking friend because I gave them their OWN PERSONAL KEY."

"They shouldn't have come here at 4AM, then!"

"They were in tears, (Ex/N). You really think I'd shove someone out who needs my help??"

"You know what? Yes! I DO think you would, and I think you SHOULD'VE!!"

"Guess what, dumbass! You're right! That person is YOU. GET OUT, OR I WILL CALL THE POLICE!"

Slam. (Y/N) was thrown against the wall. A pair of hands were wrapped around her neck, closing tighter and tighter.

"You call those fuckers, and you'll die."

"Too... bad... I... al... did..."

(Ex/N) was kicked in the stomach, and the hands around (Y/N) released almost immediately.

"Augh... fuck..."

(Y/N) coughed a few times and ran away.

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Your POV.

"(Y/N), hey..." Host came by and sat next to me with the bottle of water. "Y-You're cr-r-rying. Are y-you ok-kay?"

"I was? I... Didn't realise." I wipe my tears away and nod. "Yeah... I'm sorry. I'm okay."

"Y-You can t-talk to me. I th-th-think you need to."

I sigh. "I don't want to burden you with my issues. I'm fine... really..." Please don't cry again, (Y/N). Not in front of Host. I shouldn't-...

I take a deep breath in, then exhale. "Host... I'm sorry in advanced."

"It's o-okay, (Y/N), I d-don't mind. I'm here to l-l-listen to you."

I smile a sad smile. "Thank you." I take another breath in, then out. "Such a bully. I figured him out a week into our relationship, but I thought we could make it work." I pause.

I really don't... I look at Host. "I really don't want to finish. I feel like I'm burdening you."

"Y-You're not. P-Please continue, I want t-to help you."

I gave him another smile, then looked back down to my hands. "It was just torture. Always had an excuse for his wrong, blamed it on someone else, and even me at one point for being nosy, when in reality, I was finding out the truth. He finally snapped after I found out he had possession of Meth, and God knows how long he's had that for. I called the police, got attacked, defended myself, and left. I should've left sooner, but it was a whole fucking year before I decided to leave."

I broke down crying. God, (Y/N), just shut up... "I'm sorry. I went too far with talking."

"No, it's ok-kay. You n-n-needed to let it out, and you did." Host gives me a gentle hug, and I return it, holding onto him a bit tighter. "(Y/N), I'm here for y-you, and I'll b-be sure to keep you s-safe."

I sniffled. "Thank you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Its okay. It's okay."

I sniffle again, and-... "Host," I remove myself from the hug and take his hands delicately. Ooh, soft... "is there any way you can... you know... manipulate his emotions, or something? I know you did it with the police, is it possible you can do it with him?" I tilt my head and look at him.

"E-Excuse me for this, b-but I'm g-g-going to be stutt-t-tering a bunch."

Hos-

"Host clears his throat and looks at (Y/N). He shakes his head. 'Unfortunately,' Host began. 'since you said you stuck with him for a year, the emotions build up more and more, and there's a certain limit before I have no control.'"

"Oh..." I look down for a moment, our hands still holding, then back up at him. I'm still curious about what exactly you can do. I-

"I-I can uh... tell you ab-bout what el-lse I can do... if you'd l-l-like?"

"Well, I know you can read minds..." I give him a sly smirk and giggle.

He chuckles back. "C-Correct, but I'm t-trying to n-not be ent-tirely creepy ab-b-bout it."

"Thank you, Host. I really do appreciate that." I give his hands a gentle squeeze, and he smiles.

"I can al-l-lso, as you s-saw earlier with th-the table, make th-th-things come into ex-x-xistance, and then c-cease to exist."

"Can you like... do that with people?" I raise an eyebrow.

"No. It w-would be cons-s-sidered m-murder, in my op-pinion. I have n-never tried, and w-won't."

"Oh. No, of course not, uh... I'm sorry I asked, it was obvious." I look away, embarrassed.

"D-Don't be apologis-s-sing so much, (Y/N). You c-can't say sorry for everyb-body's faults in the w-world."

"I know, but... I just... I just feel bad. Augh, I-"

"(Y/N). L-Look at me." He lightly squeezes my hands and I look at him. "Don't w-worry. Okay?" Host smiles and gives me a hug.

"Okay. I'm sorry." I giggle and he chuckles.

"Too sweet."

995 words.