This is why I don't socialize {Eddie Munson X Reader}

P4) breakfast and tears

Today is Saturday.
I'm all alone with my thoughts. It's early in the morning and I've been up and down all night. I just kept seeing the boys faces. All my confidence and angst is gone, I am nothing now. I am tainted.

I grab a tub of ice cream and turn on my radio. Any noise is better than the noise in my head. I ended up passing out on the couch with my cat licking up the last of my ice cream.
*ding dong*
Why now. I wake up and roll off the couch. Shuffling to the door, I pull my sleeves over my hands and open the door.

"Looks like you got my gift princess," Eddie says standing in my doorway, referring to my sweater.
"Eddie," I whisper, shuffling towards him to hug him. What's wrong with me, I'm supposed to hate him, he's supposed to hate me and yet he just called me princess. As I hug him, he holds the back of my head in his hand. "I'm so sorry to drop by like this but I needed to see how you are feeling. I know you hate me and so I'm really sorry for just coming over," he says. How can he think that I hate him while I'm literally hugging him. "How can you think that I hate you when I'm hugging you?" I whisper while looking at him. He says nothing but leans down into the hug and squeezes me.
After a few minutes it begins to drizzle and he laughs, "Well, I should go but I brought you this," he says handing me a bag with what looks like take out food. On the surface, I fear that he just did this out of pity but deep down it feels like he genuinely cares.
"Don't go," I say grabbing his wrist, "can you maybe come in?" I ask. He hesitates but then says, "okay, but you tell me the second you want me to go okay?" I nod and drag him inside.
To think just a few days ago, I hated this guys guts.
I drag him in and lead him to my bedroom, "sorry it's a little messy but please sit on the bed or wherever," I say.
I put a towel down on the bed and his eyes widen, "don't be weird," I say, "I just want someone to eat with." He smiles up at me and helps me unload the bag he brought. My eyes lit up like a puppy, "h-holy shit," I say as I realize...

{flash back}
"One time I saw you with your favorite food at lunch and I was jealous because you looked so happy to have your food but I wanted you to look at me like that."
{end of flash back}

He wrote about me. "What?" He asks, concerned that he had brought the wrong food. "This is your favorite right?" He asks. I nod as tears begin to drop.

"May I hug you?" I ask. He grins and nods quickly. I lean over the bed and wrap my arms around him. He's so warm... and comfortable... and he smells like a cold rainy night.
He whispers, "don't fall asleep on me sweetheart."

I fell asleep on him, and he let me.

A/N: hello you,
I really hope you are enjoying my story as much as I am enjoying writing it.

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