KISS Oneshots

#12 Paul Stanley x Reader

I hurriedly grabbed my bag and car keys, rushing to the door. I was already late for work but then the phone rang. I sighed and walked to the kitchen, taking the phone and holding it to my ear. "Hell-..", I wanted to start but was cut off by my mothers voice that sounded like she had been crying.

"I'm sorry, you're probably on your way to work but I wanted to tell you first.", she sobbed into the phone. "Mom, what's wrong?", I asked worriedly and she took a sharp breath. "It's your dad......he....he had a heart attack. I'm so, so sorry my dear.", she said, her words hitting me hard. "Mom, is he.....is he gone?!", I asked with a wavering voice.

"I'm sorry dear.", she just answered again and I felt my world crashing down. My dad was my hero and we had a strong bond. We had spent a lot of time together and I planned on surprise visiting them on this weekend. I felt the tears pricking at my eyes flow down my cheeks a moment later. "The funeral is planned for sometime next week. May-maybe you could take some time off of work and spend the time here with your brother and me.", she mumbled and I just hummed, before hanging up.

I called in sick for work and cried the rest of the day. I ignored every call for the rest of the day, which led to a knock on the front door, late in the evening. With the rest of my strength I made my way to the door slowly. When I opened it I looked at Paul, my boyfriend, looking down on me worried. "You didn't answer any of my calls, whats wrong darling?", he asked softly, looking at my blotchy face from crying.

I felt tears pricking my eyes again and he engulfed me in a tight hug. "Hey, lets get inside and sit down.", he said softly, guiding me backwards into the house, never letting go of me. He sat us both on the couch and let me cry into his chest, silently comforting me. After a while I parted from him slightly, looking up at him. "All good now? Do you want to tell me what's wrong?", he asked softly.

I nodded slowly and he smiled, kissing my forehead lightly. I took a shaky breath and tried my best not to burst into tears again. "My mom called earlier.....", I began and he nodded, telling me to continue. "Dad....dad had a heart attack.....he didn't make it.", I said quietly, feeling the tears roll down my cheeks again. "I'm so sorry darling, I know what he meant to you.", Paul said, wiping the tears away and hugging me tightly again.

He let me cry into his chest again, rocking us back and forth. At last I calmed down, feeling more tired than ever. "Do you want me to come to the funeral as well?", he asked quietly. "Only if you want and can. I don't want you to miss anything band related.", I quietly answered. "Don't be silly, we're just working on the next album right now, I can easily take some time off of recording and songwriting.", he answered and I shook my head no. "I appreciate it Paul but I don't want Gene to be angry at me for keeping you away from band things. I'll call work tomorrow and drive to my moms house on the weekend. I'll call you in the evenings if you want.", I said, smiling up at him tiredly.

"Alright. Now lets go to sleep, you look exhausted.", he answered and walked me to the bedroom. We layed down on the bed, drifting to sleep in each others embrace. The next morning I called my boss, explaining that I needed some time off with the situation right now. He wasn't happy about it but reluctantly agreed. On friday evening I made my way to my moms house, hugging her tightly at arrival.

The week went by in a blur, my brother, my mom and I remembering some of our familytrips and looking through old photos. The funeral was a blur as well with everyone sobbing quietly. The only feeling I remember was the sadness that engulfed my heart, feeling like a stone pressing down on me. Back at home on sunday evening I wanted to call Paul to let him know that I was back home safely.

But before I took the phone from the receiver I saw that I had a message on the answering machine. I pressed the play button, being greeted by my bosses voice. What he said made me freeze immedeatly. He told me I was fired and that I had time until tomorrow to clear my desk. After the message ended I stood there for a good amount of minutes, letting it sink in. That must be the worst week ever. First loosing my dad and then my job.