𝙁𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 - Akali x Male reader

Chapter 45

Home, finally done with my exams but on the other hand, I am just anxious. Dunno what to expect from her and I am deathly afraid of something that could have happened in my time away, something that warranted her to act that way.

I walk up the steps, opening the doors to the house it looks clean at least.

Conrad peeks his head out from his room, "Welcome back," in a pretty normal tone.

"Thanks, hey. What happened to Akali that she decided to leave-"

He interrupts me, "I should probably explain-"

Then in turn cutting him off, "No no no, don't you dare start this shit with me," I can see his expression fade into guilt, "What the fuck did you do to her?" I clench my fists as he notices that I am on the verge of being sent over the edge.

"I... nothing bad. She fell asleep on the couch and was acting terribly sick," he then sighs, "I was drunk as fuck and thought I could-"

I didn't give him a chance to finish his sentence before stepping forward and hitting him in the face, he stumbles backward before grabbing me by the collar, and I yell at him, "Go on then, hit me for trying to make a fucking move on my girlfriend!"

He pushes me back, "It didn't go anywhere, she clogged me in the head before I even knew what happened.

"Fuck you!"

"Man," he turns away from me heading to the couch, "I am already stressing the fuck out, I don't need you to pick fights with me when I could lose my life here."

"Poor you," I say in a mocking tone.

"Listen-"

"Just don't talk to me, yeah? Best friends and all that crap will only fly so far with," I stop myself before I go on a long tangent of shit he had done that sucked the life out of me, not the time to unpack it.

No point either.

I toss my bags in my room and head out, I call Akali who doesn't answer her phone. I call again only to give up after the third attempt. I shut my eyes tightly, dropping down on the steps I rub my eyes out.

I am just so frustrated I could almost just cry.

I lift my head weakly to see a bike pull up to the house, I get up instantly as she pulls out her phone to call me. I freeze in place as she gestures for me to answer my phone. I shake my head at her as I answer it anyway.

She answers it with a sweet and loving tone, "I was just thinking about calling you, but I knew you were home so I'd rather come to get you myself."

"You made me worry," I breathe out.

"I can tell," I cut the call, pushing through the gate and hugging her tightly, "I missed you so much," she whispers to me, "Don't mind my voice, I am still kind of sick."

I chuckle, "I missed you to, feels like just everything that could have been bad had to happen."

"And from the person I least expected it," I pull away she lifts her shoulders, "I am over it," she then gestures to the bike, "Want to get out of here and catch some air? You know... and talk?"

I nod swiftly, we both climb on the bike but I don't have a helmet so I am resting my head against her back. Driving towards the richer districts we stop at a house with a good view of the rest of the city.

She pulls up in the driveway, grabbing me by the hand she tugs me along inside, "Well - I don't know about you but I think this place is a bit cool and open, I love the view for a change. I could buy it right now but," she looks at me, "Don't know if you would like it."

I shake my head at her, "Do you know me as someone that fusses over small things?"

"Maybe cable management," she gives me a smile, "But - I have been pretty much staying here for the past two days. What do you think?"

I look around briefly, "This... looks very expensive."

She nods, "Kinda. Nothing I can't afford I suppose, but it can be a bit cozier and less expensive if we get to decorating a few of things - I mean... we have your entire break to get working on it."

"Are you sure?" I ask, "I mean... you told me once that planning ahead and all that-'

She cuts me off, "But that was before just being without you for a week made me act like a mess," she chuckles, "I am still beating myself up for acting like a homesick child."

She then walks to the living room that is incredibly open with a lot of space, "Oh. No fireplace, which I kinda wanted to have but the house has heating."

I nod, "No more cold winters."

"Our rooms are upstairs with two extra we can probably use for guests," she suggests, "Look at me planning," she giggles, "Well... we should actually talk first."

We both sit down on the couches, she sits next to me crossing her legs as her fingers reach for mine, "What happened?" I ask her.

She continues to explain in as much detail as she could remember, I thought it was worse but it doesn't excuse him for doing what he did - drunk or not. She explains that he had a crush on her and she kept on hiding it because she was scared it would make me lose a friend.

"But I lost him anyway," I state.

"It... is really up to you," she states, "I have forgiven people for worse things but I can't and will never make that decision for you," she cups my cheeks, lifting my gaze to meet her, "We... we have been through a bit lately and I feel like we barely had time to just live."

"Too much shit happening," I admit.

She nods, "It was my fault, I could have been better... known better because I knew what he was like before I even started to trust him - I should have enforced that boundary."

"And he should have not stuck his nose where it doesn't belong," I take a deep breath as I try to keep my frustration in check.

"Hey hey hey," she tilts her head, giving me a kiss on the nose, "It will be fine, maybe not now, but we can make it better."

I nod slowly, "Sorry. I am..."

"Scared?"

"Terrified," I admit.

She lifts herself to her knees. Walking towards me she throws her arms around my neck resting against me with, "I am starving."

I crack a chuckle, "What do you want to do?" I ask her, moving on from the subject.

"I was thinking of having you," she coos, "But I am actually very hungry and felt like I haven't eaten properly in days - we also need to fetch all your stuff if we are going to move in... that and decide if this place is good enough."

I stop her, "Don't stress."

"I should tell you that," she counters.

"I love you."

"Mhm, I know," she tightens the hug, "I love you."