summary: Even if Leigh and Y/n weren't on good terms Leigh can never break the promise that she'll always be there for her and is willing to do anything to make sure she's ok even if Y/n ignored her.
contains: -swearing -hallucinations
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A pinky promise seemed like a life or death situation for Leigh-Anne. Once one's broken the guilt is always there to push her down to the ground, trapping her in a cage until she finally has the tools to break herself out, to replenish the promise.
The familiar wooden door stood inches from Leigh, exactly how it was when she wanted to discuss to Y/n about having a break, exactly how it was when she slammed it in front of her eyes at the end of the argument. No marks were left from her banging on the door, there was no trace of her even being there that night. Nobody knew what happened that night except them two and the neighbours on either side of the flat. Leigh-anne knew what Y/n was like, disappearance off the internet meant she was mourning the situation, feeling numb under the covers.
As her knuckle knocked against the wood she began to feel stupid. She was the reason for the conflict between them, the past month she's been leading Y/n on, pretending everything is fine in their relationship, that's until she spoke up about it out of the blue which made Y/n snap back when she realised that trust was gone. Trust was something they always had, and Leigh couldn't give it up so easily.
Footsteps went up to the other side of the door and the peep-hole was flipped up revealing a sorrowful, dark haired, popstar who looked down at their shoes. Y/n considered it for a moment, taking the door handle in her grip, pulling it down, but then stopping, thinking about what was said just two days ago. Forty-eight hours to think of an apology to fix months of a broken relationship. She let go, physically taking a step back from the door, leaning on the wall just next to it, resting her dizzy head on the cold paint. It felt like she hadn't gotten up in days.
"Y/n we have to talk about this," Leigh-anne spoke softly, "we are both a mess, and you need me ask much as I need you."
Leigh pushed the door handle down in attempt to open it, but it was no use, "please, my love."
The nickname finally brought tears to Y/n's burning eyes, but the sniffles on the other side of the door didn't make the popstar regret her words. She was her love, her only love and it was only two into the forty-eight hours that she realised that.
Y/n hadn't realised she was observing the brown eyed girl through the small peep-hole until they met her own. It scared her and she slammed the tiny door down, reminding her of the force she used to slam the door in Leigh-anne's face, what if it hit her foot, her nose, what if her hand got trapped, then what would she have done? A panic suddenly rushed over her, checking on her ex crying in pain after you just shouted at her sent another spell of dizziness through her head. She sat down, back sliding down the wall.
"You still there?" The popstar asked from the hallway, her forehead now rested against the door along with one of her hands, "I'm not leaving you know, I'm here for you because I know you are feeling shit and I know it's all because of me and I don't care if you screamed at me, I deserved it, but you don't deserve to be on your own with no support."
Too many words ran through Y/n's head, from Leigh-Anne's 'I love you' to her 'I don't know if the love is the same' and now the words coming out of her mouth at this moment.
It had been five minutes and Leigh-anne had ran out of thing to say. She sat down facing the door, ignoring the dusty carpet beneath her. It was coming up to seven-thirty, around the exact time Leigh aimed to be at Y/n's door two days ago. It was quiet around this time, many people were having their dinner or now settled down for the night, but if the staff in the apartment building saw her sat for too long they'd hurry her away.
7:50pm. Y/n surely thought the curly haired girl would have given up by now but the frequent shuffled on the other side told her otherwise. A comfy couch sat a couple steps away from her and she tested it for a second, but the presence of Leigh didn't reach that long, it's like it lost connection when you went past the bathroom door that was just in front of where she sat. Everything on her phone seemed boring and pointless there was nothing she could do anymore, she wanted to talk to somebody, but turning the door handle just to chicken out again made her rethink even if she had the biggest desire for those comforting hands around her waist.
"Could you not sit in the middle of the hallways ma'am, people may find it hard to get around you," a low female voice said from the hallway.
"Y-yes, I'm sorry," Leigh's voice spoke kindly.
She stood up and went to lean by the wall opposite the door waiting for the lady to pass down the corridor before sliding down it, bringing her knees to her chest. She felt like shit and was starting to think her plan wouldn't work, if only Y/n lived in a house, she could stay outside for hours and have a comfortable seat on the concrete stairs.
"Y/n please, i love you," Leigh confessed, letting her head drop into her open hands, "just let me in."
She didn't know what had changed her mind, but her hand was back on the handle, trembling just as much as the first time. Y/n sighed and shook her head, trying to get some of the nerves out of her body. One click and the door had unlocked, slowly swinging it open she was met with the brown wallpaper of the hallway and below that. The black, dusty, empty carpet.
