Avery Jameson clips/oneshots

That someone

"Avery?" I answered my phone, slightly confused about why she would be calling me so late at night. Especially knowing her usual sleep schedule, which normally consisted of her going to bed hours ago. 

"You okay?" Was the first and only thing I could think of saying. Her breath was heavy, laboured, and she was sniffling lightly from what i could hear from her end of the line.

"Could you come to my room for a minute?" She asked, her voice shaking. I could tell she was holding back tears.

"Coming." I said as I hung up the phone and pushed down the satin sheets of the bed where I was just about to settle down for the night. 

I walked at a quick pace down the halls of the mansion. The only audience expansive maroon walls, wide windows, and the occasional portrait. 

Avery was not the best at sharing her emotions. Even with me. So unless she was watching a movie, which, by the sounds coming from over the phone was not a leading suspect, whatever  was wrong now, couldn't be something small or silly.

I didn't bother to knock on the door when i arrived outside her room. I simply twisted the door knob to find Avery curled up, her head bent down towards the floor with her arms around her knees. I sat down next to her on the floor, our backs resting on her bed behind us. 

Her pyjamas, a t-shirt of mine that i thought i had lost weeks ago, and small pair of wrinkled pyjama shorts. Nothing unusual there. 

She lifted her head to look at me. Her face stained with tears. Her glossy eyes filled with so much water they looked like small swimming pools. 

Her long, dark brown hair a beautiful mess made a nice contrast against her pale skin. The moonlight coming from the open window on the far side next to us, shinned on her tear stricken face, making her glow like the constant light she was in my life.

Only right now, she seemed desperate, low spirited, scared, and vulnerable. Things i hadn't seen her express often. 

I put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer. She tucked her head into my neck and i could feel a fresh stream of warm tears spilling from her eyes. 

My hand found its way to hers. I held it up to my lips and kissed it gently. She whimpered, as she moved in closer to me, her knees leaned against my thigh.

We sat there for awhile. One arm around her shoulder, the other holding her hand and knees to my side. Her head resting  at the upper part of my chest, my chin resting on the crown of her head. 

Her breath warm, slow, and tired against my skin. My white shirt already wet with her tears melting away as she drew her free hand to my chest.  

She opened her mouth to talk severally times, but whatever words were forming on her tongue wouldn't come out. 

She started coughing, choking on her tears and her unspoken words. I lifted her head up and patted her back softly. She stopped coughing, but continued not to take a breath.

"You need to breathe Heiress." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Good girl." I said, planting a kiss in her hair. She continued to breathe, her lips still trembling as she continuously tried to speak. 

She reput her head on my chest. I hoped she didn't notice the increase in my heart rate. The last thing i wanted for her to be right now is more panicked.

When words finally did come out from between her lips, all she said was "I'm sorry for calling you. You were the only person i knew would've answered me." 

She sniffled.

My heart dropped. I never wanted her to have to feel sorry about herself. I was happy to have an excuse to be with her, especially when i could help her heal or whatever it was she needed right now.

"You don't have to be sorry heiress. Just tell me what wrong." She untucked her head from my chest and looked up at me. 

"All of this" She said. Waving her arms around. "Is just too much sometimes."  

 Her confession shocked me. Avery had always made herself seem like she was strong as could be. Like nothing could bring her down. But every so often those small things could bring a whole wall of emotion crashing down. Such as now. 

"This can be too much for everyone sometimes. I should know, I've lived this way" I waved my arms around the way she had. "My whole life. My whole life has been this way."

"But it gets better right?" She asked. Looking up at me with hopeful eyes. "Nope." I said watching the glittering hope disappear from her eyes. I hated to disappoint her, but she always knows when I'm lying anyways. Plus, in her state, the lies would only make it worse later on.

"Then how do you do it?" "Not alone." I answered. "Sometimes you need someone to talk to. Someone to help you. You can't do everything alone."

No matter how independent Avery was, everyone needed someone there for them when they felt alone like she was right now.

"Who was that someone for you?" She asked. Looking at her knees. "Nash." I replied, trying to remember old, happy memories, but failing in this particular moment. "Sometimes Gray." I added. Still trying to remember, but my worries for Avery clouded my vision. 

I sat up straighter, forgetting that i was supporting most of Averys weight. She fell into my lap, head almost hitting her bed frame. I helped her up, and she edged up onto her bed, a bit week in the knees, and motioned for me to join her. 

Once i was sat down beside her, she rested her head on my shoulder before she started speaking again. "And who will that someone be for me?" My hand found its way to the small of her back, lifting her shirt slightly so my hand had better access to her bare skin.

I traced circles up and down her spine. She shivered under my touch. I leaned in close so my mouth was level to her ear. I waited a moment before answering her, allowing my hot breath to tease her ear. 

I moved the remaining hair away from her ear before whispering, 

"Me."