I turned around again, trying to find the right position to sleep in. It felt like hours had passed since I went to bed and I still couldn't seem to get to rest.
The past weeks had been occupied by stressful events I didn't even want to attend, studying for exams and trying to find a new job.
Calling my mental and physical state exhausted wouldn't even fit in this situation.
The weirdest part was that I finally had some time off from everything, two weeks to chill, meet friends, family. I could do whatever the hell i want but my body refused to let me have a good time.
My phone screen lit up as I opened What'sApp. I didn't even have to search the person I wanted to call since they were already at the top of my previous chats.
My heart rate increased as i pressed the call button making his profile picture take over my screen.
He was standing on a football field, his muscles clearly visible due to his athletic body but the most precious part, his smile.
That smile could light up everything surrounded by darkness, if something seemed impossible he was the solution to it. Even now, without his presence, his smile made the darkness in my room disappear. The darkness in my hea-
"Hello?" His raspy voice interrupted my thoughts. And as soon as I heard him I regretted pressing that call button.
"Pablo?" Only now had I realized how selfish my act was. I didn't even think about the fact he wouldn't be awake this late. Or that he really needed to sleep due to his busy schedule.
I always found a way to ruin things.
"Y/n?" He sounded confused. "What's wrong?" I slapped myself mentally. How could I've been so stupid?
"I'm sorry Pablo, I shouldn't have called you. I hope you can get back to sleep. Good Ni-"
"Wait, Y/n." He interrupted me before I could end the call. "There must be a reason why you're calling me this late. What's wrong?"
I sighed this situation making me even more distressed than before. "It's nothing- I- "
"Just tell me Y/n." He sounded impatient now but also worried.
"I- I can't sleep, that's all..." I waited for his answer, for him to call me stupid or at least to get angry because I woke him up this late.
But nothing came.
"Pablo?" My voice was quiet, afraid if I said his name too loud he might get sick of me saying it. And I didn't want that. Never on earth would I want him to be sick of me saying his name. To be sick of me.
But right now I wasn't sure what to think. And I knew right now it was just my mind overreacting but it couldn't stop.
I couldn't stop.
"Listen, I'm sorry for calling you this late and I know you really need that rest and I swear I'll never do it again. I didn't even know what I was thinking but-"
"Y/n." He interrupted my rambling. Now this was it. Now he would tell me to shut up and to never interrupt his sleep again.
Why did I have to call him? Him.
Out of all people. Couldn't I have called someone else that would get angry with me? Why him?
Why was I still thinking about it? Couldn't my mind just shut up for a minute and let me rest. I guess it couldn't. As always. And the only person that could've helped me right now, the person I adored the most, was mad at me.
"Open your door." I almost jumped at his voice coming from my phone I was still holding to my ear. I was so lost in thought I had totally forgotten we were still on the phone call.
"What?" I asked confused. My brain couldn't think straight at all. So why should I open my door in the middle of the night? Unles-
"I'm outside. Now let me in please, it's freezing." Only now did I hear the background noises, the wind clearly noticeable.
