🕷🕸~ Bad Habits ~🕸🕷 {Poly Pavitr fanfic}

Avoidance

Hey lovleys! I'm going on vacation for a few days, but I have some chapters saved up to post then!

Happy readings :D 
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-----Pavitr POV-----

I woke up with a awful headache, and I couldn't seem to remember what I did yesterday.

I blink a few times, trying to get use to the harsh sunlight dripping through the window.
Rubbing my temples, I look around.

Hobie is right above me, half my body is apparently in his lap. I can feel my face heat up, but I'm sure it's because I'm hungover... Yeah. 

He ran his lanky fingers through my hair, talking to someone. Who, I think It's Gayatri.
My legs are laying in Gayatri's lap.

"Pavi, ya' 'wake?" Hobie's voice was husky as he nudged my shoulder, still combing through my hair.

"Yeah." I nod, rubbing my head again.

"Ya' have a nice lady on ya' hands." Hobie snuck a quick smile at Gayatri who giggled, but Hobie seemed to lace his tone in sarcasm. Like he always did when talking about Gayatri, it drove me insane. 

"I know." I mumble, closing my eyes to try and block out the sunlight.


"I'll make some breakfast and grab you something for your head." Gaytri gave me a smile, getting up from the couch and giving me a kiss on the cheek. 


"Where's Miles and Gwen?" I yawn, sitting upwards and looking over at Hobie.

"I left them at the bar... But their fine, Gwendy got a hotel for the two of 'em." Hobie shrugged, slumping across the couch. 


I know I pulled a stupid face when he said 'Gwendy' and I don't even know why, the way he talks about Gwen, the way he interacts with Gwen. It makes me sick, and I don't know why!

I tried remembering anything that happened last night, but it was all a blur. A Hobie filled blur... Yeah, I remember a lot of Hobie. He was like, really close to me.


I felt my face heating up at the thoughts of last night, it really didn't help I could feel Hobie's eyes piercing me.


When It felt like I was going to crumble up and die of both embarrassment and whatever was making me feel so hot right now, Gaytri thankful came walking up to the couch. Two aspirins and a cup of water in her hands. 

"Here you go darling." Gayatri handed me the pills, which I took instantly. Praying that it would end my 'suffering'.

I really didn't drink a lot, and now I have another reason why. 

I can feel Hobie give me another glance, but this time he has no smirk, no dumb gaze, nothing. Nothing but a frown, a scowl almost. Aimed at Gayatri. 
It took me aback, I watched for a few seconds. Maybee for a bit to long though.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Gaytri sat downright next to me, intertwining our fingers.

"Nothing..." I mumbled, sipping on the water I have. 

"You sure?" She frowns, sitting a bit closer to me. Her warmth seeping onto my body.

"Yeah, I'm sure." I nod, finally facing her. A wimpy smile plastered on my face. 


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It had been around third months since that morning. Pavitr and Hobie were basically inseparable at this point, they were always together doing whatever. 
                                     
                        -----Gayatri's POV-----

I was at our apartment, washing dishes. Some music playing on my phone. 
My hips moving in sync with the song. 


My eyes glaze over a photo on the wall, it's of me and Pavitr. 
Pavitr isn't here, he just left. Didn't even care to tell me where he had to go to in a rush. 

Pavitr, he's at Hobie's. I just know it, and it sickens me. 
I know what he's trying so hard to hide from me. And it hurts me more than anything. 

I know that he loves Hobie more than anything, or anyone else. 
And it hurts, it hurts to know I lost him to some punk British guy.

Not that I hate Hobie or anything, no, no far from that. He's a wonderful man, we get along just fine. 
And that makes it all worse, I get why Pavitr likes him. But it still hurts.

I can't shake the thoughts that have been plaguing my mind for three months, and I don't think I want to.

Finally, I dry and put away the last plate. Grabbing my phone, I almost hurry to my room. Flopping down on my bed. 

I scroll through my phone for what seems to be hours, just trying to entertain myself. 

Soon I do grow bored though, turning on whatever will distract me. Something about Pavitr just leaving without saying where he was going was really bothering me today, but I couldn't remember why. 

I resume the crotchet project I had been working on days prior. Funny thing, it was actually a plushie for Pavitr.

"Seems like that boy just can't leave my mind." I laugh to myself, almost pitiful. 

Pavitr misses our dates a lot, and sometimes just leaves when were hanging out. Even before Hobie came into the mix. 
I used to try convincing myself his wild excuses where true. But I can't do that anyone.

I know it's me, I'm almost sure he doesn't have feelings for me anymore. It's like I just lost my boyfriend, and it's my fault. 

When the uneasy feeling won't go away, I decide to grab a drink. Setting down my unfinished project, and crochet hook. I get up, turning the Tv off and slowly walking down the hall. 

It's late night, and I'm wearing a nightgown. My hair is down still, though I have yet to brush it. 

I make it into the kitchen, but I freeze in my tracks.

There's Pavitr, the boy I'd been desperate to talk to for around 3 months in our kitchen finally. And what is he doing. 

Making out with Hobie on the kitchen counter. 

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~Cliffhanger 😋, I'm not sorry. Have a nice day or night regardless dears.~

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