Between us • 𝖠 𝖤𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗆𝗌 𝖥𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 (Ellie Williams x female oc)

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𝖺/𝗇 - 𝗂 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝖺 𝖳𝖶 𝗌𝗈... 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁.

Monday.
No calls, and the texts were sparse and spread out to say the least.
As the week went on, I heard less from her. It wouldn't be a big deal if I knew she was busy, but I tried stopping by Ellie's room yesterday, and she didn't answer.

I heard music coming from inside.

Luckily, Abby seemed to get over whatever frustrations she had with me, and thank god because I needed the normalcy of our friendship to keep me from doing something stupid.

I was pissed.
Hell, pissed is putting it lightly.
I'm fucking hurt.
I took her back, knowing damn well it wasn't going to be easy, but I gave her that chance, and for what? Love?

Why can't she love me back?

-

Friday, 7:36 p.m.

"It's getting really annoying seeing you like this." Abby sighed, her eyes still skimming across the words in her book. "Just go talk to her."

I rolled my eyes, and tossed my sheets off of me, turning around to face her, "You think I haven't tried that already?" I spat back, annoyed that she made it seem so simple when it's anything but simple when Ellie is involved.

Abby took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling deeply as she took her glasses off, lightly tossing them aside, and landing on her nightstand with a soft, plastiky clack.

"So...what? You're just going to let her ignore you until she needs another fix? Is that it?" She turned and sat up, waving her hands around before letting them dangle between her open thighs, her tone suggesting some lingering animosity.

Towards who though, I'm not sure.

I threw myself up, and yanked a pair of pants off the floor, tugging them over my legs in a less than graceful manner.
"Fuck you, Abby."

I left the room with nothing but the clothes I was wearing and my phone- my heart racing, and my head somewhere far away, detached from my body like I was watching myself in a dream make all the wrong decisions but had no way of warning myself.

-

7:45 p.m.

I stood at the door and looked down, silently cursing myself for letting anger make me forget to put on some fucking shoes before I left.

I knocked and waited, letting a few seconds pass before I knocked again. Still nothing.
I pressed my ear to the wood, listening for any signs of life.

It was quiet like... really quiet.

If I didn't know any better, I would've thought she wasn't here, and maybe she was with Dina or something, but the strong scent of weed made me think otherwise.

"I'm not leaving, Ellie!" I yelled through the door and crossed my arms over my chest, protecting the very little modesty I had left.

Why am I doing this to myself?

I was ready to give up, leave it for another day and just hope by some miracle she'd come to me, but as I turned away from the door, it opened.

"Ellie?" I said quietly, moving my head around to see her face through the few inches of opened door.

"Hey." She half-assed a smile, and looked towards to floor, door creaking on its hinges.

"Can I come in?" I asked, lowering my voice to an almost whisper, and taking a step closer.