I'll do anything for you (Alsmiffy x reader)

I won't lay a finger on him.

The later it became, the more worried you got. Why couldn't you sleep? Well... you knew why but refused to remind yourself continuously. 

Smith just... stormed out the moment he saw your face.

Did you know him?

Did he know you?

A droplet rolled off your cheek. You sighed. Crying was for the weak or so you'd been told. 'Weak' was the last thing that you wanted to be, especially in this situation.

Shutting your eyes, you attempted to fall temporarily unconscious until sunrise once again. Yet, to no avail. 

Another droplet fell from your eyes.

Another.

"Goddammit" you whispered. 

As tears slipped from your eyes, you shoved your head in the pillow and cried yourself to sleep.

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The morning after

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'Bzzt bzzt' your obnoxious phone called. Groaning as you realised you only actually got less than an hour of sleep, you refused to pull the duvets off and buried yourself under.

"Oi. Get up." You jumped at the sound of another voice nearby. Ripping the covers off, you recognised the face and red ombre.

"K...Kim?!" You yelled.

"Heh. Your expressions when you see me in the morning will never get old." She smiled smugly.

You quietly scowled and eventually got up, changed outfits and slipped yourself into Kim's car, still as drowsy as you were when suddenly woken up.

"You feeling alright?" She asked somewhat nervously.

"Yeah, a lot better thanks." You stated, bluntly lying. However, Kim didn't question it.

"Ah. Good." It was obvious she knew you let like shit still, especially after a night of no sleep.

"Uh... will... Smith be in the office today?" You gulped as you spoke.

"The hats are working from home for the next few days so... don't worry about it." Kim beamed.

"And... is Hannah alright now?"

"Go talk to her." 

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2 hours later

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You walked up to the large door and entered, looking for Hannah. You  crashed into a large towering figure. Seeing as Ross and Smith weren't in the office today, it could only really be one other person.

"M...morning Duncan." You greeted without even looking up.

He held an outstretched hand towards you. "Sorry!" You stood up and brushed yourself off, assuring Duncan you were fine. "Morning by the way..." He added as you were about to leave.

"Oh Duncan," you suddenly said as he began walking away, "where's Hannah?"

"Hannah? She's upstairs I think." You thanked him and dashed off to the staircase.

"Hannah!!" You screamed as you darted into the room where she was.

"Jesus, Ellie!!" She exclaimed, seeming particularly calm after yesterday's events.

You smiled, hoping to keep the mood light. There was no way you could talk to her about yesterday now. "D...do you think we could record something together today?"

Dammit, was that really best question? 

He voice lowered a little. "Ellie... I know what you came for," she paused, "I didn't catch him last night."

You sighed, a little relived to be completely honest. Hannah could have done anything to poor Smith if she got her hands on him.

"--But that fucker will pay. I promise."

"Hannah, you really don't need to--" You were quickly cut off.

"--I refuse to hear you sticking up for that twat after what he did to you. Don't worry, I won't lay a finger on him..."

"If..." You pushed her to continue, knowing there was a catch.

"If his explanation is valid enough for me." She smirked. "And trust me... it won't be."

You were worried sick for Smith, despite your current dislike towards him. Hannah was serious. You made an excuse to quickly leave.

Hannah was not fucking around.

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Later

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Smith had automatically begun to drag himself over to the land of golden unicorns and bad aftertastes once again.

Why he was doing this to himself, he did not know.

Was all this worth it for one girl, he did not know.

All he knew was that he'd fallen into his coffin and the lid was sealing, fast.