･ﾟ✩ 𝐹𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃┊Conan gray x reader ✩ﾟ･

3) your eyes were red and your lips were torn

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"Conan? It's Y/n. I need some help..." You say, your voice brittle.

"Y/n, are you okay?" He asks genuinely, "You sound like you're about to cry."

 You explain your incident to him. About how you always lock your door. And how you always keep the lights turned off.  And about the strawberries which are left in your fridge, because, food is expensive- and strawberries are nice.

There's a radio silence at the end of the line. 

"I'm sorry- I didn't know who else to call." You say, fighting back tears. "Conan?" You squeeze your eyes shut. Why did I call him? I always make everything worse. I probably just left my door open...

 You're suddenly drawn back to reality when he speaks, "I'm coming now. You said you live on Rodney Avenue? I'll be there in two minutes." He says, full of steely determination. 

"Thank you." You breathe. A sense of relief washes over you like a tidal wave, though you're still quite shook from the eeriness of the situation.

After two of the longest minutes later, Conan arrives in his large Jeep. He runs over to you, unexpectedly pulling him towards you in his warm embrace. Your cheeks burn, but you hug him back, it feels... nice, you think as you pull away. 

He smiles, "Okay, which one is your apartment?" he asks. 

You point up the stairs, "it's apartment 3c- I'll come with you." 

You lead him to your apartment, where you stand behind him, peering over his shoulder. He walks in and you follow him, only to reveal your flat has been flipped upside down. Clothes which are normally folded neatly in your wardrobe are now tossed around, your paperwork is scattered and your curtains are ripped. After Conan checks nobody is in the flat, you sit on your messy bed. You hug Conan again, for comfort-you are not as sad, just angry. 

"Fuck." You whine, "Which pissing motherfucker would do this?"

  Your head is aching and your limbs are sore. You just want to lie down, but you see Conan looking around at your flat. 

"How can you live like this?" He asks, pointing to the damp walls, broken lights and cracked plug sockets. 

You sigh, hugging your knees close to your chest. "I don't really have a choice. Do I?" You say becoming more tired by the minute. 

Conan grins. "I'll give you a choice then. Y/n, do you want to become roommates?" He asks. You look up, smiling. " I'd love to." 

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After what seemed like hours, you and Conan had finally finished packing your things, which had gotten slightly awkward after he found your red bra in which the intruder had flung on the floor, like he did with the rest of your other clothes. Thanks a lot, you thought as Conan stuffed it into a bag sheepishly. After calling your landlord and telling him you were leaving, you sat in the passenger seat of Conan's jeep, plugging your seat belt in as he started driving. 

"Can you put the radio on?" You asked with a yawn. It's late now and the sky is dark. He fumbles with the radio until a song blasts out of the speaker.

The stop lights, a familiar drive
Through another ghost town on a Saturday night
All alone so you're losing your mind tonight
And I said, "Calm down, I'll there by tonight"
Don't you get yourself down, not the end of your life
Don't mean that you'll marry me tonight, tonight.