Marjoreece Oneshots

Bigger than any fight

TW; mental health, panic attacks

(Marjorie's pov)

"Reece!" I yell at him, and he finally looks up at me. "Thank you!"
"What?" he moodily says, looking back down at his desk.
"You haven't answered me. I've been here for five minutes! Do you want to go home?" I question, and he slams him pen down, looking at me, folding his arms.
"No."
"Oh. Why?" I ask, my voice quiet.
"Because I don't want to be near you." he spits out.
"Oh, really?!? You're actually a fucking joke Reece. Near me? You don't want to be near me? I can't even. Reece I love you, but I don't love how you have been acting at the moment. All this staying late at work, it makes me feel like you are going behind my back, doing things. Fucking hell, I love you so fucking much Reece, and I hope you love me too. But I'm going now, call me when you fucking decide whether you want to be with me or not." I yell at him, storming out.

I run to my car, and drive home. I run upstairs to the bedroom, and curl up into the bed. His side of the bed.
I grab the hoodie from down beside the bed, and pull it over me. It smells of him. Almost as if he is here.
I hear keys turn in the door, and I sit up, hearing as Reece makes his way upstairs.
"The fuck you doing here?" he spits out as he walks into the room.
"I came home." I sniffle out, as he sits at the end of the bed, taking off his shoes.
"Move off my side of the bed." he says, and I move over.
He crawls up the bed, lying down, facing his back to me.
"You not going to talk to me?" I question, and he rolls over.
"Fuck off." he spits out, closing his eyes.
"Reece." I whisper.
"What?" he spits out, sitting up and opening his eyes.
"Talk to me. Tell me, do you want to be with me or not?" I ask, and he just stares at me.
"I don't want to talk." he says, lying down onto his back.

"Reece!" I yell, my voice now growing in sound. "Fucking talk to me. I need to know whether I stay here, or leave!"
"Fuck off Marjorie."
"I'm done. I'm actually done. I can't keep doing this Reece. I know you might be struggling, and I think you are with your mental health. But I've told you every time to talk to me, and yet you don't. I love you so, and all I want is for you to communicate with me. Reece, I do love you so much, but I can't keep going like this." I yell at him, standing by the bedroom door.
"I'm sorry Marjorie." he says, and I sit at the end of the bed, he is going to start talking, I have to be prepared. "But I can't."
"I love you Reece." I say, kissing him, this could be the last time.

I leave the house, reversing out the driveway, looking up at the bedroom window, as Reece sits at it.
I call Char.
"Hi Marjorie." Mia answers.
"Mia, is Char there?" I get out, tears streaming down my face.
"Marjorie? What's happened? Are you safe?" Mia asks, and I pull over, the tears are clouding my vision.
"I can't breathe. Mia, help." I just about manage to get out, between sobs and not being able to catch my breath as it speeds up.
"Okay Marjorie breathe for me. Where are you?" she says, and I can hear her grabbing her keys.
"Park. Help me Mia. Mia!" I scream out, climbing out my car and sitting on the path, trying to ground myself.
"Honey I'm coming. Hang tight for me hun." she talks gently down the phone.
I drop the phone, grabbing my shirt, trying to get my breathing back in control.
"Marjorie? Marjorie!" Mia yells down the phone, but every time I try to respond another sob rips from the back of my throat, taking over the words.
"I'm almost there honey." Mia says, before I hear the phone hang up, then a car.

"Marjorie!" Mia yells, running out of her car, straight to me.
"Hey honey." she says gently, kneeling down in front of me. "Can I take your hands?" she questions, and I lift them shakily, placing them in hers.
"Okay honey. Can you tell me five things you can see?" she questions.
"Y-you, t-the ground, m-my car, t-the road, the p-park." I stumble out.
"Okay well done hun. 4 things you can touch?"
"Y-you, t-the p-path, t-the wall b-behind, t-the g-grass." I get out, my breathing starting to relax slightly.
"Good girl. 3 things you can hear?"
"The cars-s, y-your voice, a r-radio." I say, it being easier to say.
"Good, you're getting there. 2 things you can smell." She says, smiling at me.
"Your p-perfume, Reece's hoodie." I say, my tears lightning, and I can properly see her.
"Hey, you can see me better now? One last thing, 1 thing you can taste?"
"My lipbalm." I say, my breathing now properly calmed.