Being with you (A reader insert fanfic)

Chapter 4

After releasing all the tears, I was feeling much better. It had been a while since I cried like that. Although, the lightheadedness hadn't disappeared yet. I needed to rest. So, I changed position and properly laid myself on my bed. I closed my eyes and let my mind be empty.

The hangover wouldn't go away easily. I went to my phone and searched for what helped with my hangover. It was my first hangover so I had no idea how to handle it. I went to my medicine box in the bathroom and took Motrin. Made my way to the kitchen and prepared a glass of water to drink with the pills. I drank the pills and then the glass of water. It helped with the headaches. I sat down on the couch and took my laptop. I went to watch some anime in my spare time to relax.

Two hours later

I spent my time watching anime to the point where I lost track of time, I didn't even notice. I looked at the time. I was feeling much better than before. I took my laundry basket and went to my washing machine. It was put inside like a closet. There were two closets in my apartment. One was for laundry stuff and the other was for my clean clothes and accessories.

I started doing my laundry and it lasted around a couple of hours with breaks of course. Once all my dirty clothes were washed and dried. I started ironing them and folding the clothes. I didn't fold all of them. There were some clothes that I hung instead of folding. Most of the clothes that I hung were dresses or suits that I had.

My laundry was all done. It was almost 1 PM. I continued the rest of my day, doing nothing interesting. I was mostly resting myself from the hangover. It hadn't lasted yet but the pain and the headaches were at least decreasing. Ethan hadn't responded to my text. My notification bar was dry. I had no one to talk with, besides Mr. Fischbach. But, it would be weird for us. It wasn't my first time feeling that lonely. It hurt a lot.

I was resting on my couch. My eyes landed on the old knitting box that I hadn't touched for a while. It was sitting on my shelf for a few weeks without any human touch, 'The last time I knit was when I gave those gloves to Ethan.' I got up from the couch and took the box. The gloves that I was supposed to give Ethan were in the wooden box,

"I miss knitting. I stopped knitting because it reminds me a lot of him." I sighed. I put down the box on the coffee table in front of me. I looked at the knitted gloves that I made. They brought a lot of memories. I lay down on my couch. I was getting exhausted.

A realization hit me. I just realized I hadn't washed the dishes yet. I got up, made my way to my sink, and started doing the dishes. It took me around 35 minutes to do them all.

After doing the dishes, I dried my hands, took a drink, and went to my bedroom. I was getting tired. I lay down on my bed. My phone was silent. No notification came up. It was making my loneliness feel worse. The pain from the hangover had slowly decreased. My eyes grew heavy. The sleepiness had finally taken over. My eyes closed and sent me into a deep slumber.

A few hours later

I heard knocking on my door. It was bothering my slumber. That medicine hit me with that drowsiness. I sat up from the couch. The sunlight from the sunset shone down on my eyes. I wiped away the sleepiness from my eyes,

"Y/n? It's Ethan." I got up and went to the front door. I opened the door. Ethan was standing outside of my apartment with a box of chicken noodle soup, "Hey," I greeted awkwardly.

"I brought you food that you might like and also might help the hangover more." He handed me the box,

"Oh, thank you. I didn't expect that. Although, I appreciate it." I took the box from him softly,