𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆 | 𝑰𝑻 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒃 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔

𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦

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y/n's pov

the cold lingering on the bed was unfamiliar as my arms searched for stanley's body, desperate for a source of warmth. my hands ran along the bedsheets but was left without a trace of the boy, causing my eyes to flutter open.

'stan? stanny?' i called out with my hoarse morning voice.

left without a response, i carefully got up and walked out of the room in search for him. looking in every room and checking it twice afterwards.

that was seven hours ago.

still no sign of him and the anxiety has been rolling over me ever since i woke up. every time i try to stop crying and distract myself making the sobs come back twice as strong. my cries likely muffling the sound of the door locks shifting before unlocking as the very person i've been without walks through the threshold.

'y/n, baby... i'm home.'

when he finally sees me and my teary eyed demeanour he instantly drops his stuff. as he comes up beside the couch he kneels down to match my height, his soft eyes staring into mine with concern. his hand comes up to hold the side of my face and his thumb under my eyes to rid the tears along my waterline that were threatening to fall.

i wrap my arms around his neck slowly and pull him close enough for me to shove my face into the crook of his neck, my nose rubbing against the soft skin of his collarbone. i can sense the confusion on his face, i can feel the gears shifting in his head searching for some kind of explanation behind my actions.

'really?'

i nod timidly, worried i've done something wrong.

'i... i just need you right now... stan. pl-please' my voice breaks before i can do anything.

stanley seems to pick up on my anxiety as he sighs and carefully wraps my legs around his waist so he can pick me up, he walks out of the room and i cling to him tightly, scared of the unrealistic chance he'd disappear if i let go. he walks up the stairs then into our room and sits us down on the bed, his back against the headboard and me still in his lap.

'hm? y/n... what's going on? talk to me, it's okay.'

'i- i don't know what's wrong. i was alone all day and i just felt sad when i woke up and you weren't next to me... or, or even here at home and when you came home and i saw you i just started crying and i can't s-stop'

i feel another wave of endless tears fill my eyes before they roll down my flushed cheeks.

he looks down at me, using his soft fingers to wipe my eyes then pulling his sweater sleeve over his palms so he could wipe my cheeks.

'you're cheeks... they're all red, sweetheart.' he murmurs, running the fabric across my skin gently.

soft cries continue to flow out of my mouth and my bottom lip shook slightly.

'aw, y/n. angel, are you sure you weren't just missing me?' he asks.

the question left a small aching sting somewhere in me. before i could stop it, a harsh sob wracks my body and immediately stan pulls me so impossibly close. his hand strokes my hair while the other wraps around my back and rubs circles onto my waist. i feel a pair of soft, plump lips press kisses across my head as i push my face farther into his neck so that my nose is pressed against his neck and hidden from sight.

'you don't have to be scared. what you're feeling isn't bad or wrong, it's love.'

he presses yet another kiss to my head, letting me cry freely.