Marjoreece Oneshots

Figured out

(Reece's pov)

"Marjorie, we've been arguing for at least three days now? Can you just let it go?" I beg.
"No I can't Reece. You were flirting with her, the same way you flirted with me when we met," Marjorie spits out at me.
"No I wasn't. You misunderstood, that is something I would never do to you, I love you. Please, I can't keep sleeping alone in an empty bed, only seeing you at work because you're staying with Charlotte."
"Reece I need the space to figure my head out. I don't know what to think anymore. I mean, of course I still love you, nothing can ever change that, I just don't know whether I can forgive you for flirting with another women, especially how it looked," she turns her head back to her computer.
"Okay." I walk over to her, moving her chin to face me. I lean down, pressing a kiss to her lips.
"I miss you. When your head is figured out, come by the house. Otherwise, I can't bear to look at you all day, not knowing if I'll hold you again. I love you Marjorie," I say, kissing her once more before walking out the office.

I climb in my car, driving out the car park, seeing Marjorie watching from the window with her fingers glazing over her lips.
I hold it together, at least until I get inside the house. Once I make it to the bed, I completely let go, the tears falling.
I miss her so much, but I'm glad that if that was the last time I ever see her, at least I got to kiss her once more.
I curl up in the bed, wishing for Marjorie to be next to me, comforting me. Unfortunately, we want the things we can't have. And I can't have her. I let my eyes close, it's probably better to sleep anyway.

(Marjorie's pov)

Reece just softly kissed my lips and then left the office. And I don't even know if that's the last time I'll see him, he said that he can't bear to look at me if he can't hold me.

All I want is nothing more than for him to hold me, to comfort me when I get upset. It's been at least three days, and it's felt like an eternity. I can't sleep, I can't sleep in an empty bed, the other side of it where it's cold instead of warm.
But I can't have that. Guess we want the things we can't have. And I can't have him.

"Marjorie!" Autumn yells from behind me, causing me to turn. "I have been calling you for ages! You've been staring out of the window for the last five minutes, your fingers on your lips. Are you going crazy? Do you need help?"
"Oh piss off Autumn." I sit back down at my desk, trying to get myself stuck into work.
"I'm sorry? Did you just tell me to piss off? What is wrong with you? Get your head out of your arse Marjorie," she slams her hands on my desk.
"You don't know anything. I haven't slept in days, coffee doesn't even do anything anymore. I can't even piece together a formal sentence on any of my emails. I can't do anything, I can't eat properly. You don't get it!" I snap at her, and she looks taken aback.
"I don't get what? Okay maybe you haven't slept or eaten properly, maybe you're tired. But why? You won't speak to anyone who asks, you won't even talk to Char! Does Reece know?" Her cold demeanour dropped, and she was talking softly.
"No! Reece doesn't know! I don't know what Reece knows anymore! I haven't seen him in at least 3 days, unless it's at work. I can't sleep because he's not next to me, I feel lost without him okay? But I don't know what to say to him, because I started this. All because I was jealous. I thought he was flirting with her, but why would he? He's so sweet. He's so loving. I got jealous because someone else was flirting with him. God I miss him! But I'm so stupid and I let this go on for so long and I pushed him away. And I don't know if he wants me anymore!" I break down in tears.

"Marjorie," Autumn says softly, walking around my desk and crouching in front of my chair, "I'm sorry for being rude. That was my problem. I'm sorry you're going through whatever that is with Reece. I'm sure Reece does miss you, and he wants you. You clearly didn't communicate properly. I think you need to just go talk to him. He loves you, you love him. Just go home and talk to him."
"But what if-?"
"No Marjorie. Just go talk to him," she cuts me off before I can spiral.
"Okay. I'm going," I sniffle, grabbing my stuff and leaving the office, making a b-line for my car.