Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

The One You Want

Aris’s P.O.V

I look at Y/N constantly. I mean I have to. She's the love of my life. She's the light of my world. She's everything I need.

So I shouldn't look at her the way I do. I shouldn't find my gaze on Rachel as I wonder why it ended the way it did. Why outside forces pulled us apart.

She looks back at me. Her eyes catch mine for just a moment, something that makes my heart skip a beat. She was my only friend at one point. She was my life. My first hug, my first kiss, my first connection. She was everything to me.

It's wrong. I know it is. If I ever told anyone, they would say the obvious truth.

I shouldn't still fall asleep next to Y/N. Not when I want to call out to Rachel. To tell her I’m sorry for it all. To tell her I’m sorry I was able to love someone else.

She was dead asleep, sure to be out until morning. It takes a lot to wake her up. There's nothing like having to threaten to drag her out of bed before pressing teasing kisses to her face until she couldn't resist. There's nothing like watching her rest, the moonlight glowing on her.

Sitting up, I kissed her temple, stroking her hair. As expected, she didn't even stir. I know that about her. I know everything about her.

She knows almost everything about me. Everything but the guilty wonder of another life.

Sighing, I got out of bed, keeping my back to her. I have to clear my head. Have to get out of the space we built into ours. Maybe it’ll make my stomach settle. Just for a little bit.

Cracking the door open, I slipped outside, letting it shut behind me. There was an instant breeze sending goosebumps up my arms, the earth punishing me for not being beside my girlfriend who’s done nothing but make my life so much better. She’s the first person I see when I open my eyes and the last one I see when I close them. That should be the only thing that matters.

It's not. She's not, and I know that.

I should do something about it. I should stop holding on. I should stop risking hurting her. She doesn't deserve this. She deserves someone who only wants her. I know that.

I do want her. I do love her.

I just know being with her randomly makes me sick when I look into her kind eyes and realize she should have better.

The world seems empty. The beach seems empty. It all seems so empty, so pointless.

Rachel has a boyfriend now. They look happy. They look like they belong together.

It kills me a little more every time they kiss. It kills me when she rests her head on my shoulder. It kills me when Y/N holds my hand without realizing I’m jealous of someone I’ve assured her she doesn't have to worry about.

Staring out at the sea, I took a breath before shaking my head.

She's bound to realize. She's not stupid. Quite the opposite. She's as smart as it gets, always sharing things I didn't know and teaching me things I didn't know could be taught.

She's going to catch on that when we kiss I can't help but reminisce about another memory. About kissing Rachel. She's going to catch on that I’m noticing every difference in how they kiss. She's going to realize I want to say Rachel's name after an I love you. And I mean my I love you. I truly do. My love for her is real.

It gets overshadowed sometimes. More times than I can handle.

Too caught up in the problem I created, I didn't hear soft footsteps behind me. Not until I felt someone’s presence beside me.