I'll do anything for you (Alsmiffy x reader)

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Smith pushed open the door in a drunken-but-not-wasted state.

He'd called it a day at the pub, deciding this girl wasn't quite worth his life.

As soon as he took a few lopsided steps around the dark corner, he was grabbed by the collar and shoved against a wall.

"--The fuck?!" He exclaimed, just sobering up a tad.

"Who the fuck is she to you?" A feminine voice called out, "tell me."

"Fuck off, Hannah." Smith wasn't prepared for the interrogation.

"No." She said bluntly. "I wasn't asking. I was demanding."

At this point, Smith, having heard enough out of the blonde, attempted to shove past her. However, his path was directly blocked by Hannah's arm.

"Look me in the eye, Smith."

"Stay away from her Hannah," Smith shoved her against a wall, this time it being his turn to block escape routes, "she's..." he sighed, "we were bonded in some fucking way."

"...I'm listening..." Hannah probed, surprised she was actually able to make the taller man spill.

"We were in a band together, we wrote songs, we sang together all the time. I... loved her," he spat the words like poison, souring his tongue, "I loved this girl... but when we were involved in some... trauma, to put it simply, she betrayed our bond. Our fucking, goddamn promise. Anything and everything? Always have me in her heart? She fucked up, big time."

"Ellie said she doesn't know who you are, Smith," Hannah stated, "she--"

"--Exactly. This is my final repayment," Smith shot back, saltily, "a shattered promise and the culprit left without the memories or guilt!"

Hannah sighed but continued to investigate, "What do you mean without memories or guilt?"

"She lost all her personal memories before the age of 14 because of that traumatic experience," he sighed sadly, "she won't ever remember how much I did for her and she sure as fuck doesn't remember what she did to me."

"Does she not remember anything? At all?" Hannah avoided the sloppy, 'tell them what they want to hear' route of speech, knowing full well it wasn't what Smith wanted to hear.

"Nothing. Not one thing. Not one kiss. Not one song and most certainly..."

"...Not me."