Hold Me Close •Kyle David Hall X Reader• [DISCONTINUED] (also horrible quality)

Chapter One

~Kyle's POV~ yay

I was sitting with my lovely wife y/n around the children, trying to answer the question every parent gets. "How did you meet?"

"Well you see, Jamie, it was a late night a long time ago when we were teenagers. I got thirsty for some tea and bumped into this lovely lady." I kissed her nose.

"Ew, romance. Gross," Amelia commented.

"You won't be saying that in a few years."

"yes I will."

"Well children it's time for bed."

"AWW but I'm not tired!"

"I don't care James. Bed!"

"Fine," Jamie ran up the stairs and into his room, closing the door. Jamie was 8 and Amelia was 5. We had the perfect life. Two amazing kids, a nice house with lovely neighbors, even a cat! I sighed in content.

That's not the story though.
There's so much more than that.
So much more.
And now the story begins children! Gather round!

It was a late night, that part was indeed correct, and I did want a tea.

I felt tired but I needed some sort of hydration. I got up and slipped on some clothes and some shoes. I grabbed my phone and slid out of the door, humming along to Alone by Sleeping With Sirens. I approached the corner store and opened the door, hearing the chime of a bell. I was welcomed as I walked to the back of the store where the refrigerators were. I slid open a door and grabbed a green peace tea. I stepped backwards, straight into a girl, falling on top of her.
"Oh my god I'm so sorry," I gasped.

"It's fine, I shouldn't have been directly behind you," I helped her up and dusted her off.

"No really! It's my fault! I'm so so sorry!"

"Calm down, I said its fine," She grabbed a tea and walked away. I stood in my place, frozen. I barely had enough time to look at her beautiful e/c eyes, and her h/c hair. She paid and walked out and somebody tapped my shoulder.

"Kyle oh my god I'm a huge fan!"

"Oh, hello there," I gave her a hug and let her take a picture with me. I signed her phone and paid for my drink. I couldn't get my mind off of that damn girl.

I went back to my home and heard the people who make my life a living hell.

"Where have you been, you little shit?"

"I was getting a drink."

"We have water in the refrigerator," My mother spat.

"I didn't want water. It was my decision, leave me alone."

"Why couldn't we have a nice son? Why did we have to give birth to a faggot?"

"Because you decided to be a slut. I don't think dad is even my real dad. I'm sure you fucked a shitload of men back in your day."

"At least I could get people to fuck me."

"In case you haven't noticed I have a FUCKLOAD of fans, some of which I am sure would engage in the sexual intercourse with."

"Get out."

"What?!"

"I said, get out. Get the fuck out of my house! You're such a disappointment,"
I scoffed under my breath at my mother's words.

I grabbed my duffel bag, stuffing my phone charger, laptop, laptop charger, camera, and all of my band merch in it. I stuffed a few pairs of jeans and socks in before slipping out of the door for the final time. Tears streamed down my face as I speed walked down the sidewalk. I bumped into somebody briefly, leaving a comment. "Sorry," I mumbled as I kept walking. It seems that they had grabbed onto me because as I made my next step, I was dragged backwards.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"I got kicked out, why do you care?"

"Considering you fell on me earlier, the least you can do is be nice."

"Oh fuck, it's you."

"Yeah, nice detective skills there, Sherlock."

"Fuck off."

"Oh come on," She grabbed my hand and began walking in the opposite direction I was going.

"What the fuck?!"

"Don't complain, I'm getting you a place to stay."

"Fine," I followed her for about a mile until she got out some keys and fiddled with a door.

"Home sweet home, kiddo," I gasped at the scenery of the lovely home. Creme paint on the walls, a glass coffee table, a white couch with a matching loveseat, a 60 inch television with a play station 4. A blue apple MacBook sat on the glass coffee table.

"This.. This is amazing! How do you afford this?!"

"You could say its a team effort," And then a girl with light blue, medium length, hair and blue eyes walked out. Her septum piercing had a slight glare from the ceiling lights.

"Hey, I'm Sierra. I'm y/n's roommate."

"Hello Sierra. I'm Kyle."

"Nice to meet you, let's get you settled in. Follow me," She began walking down a hall painted the same Creme color as the living room. She pointed towards a door all the way at the end of the hallway. I opened the door and a gasp escaped my lips as I saw the bedroom. It had a queen sized bed with grey and black covers, grey painted walls, a white bookshelf, and a black set of drawers no taller than a yard.

"You like it?"

"I love it," I pulled Sierra into a tight hug.

"I'm glad! Make yourself at home and I'll get started on dinner," I nodded and she walked out. I set my duffel bag on the bed, unzipping it. I pulled out my ban merch and put them all on hangers to be hung in the closet.

I lucked out man.

(THERES SIERRA I GOT THAT PICTURE OF OF GOOGLE SO CREDIT TO THAT BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEING)