Norman Reedus Imagines

Falling Deep (Norman)

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You had the impression to live in a bad romance novel. Why? Because in those books the hero -being a woman or a man- always fall for the wrong person, the special someone who's simply inaccessible and too perfect. For you, it was your best friend Norman.

The two of you had always been inseparable since you were kids. He had been your only friend back then and he was now the only one who was still by your side. You had supported Norman since the first day you met, defending him against mean girls at school and giving him advices with girls. You were there when he got his heart broken for the first time, letting him cry on your shoulder and cuddle you all night long.

Norman had indeed done the same for you. He was a loyal friend and the most important person in your life. Slowly, you started to grow stronger feelings for him. Every time he would kiss your cheek, you would blush. Every time he would hold your hand while wandering down the streets with you, your heart would skip a beat. Every time he would hold you close, you would sigh and hug him tighter.

Every time he would tell you about another girl, you would cry yourself to sleep.

Life was hard after you realized what kind of feelings you truly had for Norman. You would constantly try to hide them, pretending not to be jealous or hurt but 'Oh Lord' was it hard!

What you didn't know was that Norman felt the same about you. He had always wanted to be more than your best friend but you never seemed to be interested. Even if he would hold you close for hours and whisper sweet nothings into your ears, you would still seemed to look at him as 'the good friend'. Norman had tried to tell you but he never found the courage to admit it, even to himself.

Nowadays, Norman was a really famous actor. He was working nonstop and so were you. You unfortunately grew apart and your health had slowly started to get worse. You weren't ill, you didn't have a major sickness but you were falling deep. Norman had always been your sanity, your only friend, loosing him and seeing his life throughout your social media accounts was killing you.

You saw how happy he seemed... Without you. He didn't need you as much as you needed him.

At least, that's what you thought.

You sighed as you stared at the screen of your phone. You were sitting on your sofa, staring at the same picture for almost 15 minutes now. The picture was one of Norman's Instagram account, he was with an unknown girl at a party.

She seemed nice and he seemed happy.

Your eyes slowly drifted to your lap, letting the tears drop into the dark fabric of your jeans, creating small darker wet patterns.

You placed your phone down on the sofa next to you and hugged your legs close to your chest, resting your forehead on top of your knees.

You missed him so much.

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Norman checked his phone for the hundredth time today. He was waiting for (Y/N)'s call, every Friday when he was away for work or at home they would call each other and spend hours over the phone. Hearing her voice was for him a real relief. He knew that her voice was the one he wanted to hear every morning when he woke up and every evening when he went to sleep.