Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door? ( Ryan Ross X Reader)

Never looked better.

Ryan's POV:

I stared in shock at Y/N's house.
Shit! What did I get myself into?
I pushed her away from me only to find us closer to each other now.

"Ryan! Would you mind helping me?" My mom said motioning towards my suitcase and other boxes.
I tore my eyes away from her house and proceeded towards her to help her.
As we entered, I saw that the house was completely empty.
Completely empty in the sense that no one was inside.
"Why is no one in here?" I asked, looking around here and there.
"Your new dad is at work and Patrick is not at home for the time being. He'll return home in 3 months." She said. She took me up to my room and I dumped my suitcase in my bed. I could unpack later.
I sat down on my bed and thoughts of Y/N swirled around in my head.
"Is something wrong?" My mom asked.
I let out a sigh.
"I need to tell you something." I said quietly.
She nodded her head and sat down beside me, scrutinizing me.
"Well, earlier when you found me, I was trying to commit suicide." I said quietly, avoiding her gaze.
Her reaction was exactly like what I had expected.
Her eyes widened, and she gasped, putting one hand to her mouth. She hugged me, resting her chin on my head.
"Why?" She said, as I felt tear drops wetting my T-shirt.
"I have a girlfriend, Y/N. We were hanging out at Brendon's but he noticed my bruises and I didn't want her in danger. So I ran away from her and it broke her heart." I said.
"Anything else?" She asked me.
"Yes. Her house is just two houses away from here. I just realized that." I said.
"Well, if you really love her, you should go and apologize and patch up things between you two. I take it you love her to death?" She asked, smiling at me.
"Yeah. How did you know?" I asked, flabbergasted.
"Well, I'm your mother. I can tell. Now go make up with her!" She said, patting my back.
"Yeah, I will. Thanks for the advice!" I said, beaming at her. I placed a quick kiss on her cheek and left for Y/N's house.
As I neared her house, my nervousness increased greatly.
As I walked to the door, I took in a deep breath and raised my hand to ring the doorbell.
But my hand wouldn't move any further. It was as if it had got stuck there.
What if she hates me now? What if she doesn't want to see my face?
Goddamnit Ryan! Just do it!
I gathered up my courage and pressed my finger to the doorbell and waited.
Within seconds, I heard footsteps and the sound of the door being opened.

The next moment, everything went black and I couldn't breathe.

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Sorry for the short chapter.
I'm having a writer's block at the moment.