lead singer || a tyler jøseph x reader

chapter 25

(Y/N POV)
As I opened my eyes, I glanced around. I didn't really recognize where I was, but it didn't matter. My head hurt and I felt sick.

The taste of blood lingered in my mouth.

For some reason, I tasted blood.

I couldn't remember anything. I thought as hard as I could, but all I remembered was my name, address, and phone number. I watched as a man entered the room and leaned down. I touched his face. He was oddly familiar.

I traced the lines around his eyes and the sunken-in areas of his cheeks. He leaned down to kiss me, and I pushed him away. I didn't remember him.

"(Y/N)? Don't you remember me?" he asked. I didn't remember his name, but I remembered knowing him. Friends, I think we were. I didn't love him. That much I remembered.

"No," I replied. It wasn't a lie. I didn't remember his name or his significance. "I don't know why you tried to kiss me."

"I-" The mystery man began to speak, but he was ordered to leave by a nurse. I simply held up my arms for vitals and watched as more needles were poked into my arm. I winced in pain but submitted.

"Will I have more visitors today?" I asked, observing all of the machines that surrounded my bed. The nurse simply shrugged.

"Actually, there is a man here who would like to see you." She walked outside quickly and pulled in a young-looking boy.

As he looked at me, I felt a familiar sense of butterflies. The sight of his face made me smile, and he walked over to me.

"Remind me of your name," I said quietly, and an absolutely heartbroken look crossed his face. I felt awful, but I had memories of him. I needed his name.

"Tyler," he whispered. "Do you remember me?" I could tell by the wavering in his voice that he was trying not to cry. I ignored the sadness growing inside of me and I traced my finger across his lips. Soft, smooth. I pulled his head down and leaned in. At the simple touch of our lips, I felt a warmth slowly spread through my body.

We stayed like this for a while. I loved the feel of him. I loved him. Oh, there was no way I could have forgotten Tyler. After a while, though, he pulled away, and I smiled.

"Yes, Tyler Robert Joseph. I remember you." As I said his name, his face lit up. He leaned in and hugged me tightly, and I could practically feel his happiness. All of a sudden, though, I watched as the mystery man entered the room and my arms dropped.

"What's wrong?" Tyler asked. I pointed to the man. "Josh?"

"Yes." I glared at him, angered. "I don't love him. You're Tyler, right?" Tyler nodded. "And I feel the connection. But you are Tyler, which means you're my boyfriend. And if so, that means Josh shouldn't have tried to kiss me." Tyler's jaw dropped as I finished my sentence, and Josh looked surprised.

Tyler grabbed Josh's arm and dragged him out of the room, shutting the door. Suddenly, memories flooded back. Josh. Tyler. Best friends. I shouldn't have said anything. I shouldn't have done it.

I felt the tears falling down my face. Guilt consumed me. I couldn't help sobbing as I imagined the scenarios that were going on outside. Friendship-ruining scenarios. All because of me.

I cried and hiccuped, wishing and praying for Tyler to return. I wanted him to come back and hug me. I wanted Tyler. I felt horrible.

"Tyler, come back," I whispered, wiping my nose on my arm. "Please, Tyler." My voice was barely audible, and yet he must have hard me. He walked inside almost right after I had said it.

"Why are you crying?" he asked, walking over to me. He wiped my eyes with the back his left hand. "Do you feel bad for telling me?" I nodded, and he frowned. Oh, how well he knew me. Oh, how much I loved him.

"Will you sing me a song?" I asked. I hiccuped and sniffed between each word, but he still nodded and got into my tiny hospital bed with me.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine," he began. The song made me tear up, but I told him to continue. It made me happy.

I listened to the soothing sound of his voice as he sang to me. I felt my eyelids growing heavier as I listened to him. With each word that he sang, I felt closer and closer to sleep.

"Goodnight," he whispered. I closed my eyes and pretended to fall asleep as silent tears rolled down my face.

It wasn't from happiness.

It was because I had started to remember Josh.

And the feelings I had hidden away.