Do You Think I'm Okay? t.f. x reader

18

"Miss Y/N, you have some visitors." William's voice called from the other side of my bedroom door. Another 2 weeks have passed, the door never opening once unless it was William, who frequently force fed me to eat. "Tell them to fuck off." I yelled irritably, pent up anger coating my hoarse voice. "Miss Y/N, I really think you'd like to see them right now." He said sweetly, like a mother who is worried about you. I sighed, frustration building up in my aching bones. "Fine. I'll be down in a second." I hissed, sitting up in a Frankenstein's Monster esc way. To be honest, I probably looked like Frankenstein's Monster right about now..

(^^Current and forever mood^^)

I pulled off my sweaty and dirty sweatshirt, putting on a black teeshirt that said 'teary eyes sparkle the most' in white italic. I put on some black and white basketball shorts, fulfilling my emo look.
I went into my bathroom, looking in the mirror. My eyes widened in horror at my face. Purple bags were under my eyes, my lips were chapped and bleeding in sections that I bit off the skin. I had stress-acne on my chin and forehead, but only a little, so I didn't worry too much. My eyes were bloodshot-red and extremely puffy due to the amounts of sobbing I did. My skin looked ghostly pale, almost a sickly green color.
I quickly took my hair out of the messy bun, tying it up into a tight and neat ponytail. Once I was done, I shrugged, not really caring about how I looked as I exited my bathroom, walking over to my bedroom door and placing my hand on the door handle.
This is the first time I've been out of my room in a over a month. My heart started racing, my forehead, neck, and armpits began to sweat. I shook my head, turning the doorknob and stepping out of my room slowly. I closed the door behind me, walking down my spiraled marble staircase slowly, my legs shaking weakly from the new movement. I looked down at my living room from above, stopping in the middle of the staircase. Sat on my couch was Emma, Daniel, Rupert, Finn, Tom, and a clearly annoyed Willow. They were chatting away quietly, a nervous tension in the air. I was happy that Emma, Daniel, Rupert, and Finn were here, but I was sadly and angrily confused as to why Tom and Willow were here. How can they have the audacity to show their faces in my home after what they said about me on Twitter?

"I can't believe you guys brought a kid with you. I might just call the police and report a kidnapping." I joked, trying to clear the tension. Their heads snapped to look at me, shocked by my sudden voice. Scared looks turned into relieved and happy ones as Emma, Daniel, Rupert, and Finn got up and rushed over to me. As I made it to the final step, the foursome tackled me, crushing me in a dog pile. "Y/N, OH MY GOD! YOU WORRIED ME SO MUCH, YOU BITCH!" Emma let out a muffled shriek as her face was stuffed into the crook of my neck. "EMMA'S RIGHT! WE WERE ALL SO WORRIED!" Daniel added as his arms wrapped around my waist firmly. "I MISSED YOU!" Finn cried childishly as he lay fully on top of me, face squished into my chest as he latched himself onto me.
I giggled at them, a permanent smile plastered on my tired face. "I'm sorry." I whispered as my left hand went up to rub Emma's back as my right hand went over to soothingly play with Finn's curly hair. My right leg wrapped around Daniel's waist as my left one intertwined with one of Rupert's. I closed my eyes, all of our breathing in sync as we laid in a pile of warmth, almost falling asleep in this position.
I say 'almost' because an awkward cough brought us back to reality. I heard the group all grumble and huff, annoyed that someone interrupted the sweet and family esc moment. I smiled widely at them as we all got up, silently letting them know that it'll most likely happen again. I looked over to the person who coughed, seeing a sad looking Tom and a bitchy looking Willow. I crossed my arms and tilted my head slightly at them in a curious way, like a dog would.

"Why are you 2 here?" I asked blatantly, hatred clear in my tone. Tom shuffled from one foot to another, his shaky hands fidgeting together. "I um.. I wanted to apologize. For the things that I've said and done, I mean." He looked at me hopefully as he bit his bottom lip nervously. I nodded my head towards Willow. "Why is that here?" I frowned at Tom. Willow silently snarled at me, her eyes squinting as she tried to look menacing. "I wanted to apologize on her behalf as well. She won't do it on her own, so I will." Tom sighed frustratedly at Willow, quickly glancing at her ever-so-often.
"I'm mad at you. What makes you think that I'll accept either one of your apologies?" I pushed further. "Y/N-" "No, this is between him and I, not anyone else." I cut off Emma. She shrunk back down, looking at Tom sorrowfully. "I know you're mad, but-" "I'm not just mad Tom. I'm furious. I'm upset, broken, hurt, backstabbed, angry, mad, EVERY GODDAMN HATEFUL WORD THERE IS." I cut him off too, raising my voice at the end. "But continue." I added sweetly. He looked shocked at my sudden outburst, his mouth not being able to say anything because he was at a loss for words. Before he could say anything, I quickly stepped forward.

"I remembered what I told you that night. I remembered it all after you left. You left. You left me, Tom. You left me shattered, and then you proceeded to bash me on Twitter." I took another step forward. "If you want my forgiveness, you'll have to bloody work for it. It's not gonna' come easy, just so you know." Another step. "If you want me to be your best friend again, then PROVE IT." I yelled as I took another step, coming face to face with him. His breath hitched, his eyes watering. I leaned in, my face inches from his. "And next time, come speak with me in private so I don't end up embarrassing you again." I whispered before shoving him back slightly, whipping around and walking into the kitchen to find William, Finn and Emma right speedily behind me.

Prove it, Tom.