Devilish |link neal x reader

Too Far.

-Links POV-

<a week later>

"No. We can't do that" I say to the Manager of the tour.

"I'm sorry, we have to. People are really getting mad. We need this extra week"

"But we cant do that to.." Rhett says, but before he can finish he cuts him off.

"No. She's getting in the way of everything, you guys need to stop worrying about her."

"What do you mean? She gets out of the hospital from a car crash and they rhett and I, the only close LA friends she has just get up and leave for tour? And now we have to stay for another week?"

"Look I'm sorry but-"

"No. You're not sorry.

See, that's the thing about the word sorry.

are you really sorry?

I mean, if you were you'd be able to have her here. But you're not.

So you're not.

You're not sorry.

If you were sorry, you'd let us talk to her more. But you're not.

You're not.

You're not sorry" I said before storming out of his office. Rhett followed after me and put his hand on my shoulder.

"Link, Listen. You gotta calm down."

I took Rhett's hand off and continued to walk to the car.

"Link! We can't turn back now, hundreds of people already got tickets!"

I still didn't listen.

The Tour manager came out of the building, running to us.

"Link! Listen!"

I turned around and stood there, my arms crossed and eye brows furrowed.

"Yes?" I state coldly.

"Listen, I've thought about it and what I did was wrong.

I'll help you,

I know exactly what we can do, but we still have to do the extra week"

"I'm listening..."

-Your POV-

You plop on your bed and hug the teddy bear link gave you. Over this past week, you've cried everyday. You couldn't live without them.

But, in about three weeks you'll see them so you just keep that thought in your mind.

You feel your phone vibrate and look at it,

Link: baby... I'm so sorry.

We have to stay another week

It was at that moment,

Your heart shattered.

No. No. No, no this can't be happening. You think while pulling at your hair.

Y/N: okay, I can't wait to see you again!

You really couldn't.

You felt pain sear through you.

Too. Far.

Too. Long.

Too,

Missed.

You started to cry and ran downstairs.

You sat on the couch and cried your heart out.

You hated it,

Just the thought,

That you couldn't see them,

For another.

Freaking.

Four.

Weeks.

Though instead of sadness, anger filled your body.

"Why. Why does love make you feel this way?" You say out loud.

You turn on the TV and of course, it's on Rhett and Link. You turn it off and head to the kitchen where you see the vase holding the flowers they gave you.

They looked as thought they were dying.

You took the vase and threw it on the ground, resulting in a very loud crash.

Your bottom lip quivers and you walk backwards, almost acted at your previous action. You bump into the wall and slide down, looking at the broken pieces of glass.

"What's happening to me?" You whisper, but opening your mouth only results in tasty your salty tears streaming down your face.

You hear your phone vibrate and you shakily stand up. You walk over to your phone,

Link: that's good to hear that you're okay. We'll see you soon. Love you, baby❤️

You let out another sob and threw your phone on the couch.

You slid down the front door, pulling your knees to your chest as you sobbed.

"Too. Much.

Too long.

Too far."