High Walls (Mccree x reader) [Discontinued]

Chapter 9

Seeing Mccree all the sudden brought up some memories. Shit you pushed aside in order to get on with life. You sat in your kitchen. It kinda hurt to think about it. They were the closest thing to a family to you. Overwatch was something that you missed so much. No one has contacted you which sucks. You miss all of them. Jack, Gabe, Ana, Angela, Winston, Lena, Reinhardt, Torbjorn, And even Genji. You need to get in contact with someone. But you didn't know where to start. You sigh in frustration as you run through ways to get in contact with someone. You can't come up with anything that works. Maybe it's better that way.

You wake up sitting at the dinning table. You stand up and stretch, sore from the shity place you decided to sleep on. You had nothing to do today so you decided to go for a walk. You got dressed, grabbed your wallet and keys, and left. You weren't walking for long before you bumped into Mccree. All the previous courage you had was drained. You couldn't be an asshole today. In your blind rage from the past days you forgot how terrifying this man could actually be. You kept your head down and continued walking. "Wait!" You heard him call. "I didn't notice it was you. By now you would've said somethin overly snide." He joked. But you kept your head down and continued forward. He tilted his head, but continued to follow you. "Did I say somethin wrong?" He asks. You stay silent. This seems to irk him. "Y/n?" You continue in silence. He gets the message and leaves. You let out a breath that you didn't know you were holding in. You shake it off and continue with your day.

It's late at night when you hear the door to your apartment open. You carefully walk from your room towards the front door. You can hear someone's clumsy footsteps and their muttering. You hide behind a corner. "Y/n!" Their words are slurred heavily. How did he find my apartment? "Y/n!" He calls out for you again. You decide it would be best to come out. You walk out from your hiding spot. Mccree looks like a mess. It worries you a bit. "Did you need something?" You ask quietly. "Yeah I fuckin do." He started, stumbling over his words. "Why are you all the sudden playing the victim here?!" He snaps. You just let him talk. "I fuckin try to have a civilized conversation and you just blow me off! Actin all scared 'n shit, fuck off! I've tried bein civil but you keep on bein the ass. Screamin and yellin bout how I fucked you over! Now your actin all scared 'n shit and it's pissin me off!" You didn't say a word. "Bipolar much? Fuckin bitch." He glares at you waiting for your retaliation but it never comes.

"You gonna say somethin?!" He snarls. You stay silent. "C'mon!!" "I have nothing to say." You spoke in almost a whisper. "Really that's new." He spits. "Well maybe I should give you somethin to yap 'bout." He said in a low tone as he closed in on you. You take a couple steps back to no avail. His open hand makes contact with your face. Twice. You stumble back. You bring you hand up to your face. "Please just leave me alone." You beg. He rolls his eyes and walks out. "Whatever." He grumbles. You curl up on the floor. You stay there for the rest of the night.

The next morning you and him both feel like shit. Your head and face hurt and he has a massive hangover. You still have to go to work though. Once you get there you desperately want to leave. You see Mccree at the front desk talking to Stephanie, your co-worker. She looks at you out of the corner of her eye. You shake your head no vigorously. But it's too late. Mccree saw her glance away from him. He looks over and spots you. You can't move. Your mind screams to run as he walks over but your body won't comply. "Howdy darlin." He gives you a soft smile. You don't say anything. Did he forget about last night? "Uh hi." You whisper. "Sorry to show up here but I have no fuckin clue what happened last night. I remember gettin wasted and then seein you. Do you mind just tellin me what happened." You froze. Oh god what do I do?!?!?!! "Um well..." You trail off. You take a deep breath. "It's not something we should talk about here." You lower your voice. He looks scared. "Uh Yeah alright. So....." He trails off. "Hold on." You sigh as you walk over to Stephanie. "I'm talking a sick day. I have to handle something." You tell her. "That's fine. Hope everything turns out alright." She smiles as you turn away. "Hey." She calls. You turn to face her. "If you need anything call me." She smiles. You nod.

You walk Mccree to your apartment. You two stand in your living room. You're  unsure if you want to tell him now. He can see that you're nervous. You are drumming your fingers on your thigh and every now and then you stop to crack your knuckles. A nervous tic you always had. He reaches a hand out to calm you. "Hey it's-." He cuts himself off as you visibly flinch. You sigh and rub the concealer off the bruise from last night.  He's confused and concerned. You can't maintain eye contact with him. That's when it clicks. Mccree pulls his hand back. He stands there in shock. "I-?" He couldn't speak. You stand stock still. "You burst in here in a drunken rage. Complaining about how shity I'm acting. Then when I didn't retaliate you-." You stopped. He got the point no need to say anymore. He runs a hand through his hair. Frustrated with himself. "Fuck." He mutters. "Y/n......I didn't mean it I swear!" He suddenly could speak again.  She didn't say anything. "Please, I had no idea what I was doin'! I'm sorry! Please!" He was desperate now. He would do anything to make it right. "Please! I swear I would never do that!" He was on the verge of tears. He had fucked up big time.

He stumbled over to you. He noticed as he comes closer You hunched over more. As if bracing yourself for another hit. He instead pulled you into him. You both fell to the floor. He held you like this was the last time you two would see each other. To him it definitely felt like it. He then suddenly felt his shirt start to get wet. He pulled you slightly away from him to see your were crying. He pulled you back into himself. You clung to his shirt. He muttered apologies as you sobbed into his chest. You both never wanted to let go. You both couldn't. So there you two sat. Clinging to each other as if your lives depended on it.

A/n: took me long enough right? :D  well anyway hope you enjoyed. Hope u have a great day. Later.