Solangelo One Shots

Ghost Of You

Trigger warning: car crash, and the descriptions ended up a little bit graphic. I'm not sure what your triggers are, so I'll put this here just to be safe. If you can't tell, this is based off of Ghost Of You by 5 Seconds of Summer and I've had this idea for a really long time so I'm super excited to be writing it! If you haven't heard the song I put a video so you can listen to it if you want, which I would definitely recommend because it's amazing!

Will's POV

As the sun filtered through the window Will's arm swept across the bed, his fingers reaching for the warmth of a body. His eyes shot open once he remembered that the other side of the bed would forever be empty. The sheets were twisted around his body, caught in the crevices of his leg cast. There was still an excess of blanket, and an empty space where a body had once lain. Years of sharing a bed with a person who needed his space had trained him to stay on his side, to only use a fair share of the blankets. He wouldn't be needing those skills.

He grabbed for his crutches as he wobbled on unsteady legs, steadying himself just before falling over. His gaze fell over the Chicago skyline, a thousand lights of apartments pinpricks in the sky. Rain clouded his normally clear view, streaming down the window as if the sky was crying. His bed called to him, the pillows soft and the blankets inviting but the memory of the empty space where Nico had once lay haunted him so he turned his back, limping away from the painful memories of things he would never feel again. 

He searched for a mug in the cupboard, his hands catching on cobwebs and empty space. A look to his left confirmed his suspicion that they had been piled high in the sink, coffee stains marring the insides. With one last desperate grasp his hands connected on a smooth handle and he pulled it from the cupboard with a triumphant smile until his face dropped and a newfound tremor in his hands shook the mug to its core. The faded World's Best Boyfriend still took over the clean white surface, the small chip from where Nico had dropped it just before their road trip at three in the morning looping around the bottom. Around the rim was a ring of light pink, and a whiff of cherry told Will that it was Nico's chapstick, stained onto the porcelain after sipping hot coffee with his lips coated in it hundreds of times. Nico had always claimed that lip health was the most important health, hence the excessive chapstick use before bed every night. To keep them smooth for you, he had always said. A smile passed over Will's face as he remembered the twinkle that had shone in Nico's eyes, the grin that had caught Will in Nico's grasp and hadn't let him go since. 

He had taken that twinkle for granted, the smile that he thought would always be there when he went to bed and when he woke up. It had never crossed his mind that there would come a day when his fingers would reach for Nico's warmth and would only find the soft satin of the bedsheets. His fingers curled around the handle of the cup, squeezing tightly as the memories slammed into him like a truck. It was his fault Nico was gone, his fault that the memories slammed into him like a truck. He threw the mug into the sink, listening to it clang against the various pots and pans. It hurt too much to look at. 

He reached into the cupboard, fishing a granola bar from the depths of a soggy box. It tasted like cardboard when he bit into it and he chewed five times before managing to push it down his throat. As he took a second bite of the bland granola bar he lowered himself onto a chair, his bare leg brushing against a soft lump on the floor. He grabbed it from the floor, shaking it out enough to see the Led Zeppelin logo printed against the stained black fabric. His fingers trembled as the memories flooded from the back of his mind once more, the nights with Nico curled against his side with the shirt twisted around his body. He could still remember the night that Nico had stood up on the kitchen table wearing the shirt, a cup of steaming hot chocolate clutched in his hands as he announced he was running away. "We can do it," he had told Will, hopping down and pressing a kiss to his lips. "Let's run away together. We don't need jobs, or apartments or anything. All I need is you. You and me and freedom."