A Song For Each Moment - Youtubers x Reader

Skinny Love - Tom Harlock

I yelled at him. Some part of me felt that maybe the volume of my voice, the quickness of my words, the tears in my eyes would tell him that what I was saying was true.

"Why care what they think? I only want you!"

He said nothing in response, opening his mouth a few times only to shut it again. And I knew all the pain he felt was similar to mine. He said in silence what I said in screams. 

The argument had started off as a civil discussion that went south quickly. This was the first break of silence in thirty minutes and although relieving, something about me couldn't stand seeing him, standing there like that after what he suggested. I sloppily slammed my hand on the kitchen counter, grabbing my keys and biting my lower lip. "I need some fresh air." It felt like I was speaking to nobody. He didn't respond - I softly shut the door. 

My mind was a blurred whirlpool of so many different thoughts. I struggled to think of where I could go to calm myself down. So I opted to just drive - and ended up parked in front of a small Italian cafe, thirty minutes from home. Warm feelings washed over me. This place is just what I needed. 

I sat in my usual spot - a plush, velvet chair, facing the left side of the cafe, a large coffee in front of me. My thoughts had relaxed over the sight of this very familiar place. So many good memories had occurred here - in fact, even my first date with Tom.

"We should stop this, Y/N." 

I looked down at my lap, inhaling sharply, trying not to cry before a cafe full of customers. 

I remember the look on his face. He didn't speak with any sort of confidence. It felt almost as if he had to sacrifice one thing for the other. Over what? Some silly comments? 

Fuck... I was too harsh on him.

Youtube was his job. His living. And he loved every part of it for years - before I ever came along. I guess I could blame him for loving his job too much but... It makes sense to have a job you love. Yet I yelled at him for it. 

Gulping down the last of my coffee, I drove straight home to Tom.  He laid on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.

Things weren't great at the moment; we both knew that. I wasn't ready to let go. 

"If we are patient," He spoke hopefully as I laid next to him "for just a little longer, we'll make it through this."

He stroked my hair as we both fell asleep, scared of whose patience would run out quicker.