Stay With Me // H2ODelirious x Reader

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Quick authors note: I am going to be changing the layout for reading purposes. :) It will no longer be in the middle of the screen.

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Ring ring

I don't know how long i've been sleeping. I stayed in my room all day, not eating anything or interacting with anyone. I was just feeling.. I don't know... just so awful.

ring ring

My eyes open up a little more, my hearing finally clearing up as I hear the phone ring for the second time this morning.

or so I thought was the second time.

I reach over my bed to reach the nightstand where my phone had been charging.

I quickly unplugged it and opened to the lock screen. I squinted my eyes because of how bright the screen was, cursing at myself for bringing it so close to my face. 

The first thing I noticed was my missed calls. and a lot of them.

I opened my phone completely and went to my contacts.

26 missed calls from Jonathan

My eyes went wide. My heart pounded in my chest. I mentally cursed again for not hearing the phone ring so many times. But why was he calling me this much? What could have been so important?

I closed the app and looked at the time.

"FUCK." I yelled. 

9:12 am

School started an hour ago. 

"What the hell?!" I removed all the covers as fast as possible and went through my drawers for clothes. 

"My mom was supposed to wake me up... oh my god" I spoke to myself. The only way I would wake up for school was if my mom woke me up. Probably because I was always so tired...

After I got my clothes on I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and gathered my backpack. As I went downstairs I already knew my mom was gone for work, so I didn't bother calling her. I also knew that I missed the bus to school, which means I now have to talk. 

Great.

I made my way outside and locked the door behind me. On the way to school I took out my phone and texted Jonathan, felling bad for not answering him earlier. 

[9:30am] Me: Hey Jonathan... I am so so sorry I didn't answer earlier.

I stared at my phone, anticipating for an answer.

[9:32] Jonathan: Uh... It's okay I guess. Where the hell are you? I was worrying all this morning.

[9:33] Me: I overslept, my mom didn't wake me up in time for school...

[9:33] Jonathan: HAHAHA, Your mom still has to wake you up in the mornings?

Even though he doesn't know the reasons for this, it still hurt that he made fun of it.

[9:35] Me: It's not funny... She has to for... reasons. 

[9:36] Jonathan: Oh, sorry It was only a joke. Won't happen again. Can I ask what reason?

I gulped. I wasn't planning on telling him these types of things about me.

[9:38] Me: How about I show up to school and we all be happy hm?

[9:39] Jonathan: You're right. Get here quick. I'd rather see you than ask silly questions. :)

I blushed at his last text. I didn't respond and put my phone away.

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The first place I went to was my locker. Between periods 2 and 3, Jonathan and I always met there so we could walk to class together. As I opened the door to the hallway I see him already standing at my locker. A smile formed on my and my pace became faster. 

"Jonathan! Hey!" I yelled, getting a few stares from students. He looked up from his phone and gave me a smile back. 

"You're so lucky you only missed 2 periods." He laughed, moving aside so I  could get into my locker. "Those classes were only electives anyways. So i'm sure I didn't miss much."

It was silent for a moment. While I was busy removing things I needed out of my locker, it seemed Jonathan was busy staring at me. More like observing my looks today. I could see his expression from my peripheral vision, and it wasn't one of happiness, it was one out of worry. i can't really blame him though, I didn't really care about my outfit today. I wore black leggings and an oversized hoodie that apparently had noticeable stains on it. I guess I thought it was clean... And for shoes I just wore fuzzy slippers because hey, no one really gives a shit about what they wear to school anyways, It's just school and I just want to be comfortable. 

"Are you doing okay?" Jonathan asked, tone full of concern. I laughed at his question. "Yeah, I'm perfectly fine." I closed my locker and properly faced him. He further examined my face and I began to feel uncomfortable. "Are you sure? Your hair is everywhere. And.. it looks like you've been crying. a lot." 

Oh fuck.

I'm so stupid.. Did I not look in the mirror this morning?! I completely forgot to take off my makeup yesterday, causing the mascara I had on show the streak of tears I left. No wonder my eyes burn right now, it's probably red.

This is another thing I don't want to tell him. What happened yesterday. 

"Oh my god, I forgot to take off my make up before watching the movie I had on last night! It made me cry a lot..." I said, trying to act like I wasn't actually crying for hours. "I guess I didn't look in the mirror while getting ready this morning." 

His smile grew back once again. A sigh of relief escaping from his lips. "Good, as long as you weren't crying. You would tell me right?" 

Boom. A feeling of guilt hit me at that moment. 

It's not that I don't trust him, It's just so hard to explain these situations to people. I've never been the best at telling people how I really feel. But at the same time, I also hate lying.

"Yes of course,." I told him with such a fake smile. 

At least he didn't notice that.