Palaye Royale x Reader

Not So Alone At Nineteen

i’m back. i think.

he/him pronouns, you’re welcome.

Your pov
Remington is just so perfect. I have no clue how how he manages to take my breath away every time my eyes fall upon him. He’s probably the most charming persona I’ve ever met, but... he’ll never want me, not ever. I’ve sort of accepted that. He always is going out with some girl or he’s busy. Top busy for me. We’ve been friends for about two years now, and I’ve had these feelings for about one year or so, I guess. I just wish I had a chance...

We’ve been roomates for around six months now, and I rarely see him at home. Even when he’s being lazy, we’re apart. When we actually talk, it’s worth the silence because we always have good conversations. I just wish he’d pay attention to me more. Fuck, why am I so needy? No, not needy. I just want my best friend to actually acknowledge me for once.

He’s in a band, you idiot. He has other priorities besides you. It isn’t all about you and it never will be because he’s busy. He’s old enough to go out and drink. He parties. He’s grown, he’s a rock star, and you’re nobody.

But why can’t he just acknowledge me? Fucking hell. Here I am at nineteen, so fucking alone...

  I actually sit by Remington on the couch today. I glance over at him, he’s laughing at the show we’re watching, which is The Office. I don’t laugh. Instead, I want to cry... he hasn’t even acknowledged me.

  “Remington, can you just fucking talk to me?” I snap, shooting him a glare.
“I’m sorry, (your name), I really am... I’m just... distracted, that’s all.”
“No shit.”

We sit in silence for a few moments, but I end up crying after a few minutes. I’m surprised at Remington’s reaction... he embraces me tenderly and hugs me close to him. “I’ve known for a while now. That you like me. I like you too, that’s why I stopped seeing people. I just wanted you to tell me whenever you were ready, not when I asked. I’m sorry, baby. Really.”

I just breathe in his scent and hold onto him softly. “I love you, Rem... I really do.” I whisper once I stop crying. His skin is so smooth...

“I love you too, (your name)... how about we go out and do something later?”

“Of course.”

Maybe I’m not so alone at nineteen.