Mistaken

Chapter 10: Push

Hearing the door close behind him the moment he stumbled inside Dave and Ezma's cottage, and the sound of Charlie walking away made Prompto become overridden with nervousness. Before entering he questioned whether chasing after you was the right thing to do. Now that Charlie had given him the push to go inside, literally, he was on his own and had to make his own moves. So much needed to be shared, and so much precious time had been lost based on a small ounce of doubt and mistrust. You were the only woman he had ever experienced, and with that came with the lack of confidence in dealing with new situations. Learning that you dumped the love of your life based on weak assumptions, actually got her pregnant and weren't there for her when she needed you the most, is not exactly a new situation most couples go through. Prompto's thoughts were bitter but he felt he had the right to feel inadequate in being the one to comfort you. He couldn't even imagine how much of your life, up until now, had torn at your very being. How many times did you question your decisions? How many times did you wish you didn't have to go through all of this?

Looking around the room, he saw the spaces on the walls were still vacant. Their emptiness took on a whole new meaning now knowing who would have been in them. It wasn't to hide their existence from him and the rest. Odds were, it was because it was hard to believe that the light of a beautiful little life, had been snuffed out before it could begin to shine brightly.

The cottage was a simple layout, with a little hallway leading to what was most likely the bedrooms. Prompto looked at each door, knowing you were behind one of them. He listened carefully, hoping he'd hear a sound from one of the rooms to give you away, not wanting to open up the doors to Dave or Ezma's rooms by accident. A faint sob was heard from the first door to his right. Prompto listened again, hearing you let out a deep sigh, confirming he was correct.

He stood silently outside your door, not knowing how to do this. Do I knock? Do I just tell her I'm coming in? OR do I just wait until she's calmed down? Prompto could feel himself getting dizzy with the many ways he could approach the situation, his nerves weren't helping either. The frustrating dance of reaching for the doorknob, raising a fist to knock on the door or opening his mouth to speak with nothing coming out began. Only to bring Prompto down memory lane.

"Why is this so hard for you to do?" Noctis groaned, boiling some water for their cup noodles. Prompto pouted in frustration and embarrassment. "You email each other all the time. What difference it is gonna make if you're just asking her out?"

"I'm not JUST asking her out, like to hang out or anything. I'm asking her to go on a date with me!" The blonde 18-year-old exclaimed, nervous butterflies swarming in his stomach. "This is a make or break moment Noct!" Collapsing on his side on the young prince's couch.

"You've seriously spent that past half an hour typing that email. What exactly has got you thinking (Your Name) will say no?"

"Shut up! You don't have this problem okay!"

"Pretty sure you're just being a drama queen," Noctis' words were not what Prompto needed right now. Pouting, he sat back up, sliding down the couch a little, reading over his text for the five-hundredth time wanting it to be perfect.

Noctis let out a long sigh as he poured hot water into the two cup noodles on the kitchen bench. Prompto heard his best friend walk over to the dining table with both cups of noodles and watched him place them atop the placemats. He quickly diverted his gaze back to his phone when Noctis looked over, hoping Noctis wasn't going to tease him again. Prompto looked up after hearing Noctis' footsteps approach him, fearing the smirk on the heir to the throne's face. The next thing he knew, his phone was ripped from his grasp and Noctis' free hand was on his face, pushing him away as the squabbling blonde desperately tried to claim his phone back.