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Rye Imagine - Fixing Things

Hey, here's part two!

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After Jack had walked me home I had made sure to thank him multiple times for his offer. I know he'd put himself in an awkward position with Rye after doing so, which worried me as I'd hate to damage their friendship, but he had insisted that he wanted to help and he'd sort things out with Rye when he got home.

After asking repeatedly if I needed anything, he had given me a small hug and apologised on behalf of Rye, telling me that if I ever needed anything I could ask. Although at that moment I was upset with Rye, I couldn't help but smile at the supportive gestures from his friends, finding text messages from all the boys on my phone once I got home.

Jack had left not long after, leaving me to try and figure out how to work through what had happened.

Time.

Maybe that was what I needed. What we needed. Time to sort things out, so he could figure out what he really wanted, because it was hard to tell if that was me anymore.

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It had reached one in the morning and I had remained frozen in place on the couch, curled up with a blanket over my knees and a cold cup of tea on the counter. It had become a natural thing to make a cup of tea before bed, It was something Rye had got me doing. Ever since I met him, I had been unable to relax or fall asleep without having a cup of tea first.

But what made it worse was the second cup I'd made out of habit. It had become second nature to make two cups of tea, one for myself and one for Rye. He loved tea just as much as I did. But as I stared at it the two cups now, I couldn't bring myself to move towards either of them.

I was snapped from my daze at a soft knocking on the front door. I frowned, concerned at how someone could be knocking the door at one in the morning. Cautiously I stood up, moving towards the front door slowly. Just as I placed my hand on the door handle, a quiet voice sounded outside, causing me to freeze.

"Y/N/N?" I inhaled sharply at the sound of his voice, pulling my hand away slightly.

"Y/N/N, I don't know if you can hear me, but I'm so sorry." His words were spoken so quietly it could have been a whisper, but I still heard them. I slowly slid down the wall, sinking to the floor and pulling my knees up to my chest.

"I don't know how you've put up with me all of this time, I've treated you so badly. But I need you to know I'm so, so, sorry. I never wanted to hurt you and now that's exactly what I've done." His words were slightly muffled but still clear. A tear rolled down my cheek and I didn't bother to wipe it away, only attempting to swallow the lump that had formed in my throat.

"I know you probably don't want to forgive me, but I need you to know that I love you." He said quietly and I hesitated before hearing him sigh and slowly move away from the door, his footsteps slowly beginning to disappear.

Before I could think, I shot up from the floor, grabbing the door handle and pulling it open. I almost broke down at the sight of him, even if he was facing the other way. Quickly, his head shot in my direction, eyes wide but they looked as though they'd shed just as many tears as my own.

He opened his mouth but no words left his lips. I opened the door wider, a gesture to show him he could come in, before walking back inside the house myself.

I could hear his footsteps behind me and the door closing as I reached the room I had been sat in for the past few hours, wrapping my arms around myself as if it would protect me from getting hurt once more. It was only in that moment I noticed that I had thrown on one of Rye's shirts to sleep in.

He noticed it just as quickly as I did, a sad smile gracing his features.

"It looks better on you." He mumbled and I couldn't help the feeling of the sadness lifting slightly just by his presence. He fell silent again and I watched as his eyes drifted to the two mugs on the counter. He stared at them for a moment, not moving to say anything.

"It's a habit... making two." I mumbled quietly and he turned back to me in surprise, probably over the fact that I'd actually spoken to him. The same small smile came back to him before it crumbled away once more.

"Y/N/N, I'm so sorry, I've been such a crappy person." He muttered, a lot of frustration that was obviously directed at himself evident in his tone. Lifting a hand he ran it through his dark hair with a sigh.

"Yeah." I nodded in agreement and he looked up at me with a small smile on his face that caused me to look away slightly to hide the tiny smile that was reaching my own face.

"Can you forgive me?" He asked quietly, stepping forward almost cautiously. He gently placed one hand on my cheek, softly bringing my eyes up to meet his own pleading gaze. I searched his face for a moment, searching for a sign that he wasn't being genuine, but I knew Rye, and I knew that he was being serious at that moment.

I slowly nodded, relaxing as the weight of the past few hours lifted from my shoulders.

He released a heavy breath that he appeared to have been holding, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead to mine. The small action made me smile, quickly realising the effect he had over me.

"God, I love you." He whispered and I laughed lightly, smiling at the words and watching as his eyes opened and he stared down at me.

"I love you too, you idiot." I mumbled, grinning as he made a face of mock hurt before matching my smile with his own.

I watched silently as his eyes drifted from my eyes to my lips and back, but before I could react, he had already made the move himself, placing his lips on mine gently.

"I'm sorry." He whispered once again after he had slowly pulled away, causing my to look down with a small smile.

"I know." I nodded as he pulled me closer and buried his head in the crook of my neck, placing a soft kiss there before sighing gently with content.

"I promise it'll never happen again. I won't lose you again." He mumbled and I grinned.

"It was only for a few hours." I tried to take some of his guilt but he only shook his head quickly, tightening his grip slightly as if afraid to let go.

"It was the worst few hours of my life!" He stated, his words causing my heart to melt. I opened my mouth to reply, but it was replaced by a squeal of surprise as he pulled me down onto the couch beside him, quickly nuzzling his face back into the crook of my neck once again.

"So, I promise I'll never be that stupid again." He said and I smiled softly, wrapping my arms around his torso and cuddling into his side with a content sigh.

"Okay." I whispered with a smile.

Maybe I'd never really be able to walk away from him, even when it was probably for the best, but that didn't worry me. I needed him just as much as he said he needed me, and I'd always love him no matter what.

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