Noah Centineo Imagines

Second Chances

Things have been tense since Noah's career began to take off. I was beyond proud of him, but the lonely nights and stretches of days without him were hard. I should've talked to him before things got as bad as they have, but he also should've realized what the distance was doing to us. To me.

I sat on his bed, my knees tucked to my chest as I watched him pack to leave. Again. He had just barely gotten back from his last press tour and was about to head off and film another movie.

"You've been weirdly quiet," Noah said, glancing up from his suitcase. I shrugged, not having a response for that. He sighed as he put the shirt down he was folding and got on the bed, crawling over and sitting behind me.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" He asked, wrapping his arms around me.

"Nothing," I said, holding in tears.

"Well," he laughed slightly. "That's obviously not true."

I sighed, knowing that if I answered him, it would start the argument we have had at least a hundred times. "Y/N," he whispered, kissing my neck. "Talk to me, baby. I leave in a few hours."

"I know," I said, standing up and getting out of his hold.

"Y/N," he started to say as I got off the bed. "What's going on?"

"You're leaving! That's what's going on. You are leaving again and you don't seem to be sad about it. At all!"

I turned on my heel and started to leave, but stopped when he jumped up and grabbed my arm.

"You're mad at me for doing my job?" He asked, his own anger building up.

"I'm not asking you to stay or become a blubbering mess, Noah." I sighed. "All I'm asking is for you to show some emotion about leaving your girlfriend for three months. Do you know that you haven't even said a single, 'I'll miss you'. You haven't said those three words to me for almost a year! Do you realize that, Noah? You don't even say it to me when you come home."

"I just thought you knew," he tried to explain.

"Yeah," I scoffed. "Well, it's still nice to hear."

"Why? Are we not as strong as I thought or something?"

He stopped when he saw the look on my face. "You really need the reassurance?" He asked, his voice breaking.

"Not a year ago," I said, my voice low. "But lately. . ."

I let my voice drop as his expression did the same. "I can't believe you. . . After everything we've been through together. . ."

"Everything we've been through? Noah, you've spent the last year coming and going, only here for no more than a week at a time. Do you even know what I've gone through lately?"

He opened and closed his mouth, my eyes filling with tears. "Y/N," he whispered.

"I fainted at work and was rushed to the hospital. They thought it was a brain tumor. I was there for three days, waiting on test after test to see what it was. And don't even try and say I didn't call you. I did. Multiple times. But you didn't answer, so I went through all of it alone."

"Y/N," he said, taking a step towards me. I instantly took a step back.

"I'm just lucky it wasn't a tumor. What would you have done if it was? Would you have even cared?"

"Of course," he stuttered, trying to take another step towards me.

I shook my head, taking a couple of steps away. "I can't do this anymore," I said, my voice breaking.