Wyatt Oleff x reader

Chapter 10: The Couch

Sorry I took so long to update. ❤️❤️

I stepped out of the shower and changed into my pajamas, an oversized band tee and underwear. I opened the door into our bedroom to find Wyatt sitting on the bed in sweatpants and a tank top. Wyatt's eyes met mine and slowly travelled down, a small smirk playing on his lips. I joined him under the covers and pulled out my iPad Pro and sat up, sneaking glances over at Wyatt who was busy on his phone. I opened Procreate and started sketching the boy sitting next to me.
After about 30 minutes, I finished my drawing and turned it around to show Wyatt. He glanced at it and grunted in approval.
"That's all you're gonna give me? A grunt?" I put my iPad down.
"I'm busy." Wyatt barely broke eye contact with his phone.
"What's so important that you're dismissing something so easy to interact about."
"Why is this such a big deal? I'm busy."
"Busy doing what?"
"None of your business." Wyatt was no longer looking at his phone, but glaring angrily at me.
"Fine."
"Don't be like that." Wyatt's scowl deepened.
"I'm not."
"Yes, you are. I hate it when you do that."
"And I hate it when you act like a bitch, but here we are."
"Yeah, that's mature."
"Says the guy who yells "VIBE CHECK" and punches a fucking camera."
"That has nothing to do with this. Stop deflecting. You're being annoying."
"Fuck off." I stood up, putting my iPad away.
"What's your fuckin' problem? I'm busy with shit!"
"Fine. If you don't want to interact with me SO MUCH, I'll sleep in the living room." I began to pack up my things, grabbing a pair of pants along the way. I grabbed half of the pillows and took them out to the couch and sat down. I found myself staring at nothing in particular as tears started to fall.
I couldn't help but feel that everything was my fault. If I hadn't been so pushy, none of this would've occured. I laid down and began to play some calming music. I'll Still Have Me by Cyn started playing and I felt the tears fall even faster. I didn't want to fight with him. I hate conflict, especially with people I love. I don't want to lose him.
My thoughts travelled to Jack and how he must be feeling about Finn... How am I supposed to help him and give him advice when I feel like I can't even hold a stable relationship with Wyatt.
I fell asleep to the wind blowing through the woods outside and soft guitar chords playing from my phone.
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3rd person POV
The sun streamed through the windows of the living room, stirring Y/N from her slumber. She yawned and tentatively stood up, making her way to the kitchen and dining room. Wyatt sat at the table, his head in his hands as he blankly stared at his dry cereal bowl. Y/N made her way around him, pretending he wasn't even there as she made herself breakfast and took it to the living room so she wouldn't have to see him. She heard a commotion behind her and saw Wyatt leaving the kitchen and storming back into their bedroom.
She was soon joined by Jaeden. He sat down next to her, "Are you okay? I know you slept out here last night."
She formed a weak smile, "Fine. Just some unnecessary drama going on. What else is new?"
Jaeden saw right through her visage, "What's going on?" She fell into his arms as a few tears escaped.
"Why do I always fuck everything up?"
"Oh please, everyone fucks everything up all the time. To err is human."
"Tell that to Wyatt. I'm just scared that he'll stay mad at me forever." Jaeden began patting her back softly.
"Wyatt is a stubborn one... but I know he'll come around. He may be angry at the moment, but he really loves you deep down."
"How do you know?"
"Oh yeah, he would not shut up about how excited he was to see you the entire trip here and he would text me about how much he missed the gang, but especially you for months on end."
A small smile crossed her face and silence fell across the two of them as Y/N continued to cry silently, fear took over her mind.
"Just give him a little space for now and he'll be ready to talk things through." Y/N leaned back into the couch, away from Jaeden.
"Thanks, Jae." He smiled sweetly at her and leaned over, enveloping her in a warm hug. She felt at peace in Jaeden's arms and felt cold at the loss of contact when Jaeden stood up to get breakfast.
(Y/N) POV
I leaned back into the couch, letting out a deep sigh. Whether it was from frustration, yearning, or just a bad nights sleep was unsure... but it felt good to let out.
I found my mind wandering back to Wyatt and how he stormed out of the kitchen this morning. It was my fault. I overreacted and this is the result. No... you're not responsible for other's actions.
I stood up stiffly, making my way to my bedroom, hoping that Wyatt was still there. I paused at the door. I couldn't do it. Not right now. I turned around and softly padded back into the living room, sitting on the couch. I grabbed a pillow and a blanket, attempting to get a little more sleep.