Kiss My Tears Away (Trevor Philips X Reader)

Chapter 10

A/N if you don't know the warnings by now what are ya doing fam?

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Trevor held you as you cried on the floor until a knock sounded from the front door. He got up and went to put on the pajama pants you lent him the night before.

"I'll be right back."

You nodded and wiped your tears with your hand while he went to go get the food from the delivery person. You spent the moment alone trying to stop crying. In the next room, you heard Trevor talking to the person at the door, his voice much deeper than when he talks to you. You couldn't really hear what he was saying. Within minutes, you heard the front door slam shut and the loud sound of a car speeding away. Trevor entered the room with a smile on his face and a box of pizza in his hand.

"Good news, the guy gave us a discount."

He set the box on the floor right next to you and sat down across from you. Trevor opened the box, grabbed a slice, and began scarfing it down. You, however, couldn't even look at the pie. You nudged the box away.

"I'm not hungry..." you mumbled, "I lost my appetite."

Swallowing his food, Trevor set down the slice he was working on and picked up another. He held it out to you, "Babe, I know you're upset right now but I also know you were starving like an hour ago. Now, here."

You shook your head like a stubborn child as he held the piece closer to your mouth.

"C'mon, pizza is literally one of the happiest foods you could eat," he coaxed, continuing to hold the slice inches from your face. You pursed your lips, trying to conceal a smile. "Don't you think I didn't see that smile, [y/n]. Now, eat."

"Fine..." You scrunched up your nose and grabbed the food out of his hand, taking a small bite out of it. You immediately felt the hollowness of your stomach fill up and your hunger go away.

"No matter how sad you are, you can't go all day without eating," he grabbed his slice and began eating again. He continued speaking with his mouth full, "S'not good for ya, s'not good for anyone."

You ate your first couple of slices in silence as Trevor practically inhaled half of the whole pie. For a guy who looked relatively fit, you wondered where he puts all the food he consumes.

"So, are you going to talk to me and tell me what all that crying was about?"

Swallowing your food first, you answered, "I was just having an episode. Don't worry about it."

"I seriously spent all day inside of you, you can talk to me, you know?"

You set down the slice of pizza you were working on and took a deep breath.

"It's just... I know that you make me happy but I... I was thinking about how you might be the only thing making me happy. What if something happens and for some reason, I don't have you? Will I be back to my old self again?" you looked down at your hands in your lap, "I don't want to die, Trevor."

He reached over and grabbed one of your hands, "Well, it sounded to me like you just answered your own question right there," he started. "You don't want to die. And if something does happen and you don't have me, you won't die. You won't let yourself. If you ask me, I think you've made a shit-ton of progress since the moment you almost threw yourself in front of a train."

You felt your eyes start to burn with tears again but you held them back. You didn't want to cry anymore.

"Don't worry about not having me around, alright? [y/n], as long as I'm here, I'll help you get through all this so you don't feel like you have to lean on me to feel okay, okay?"

All you could do was nod.

"But for now, you can lean on me all you want."

Hours later, you were both cuddled up on the couch in the living room.

"I want to know more about you," you said, breaking the silence. Trevor stopped channel surfing for a moment and looked at you for a second before continuing to click through the channels. He shook his head.

"No, you don't."

You sat up and grabbed the remote out of his hand, "Yes, I do."

He tried grabbed the remote again but you held it farther away. "Why?"

"Is it that weird to want to know who I'm dating?"

Trevor let out a sigh and leaned back, making himself comfortable.

So, he told you. He told you about his father abandoning him in a shopping mall. He told you about his brother Ryan and how everyone in his family accused him of murdering him in cold-blood. He told you about his mother and how abusive she was to him but he continued to love her regardless. He told you about his dreams of being in the Air Force being shot down. He told you about his early crimes and his friends Michael and Brad and what happened in North Yankton. He told you about Trevor Philip's Industries. He told you about reuniting with Michael after nearly ten years of thinking he was dead and pulling off what he called "The Big One," when he robbed the Union Depository.

When he finished speaking, an hour had passed. You didn't say anything, you just sat there and took in all that you just heard. The man who sat in front of you, the man you spent the day kissing and touching, the man who saved your life, he was extremely dangerous. He was the kind of person your parents would have warned you to stay away from as a kid. He was the kind of person you should definitely not fall for. You knew all of that very well.

But when he finished talking, you did not think to run. You did not think to get help. All you did was grab him by the nape of his neck and pull him in for a kiss