Just pity (2D x reader)

chapter 9: the calm before the storm

You settled into your bed greedily after having moved to fish the remote to your telly from the nightstand and turned it on. To be quite honest, everything on was shit but you watched it anyways. An hour into the show and you’d gotten quite invested in it, but it was interrupted by your phone going off from besides you. You sighed heavily and muted the tell, answering the phone. “Ey is me.” You were far too tired from being stabbed the earlier night to deal with Murdoc calling you only an hour and a half after leaving your apartment. You stopped mid answer as a weird sound came from his end, but you quickly realized it was the sound of water hitting porcelain. “Are you seriously calling me while you’re taking a leak?” There was nothing else you could say really, you were just baffled. “It’s not that disgusting, honestly. I’m having the phone lodged in my shoulder, promise I’m not touching it.” He defended, and you could almost hear his hands raising in a defensive manor too, like they always did.

“Aight’ pinhead, tell me what ya’ want.” You demanded. He was washing his hands loudly, but you were just glad the heathen washed his hands. Wouldn’t be surprised to find out he didn’t. “I didn’t call your boss, you should probably do that.” Your normally tight jaw dislodged at how unbelievably this was. Then it dawned on you. He had simply acted like he had, to act like a normal and respectable person in front of Stuart and Russel. God, you’d pretty much gotten played. “Oh, you son of a-” He cut you off cheekily, like he knew he just had you, “Or well, I did call him but you still have a job, in a month or two when you’re patched up.” You were both disappointed and relieved, and then also scared of what he must be gaining from it all. You asked him, what his endgame was. “It’s simple really. When me and the rest of these tards blow up I’m going to hire you under the pretence of merch manager when in reality you’ll be at our concerts to sell drugs and I’ll take a small cut.” You knew Gus would have bought this shit, easily. Murdoc had this shit charisma that sleazy people love. “God, you’re really confident you’ll succeed at this band thing, huh?” He simply laughed in reply. “Bye.” 

You just hung up, really, going back to the telly. Half the plot advancements had been lost to you now, but you just watched it to keep your mind from wandering. 

 There was a knock at your bedroom door which startled you to eternity, as you had not heard the front door open. You must have dozed off while watching the telly. Luckily it was someone who knocked and not a junkie who found your door unlocked first. "Come in." You called out and the door slid open to reveal Stuart standing there with some takeout nando's. You could almost scream in joy. "You bought me Nandos?" There were small tears forming in the corners of your eyes as you started to be able to smell the delicious chicken waft coming from the bag. He walked over to the night stand, getting out two bowls and handing you one as he sat down. He just got comfortable and watched the telly together but half way through your salad you couldn't hold it in anymore and an ugly sob left your mouth. You were surprised yourself, to be honest. What were you crying about, Nandos? 

You looked up to gauge Stuart's reaction and he seems just as surprised as you. Tears are streaming down your face too, you realize now that you're out of your thoughts and more grounded in reality. Stuart sets the Nandos aside, simply enveloping you in a hug. His hugs are so nice, but you keep yourself separated as possible so you don't soak his shirt with your hot salty tears. After some time he pulls away from you and grabs your tear streaked face in his hands. "What's wrong luv?" He asks softly, trying not to break you.

But what do you say? Why are you crying, what is wrong? Is it the fact that he thought enough about you to eat dinner with you, or is it cause he remembered your favourite order at Nandos? Or maybe it's just the fact that you have him, and he is there. Maybe it's your whole life spiralling down as he and everyone else evolves and becomes something. Are you scared that Stuart will leave you when he becomes famous? Why are you crying?

After being dissatisfied with your answer he seems to take control of the situation. "I don't really think I've seen ya cry like this, for real." You snort to hold back a laugh. He must think you're a cry baby now. "Not over Nandos, at least." He adds, and you both actually start laughing. This is the second time you've cried recently. When did you become so weak. You can tell by the expression change on Stuart that he's about to change the conversation into something serious. You shy away, and he let's go of you and picks up his food. You're not crying anymore.

"You've always acted a lot tougher than you really are." You agree, but the conversation is too real for you and you scoff at his words. "I'm just raw from getting stabbed again, I'm not usually like this." You're not sure if he bought it, Stuart might be pretty thick but sometimes it seemed he still knew more about people than you did. At least you weren't as naive as him. Looking for the good in people where there is none. Maybe you actually did envy that too. 

It wasn't till next morning that Stuart left again. He had told you about Kong, a building Murdoc had purchased to use as a recording studio and where he was headed to meet up with the others. You were jealous of him going out but it was okay, you pitied him for having to spend time with Murdoc. And also it technically was your own fault for getting stabbed. Your day was mediocre at best, as you invested all your time into some weird soap opera on telly and ate Nandos after half an hour of struggling to get from the door and back to bed. somewhere along your binge watch session Murdoc had sent you a picture of the band rocking out. Stuart seemed so happy. Why were you even sad? Life is good.

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Life do be good until next chapter LOL