Just pity (2D x reader)

Chapter 11: Hit your head

There’s a scratchy noise as the doors of the cart open, and you step out into the light rain. It’s slightly clearing up, but you don’t suspect it to stop raining at all. You hold out your hand as to catch the rain, as you stand alone on the platform. No one is going here, not to this shit place. The other platform is halfway full. People always leave here, no one wants to be in the shitty town next door when they can be in fucking London. One day this city would die out. 

Or so you hoped. 

The street is so much quieter out here than back in your crowded London streets that walking them like this you feel almost naked. Back when you were a kid you constantly had your people with you, walking to and from things. You wonder why he would come back here. You also wonder how important Paula must have been to him. Did he come here too when you and him stopped being friends, or were you just always more worthless than you thought? 

There’s a struggle as you get to the hill and asses it, and you can feel your wound almost stretching at the thought of walking it. But you know he’s up there. And you know he’s suffering. If your wound reopens, you’ll just staple it back together. The grass is wet and slippery, and you almost fall over several times. You end up almost crawling over half of the hill, hands steadily gripping onto the grass. At the top of the hill there is a small forest, looking out over the town and then the endless fields on the other side. As a kid, you’d often wonder if there was anything else outside of your town, beyond the rollings hills behind the forest. 

It looks the same as it did back then, and you know which way to take with your heart despite there being no real indicators inside the jungle of trees. It’s still standing there, with it’s dumb metal sheet roof and stick bundle walls. You can see his back facing you, his head downwards. He must have heard you coming, but he has made no move to acknowledge you. You start to wonder if this was a mistake, following him all the way out here. But after some time you gather your wits and walk over to him, squeezing yourself into the treehouse next to him. 

You’d actually made it together for when everything became too much, back when you confided in him about your parents and he told you about how different he felt from everyone else. Back then those days would be the worst, you’d go here to deal. But being here again, it was only fair under the circumstance. He was probably done for now, more than he had ever been back then. The way he has refused to take any acknowledgment of your arrival makes you think of when he wasn’t able to acknowledge you. 

The rain starts to pick up again, and you hear the small pitter patter of raindrops hitting the metal roof over the both of you. The sky has darkened more than when you arrived, and you’re almost sure it’ll thunder later. The verbal silence between the two of you is broken when he sneezes. You look over at him and realize he is only wearing jeans and a soaked t-shirt in November. You slowly move your hand to lay on top of his, and he turns his hand to hold yours. “Let’s go to my place, before you watch a cold.”  

He shudders in what is a perfectly timed chill. He makes no move to get up, but neither do you. He’s in a very vulnerable position, and you don’t want to push him further out than he is. You need to be as understanding and calm as you possibly can be. Showing patience has never been your strong side, but for Stuart you’ll try your best. You’re not quite sure if he wants you to say anything because his lack of response to your earlier quip, but you just feel compelled to talk again. The silence is weird. “Do you want to get on the train instead?” You ask him, looking out towards the trees and trying to avoid looking at him. 

“I want to go home.” His voice is trembling. You don’t know if it’s from the cold or the crying, but either way he gets up together. You smack the top of your head into the metal roof of the scrap made tree house, and you curse at the sudden impact of it on your head. You’re about to get angry, but you hear Stuart stifle a laugh from outside the dumb scrap pile. It makes you smile. You wish he didn’t have to go through this, you wish you’d said something back when you were all still kids. Back when dating wasn’t so serious. 

“Did you break your brain open on the roof or are you just not coming?” He asks in a snarky way, sort of surprising you. But you like it. If his coping is being condescending you could deal. That would be much easier for you to handle than having to comfort him. You let out a small puff of air, signaling your fake annoyance at his words. “Ai’, I’m coming. Don’t get your knickers in a twist waiting.” 

You can tell from his side profile his smiling a bit, before his jaw locks into place again and his mouth droops back into a frown. You just grab his hand and lead him back the way you came, hoping not to slip on the wet grass on your way down the hill. 

You walk off the hill together silently, both just enjoying the company of each other in the times of struggle that Stuart is in. You feel slightly empty as you reach the bottom, looking up at the hill. Another one for the scrapbook of sad places and memories in your life. You just really hope your parents aren’t in their house when you return.

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So yeah, everything going on got me mad fucked up. I'm sorry I haven't been  uploading, I just hadn't felt up to it. Either way enjoy this chapter!!