ONESHOT #3
FLUFF
(Y/N's POV)
His voice resonated in my head, his words sharp and cold, or at least that's how they felt. It was on friday night, when I came back home earlier from my night out with my friends, that I heard him. He had a few friends come over to watch the game and didn't hear me when I walked back in.
"Yea, she's a bit clingy."
One of his friends had made an other comment that I couldn't hear and he just answered.
"I love her, I really do. I want to spend the rest of my life with her, but she's always hugging me, touching me. She always wants to cuddle and be close to me. I don't know mate, I need my space sometimes, and she just won't give it to me."
I had leaned against the wall and closed my eyes as tight as i could, trying to keep the tears in, but the truth was, I was hurt. More hurt than I had ever been because of him, and it made me wonder what else he was telling his friends without telling me. I had no idea I was annoying him like that, and although I knew I was someone very affectionate, he never showed me any signs of annoyance... or did I just not see them?
I decided not to confront him about it for the simple reason I didn't want to talk about it. I knew what I had to know, and although I felt like his words were harsh, it was still how he felt and I guess that's not something I could change. I wish he had told me about it, or that at least, he would have told his friends in a nicer way, but what was done was done and I decided the only thing to do was to adapt my own behavior.
I didn't want to fight with him, and I didn't want to make him uncomfortable. That being said, restraining my impulses and needs of closeness was not something easy to do. Every day, when he came back home, I wanted to jump to his neck and kiss him, I wanted to nuzzle my face in his neck and tell him that I missed him. I didn't. I hadn't in exactly 8 days, and it was killing me inside. When we watched tv, I made sure I was not touching him. Sometimes, he'd put his arm around the back of couch and I had to fight the will to move closer and cuddle him. Even when we'd go out, i'd make sure I wouldn't take his hand or kiss his shoulder, the way I always would.
I was starting to miss the way he smelled, and the way his hands felt on me but most of all, I was missing him and the way our couple used to be. I didn't want things to change. I didn't want our couple to become loveless and devoid of affection, and I had no idea how long I could keep this going.
On day number 9, I walked back home, letting my purse fall next to the door and sighing low, letting out a long yawn.
"Hey, i'm home."
I saw his head pop out from the kitchen and sent him a small smile before to join him. Opening the fridge, I grabbed a beer and opened it, swallowing half of it before sighing again and sitting on the counter.
"Today was exhausting." I just let out, trying not to look at him and moving my gaze to the bottle in my hands. "I've been running around for my boss all day and he was never satisfied, I swear, I really need to-"
"We need to talk."
He had cut me in the middle of a sentence and when I looked up, he was staring at me. Those four words put together were the worst words in the whole english language and I hate it. I could feel my heart hit against my rib cage and I tried to swallow my stress.
"What about..."
He took a step closer and leaned against the counter, his hands on each side of my thighs. I stared right back at him, feeling my eyes water but trying to keep the tears in. He remained silent and seconds felt like hours.
