As You Are

Sentimental Value

A/N: so this is a shameless plug BUT I spend a lot of time writing. I have a shit ton of stories written that I don't plan to publish bc they're more just my therapy (this story started out as one, but I fell in love with it and wanted you all to read it too) but recently I've started a Larry Stylinson one. I respect both H and L and I don't want to impose the idea of their relationship on anyone bc it's probably not even real (even tho i ship it) but I did start a fic 😂 my question is if I published it, who would be interested? I've also got a few MerAdd fics pre-written, I'm thinking of publishing them too. I'll take a vote on what one to publish first if anyone's interested. Thank you so much for your reading and your support, I appreciate it more than words. When I don't want to keep living, I remember that only I know how my stories end, and I can't be selfish enough to leave y'all on a cliff hanger! That's just rude as fuck.

Hope you like the chapter, I love you all with all my heart!

~Daisy

Meredith's POV:

"Are you seeing what I'm seeing" Cristina tried to whisper, but I knew, even in my inebriated state, that it was far from a whisper.

"Is that really Addison or am I tripping balls right now" I ask Cristina, wide eyed, turning to look at her face, which was also wide-eyed with shock.

"Nope, it's really her" Cristina 'whispers' (it's no where war a whisper, this time I'm positive) again "should we clap or something?" She asks me, and I stifle a giggle unsuccessfully as she smirks.

"Shut up Cristina, what the hell was in those brownies you got?" I ask her, elbowing her in the ribs as she giggled stifled giggles back.

"Yes, it's really me" it spoke, I mean she spoke (because she was here and I wasn't seeing things) and I could have cried in relief. I turned my full attention to her, feeling the most sober I'd been all night.

She stood in front of me in a pair of jeans and a pink sweater, her feet clad in blundstones and her hair curled perfectly at her shoulders. She looked upset, as if she'd been crying, and I was immediately worried.

"Are you two high?" Addison asks, raising both eyebrows in disbelief as she stared at us, red eyed and sitting still with a mound of snacks and a bottle of tequila in front of us while Sophie's Choice blared on the tv in the background.

"Yes?" I answer tentatively "we're also drinking?" I say it as a question, as if she would be mad. As if she even had the right to be mad about what I chose to do in my own damn apartment.

But her opinion mattered to me. I didn't want her to get mad, I knew that much.

"I'm just gonna go" Cristina says, standing up with a stumble, going to her room down the hall and shutting the door firmly. I silently curse her, and turn to face Addie by myself.

"I'm really fucked up" is the first thing I say, and to my surprise, she laughs. A genuine, whole-hearted laugh, and it makes my chest feel warm with emotion.

"Yeah, seems like it" She smiles, looking at me fondly with tired eyes. "I left Derek" and it's just that simple; she doesn't say it with anything but a tired tone and a fond smile.

"You left Derek?" I ask, my eyes surely bulging out of their sockets. I jumped up from my spot on the couch to go stand in front of Addie with the most dumbstruck look on my face.

"YOU LEFT DEREK?" Comes Cristina from her bedroom, and I can't help but break into a fit of giggles. I was not ready to be having this conversation with Addison right now.