goodguyfitz (oneshots)

rooftop

it was one of those days again...

one of those days where it felt like your world was falling apart. you wanted to cry, scream, even throw a tantrum just to let out the pain you'd been holding inside, but you couldn't.

you didn't want anyone to worry or see the cracks in your armor, so you kept everything to yourself.

for weeks you tried to unwind, fix your schedule, take breaks from the internet, but nothing worked.

after a long day of prerecording a podcast, you were the first to enter the house. the others slowly trickled in behind you. you couldn't wait to run to the bathroom, hoping a bath might calm your racing thoughts.

rushing to the bathroom, you turned the water on and cautiously touched it, waiting for it to warm.

once it felt just right, a soft smile appeared on your face. you undressed slowly, making sure the door was locked, no interruptions tonight. you sank into the bath and closed your eyes.

seconds later, you opened them. bored. frustrated. not relaxed at all.

enough was enough. you drained the water and took a proper shower, which somehow helped more than the bath ever could.

afterwards, you shuffled to your closet and blindly grabbed a random shirt and some shorts. staring at yourself in the mirror, adjusting your hair, you realized it was one of cameron's shirts. a small, quiet smile tugged at your lips.

your phone dinged. it was the guys, joking around in the group chat. a little warmth spread in your chest knowing they were happy, if only a little more than you were.

it was 9:28 pm. a sigh escaped you as your feet touched the main floor. you walked past the guys sprawled on the couch, talking or playing on the tv, and made your way to the kitchen for a glass of water before stepping into the backyard.

closing the glass door behind you, your eyes landed on the pool. the lights were on, slowly shifting colors. one of your favorite things about the house.

it sounds silly, but you loved standing there, music in your ears, watching the colors drift and change. it comforted you.

but the loud laughter from inside reminded you of reality, that you weren't as happy as you deserved to be.

you looked up at the sky. the moon hung bright, stars twinkling softly. you wandered to the gates separating your yard from the neighbors', pressing your hands against the cold metal. eyes closed, you let the occasional breeze brush against your face.

opening your eyes, you saw the neighbors step outside, laughing with their kids trailing behind. they waved, and you waved back.

quietly, you moved to the side of the house, careful not to be noticed, and began climbing the ladder that led to the roof.

realization hit, you'd left your phone inside. a groan escaped you as you patted your pockets. you sat down, eyes closed, taking a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves twisting in your stomach.

finally, some time to yourself.

you cried. all the emotions you'd held inside, unwilling to let anyone see, spilled out in silent tears.

soft, quiet sobs, you didn't want to be heard. your nose clogged, forcing you to breathe through your mouth. eventually, you lifted your hands from your face, letting the cool night breeze wash over you, even as tears continued to fall.

closing your eyes again, you sat in silence, letting yourself simply exist on the roof, staring at the stars, crying freely.

then, you heard a noise. eyes opening, you found cameron sitting beside you.

he smiled gently and brushed a tear from your cheek. "put this on—you must be freezing."

he was right. you were freezing, but the thought of going inside, facing the guys with red, tear-streaked eyes, made you hesitate.

slipping on the hoodie he offered, you noticed how big it was on you. one of cameron's hoodies.

"thank you," you murmured.

minutes of quiet passed before he spoke again. "how long have you been up here?"

not wanting to break further, you stared at the stars and answered softly, "for about an hour or so... i'm not sure."

he frowned, scooting closer and pulling you gently against him, resting your head on his chest.

"i know you're sad, y/n," he whispered, voice cracking slightly. "but talk to me... let me help. i know the others would too. i hate seeing you like this. you deserve better than all this."

tears streamed down your face again, the very thing you'd fought so hard to avoid.

ashamed, you lowered your hands, hiding your face from him.

cameron shifted to sit in front of you, slowly lifting your hands from your face and cupping your chin so your eyes met his.

"i love you," he said, before pressing his lips to yours.

shocked, happy, you kissed back, hands brushing over his cheeks. "i love you too," you whispered when the kiss ended.

he squeezed your hands gently. "please, y/n... remember, we're here for you. always. you can come to us anytime. we love you—me a little more than the rest, but hey... you be the judge of that."

you both laughed at his dumb joke, staying on the roof, talking and simply enjoying each other's presence.