The art of love (Oikawa x suicidal reader)

Chapter 6

I can hear the sound of birds singing, and wind rushing through tree leaves. I can feel a cool breeze against my face, and my head feels as though it's next to something hard and warm.

I feel completely relaxed and at peace, and I savour this moment.

Wait a minute. Birds? Wind? What's going on?

I slowly open my eyes and am blinded by a ray of sunshine. However, I'm not greeted by the familiar sight of my bedroom ceiling. I begin to panic, and look around my surroundings, when I spot a familiar figure lying next to me.

That's when it hit me.

HOLY. FUCK.

I FELL ASLEEP WITH OIKAWA?!?!?!

I stare at him, not knowing what to do, or how this all happened in the first place. I try to recall last night's events.

The treehouse. The sunset. The stars. I begin to put the pieces together, and realised I must have fallen asleep on him while we sat next to each other, looking at the lights.

Why didn't that idiot wake me up?

I look back over to him. Even while sleeping, he seems so happy and carefree. He's truly the exact opposite of me. So how did we end up being drawn together?

Just then, Oikawa makes a slight movement, and blinks awake. He doesnt seem at all spooked at the fact that I'm now right up in his face.

"Y/N?" He murmered, barely audible.

"Oikawa." I said his name in response. Oikawa simply yawned and sat up. He reached for his phone (which somehow still had power) and weakly laughed as he looked at the time.

"Well shit, looks like we spent the entire night here. I wasn't planning that!" He stretches his arms out as I sit up next to him.

I suddenly realise that my sleeves had rolled up and my cuts were on show, and I rapidly pulled them down, and Oikawa looks at me weirdly from the sudden movement I made.

"You alright?" He asked.

"Y-yeah..." I'm unsure of what to say, I'm still struggling to take in what happened.

He rubs the back of his neck with his hand.
"I'm real sorry, I didnt mean for this to happen. I walk you home and explain everything to your parents."

"NO! No, thanks. It's okay, my dad won't mind."

Oikawa eyes me suspiciously, and I'm worried he doesn't believe me.

"Okay, if you're sure..." He says, his tone indicating he's uncertain.

The last thing I want is anyone finding out how things are at home, what with my alcoholic, neglective father and all. Especially Oikawa.

We walk in silence as we make our way from the tree house, down the hill, and back towards the school. The early morning air felt fresh and cool in my lungs.

When we got into town, it was completely silent. 'Of course, it's a Sunday morning' I thought. I was glad about this, as I dread to think what would happen if anyone saw me with Oikawa.

When we finally made it to the gates I turned to him.
"Thanks for this. I really loved it."

"Well who wouldn't love being with me?" He stuck out his tongue at me, and I punched him in the arm playfully.

"Whatever you say, shittykawa." And I go to turn towards my house, but he stops me before I can go anywhere.

"Wait a sec." He says, and pulls out his phone.

"What is it?" I question, and he gives me an innocent smile.

"I was wondering if I could get your number. After all, you are my art project partner. And more importantly, my friend!"

"Friend?" I wonder if I heard him correctly. I've never had a friend before, and now the most popular guy in town wants to be friends with me?!

I can't believe my life has taken a sudden turn like this.

"Yeah of course!" He says cheerfully, as I hand him my phone. He punches in the number then gives it back. I stare at the lone contact in my phone.

We smile awkwardly at each other for a while, neither one of us knowing what to say, before I finally speak up.

"Well, gotta go. See ya."

"Yeah, see you at school."

I turn and walk swiftly towards my house, not looking back.

~~~at home~~~

"What time do you call this?"

A deep voice echoes through the walls as soon as I open the door.

Why now. Of all times to not be passed out for once. I feel a a tight pull in my stomach as I brace myself for what's to come.

Dad stumble over to me, his eyes red and still obviously drunk.

"Where you out with some boyfriend, huh? You little slut."

"That's not it at al-"

I cant finish my sentance as I am pushed harshly, and I'm sent flying into the wall. I loose my breath for a few seconds.

I touch my hand to my face, and my hand comes back wet. I'm crying without realising.

"You good for nothing brat. Anyone who says they love you beyond fucking you is full of shit."

I curl up into a ball, leaning against the wall I was just pushed into.

"Dad, please!" My voice is sore and shaky, I can barely say anything.

"Don't you 'dad please' me. It's all your fault your fucking mother left us. She's gone because of you!"

At this, I rush upstairs and slam my door shut, and quickly place a chair under the door. Dad gets like this sometimes. You think I'd be used to it by now, but I still get overwhelmed whenever he has one of his bad days.

The worst thing is, I believe everything he says.

I begin to cry into my knees, when I notice something sticking out of my bag. The scrapbook.

I place it in my lap, and flick through it's crisp, blank pages. An idea strikes me, and I get up.

I print out the pictures of the golden sunset and twinkling star lights from my camera. I glue the photos neatly onto the first page of the book, and underneath begin drawing a sketch of Oikawa's treehouse, hidden away in the trees.

My mind goes back to when it all happened; it was only last night but it already feels like a fading memory. In fact, it feels like a dream that I just woken up from, its seems so bizzare and unreal.

After I had finished the drawing, I look back on the filled in page. I had left a small gap right in the centre of the photos and drawing. For a while I try to think of what to put there, before finally picking up my pen.

In the blank space, I write:

'Thank you for showing me the stars."