Schnapp It! {Noah X Reader}

Chapter 27

~Y/N's POV~

"I'm cheating on you," I confessed. I exhaled softly as I waited for him to burst into anger or to yell at me, but nothing came.

"I know." He gently said. His hands fell from my arms and he crossed them over his chest. Mason looked calm and mature as if he'd know how to deal with this kind of situation.

"How? Since when? Did someone tell you?" I blabbered anxiously.

"Calm down, no one told me." Mason walked towards the table and signaled me to sit with him. "Remember when you lost the ring?" I nodded nervously. "The night before, after our date you left it in my pocket. I turned around after dropping you at your apartment and when I opened the door I saw you and who I assumed is Noah."

Mason was way too relaxed. "You were the one who put the ring in the coat rack," I whispered, running a hand through my hair and took a deep breath. "If you knew why didn't you break up with me?"

"I was waiting for you to be honest with me."

"Mason, what if I never told you? What if I kept cheating on you throughout our marriage?!" To be truthful I was freaking out.

"If you never said anything the reasonable thing to do was break it off before we got committed."

It's still a little wrong but I guess he just wanted to hear it from me. "You seem so casual and relaxed." I trailed off.

"Yeah, I actually met someone. She helped me get through it, get my mind off of it." Mason explained.

"Oh, I'm glad— I'm happy for you and I'm also so, so sorry for being a backstabbing dick."

"It was very shitty of you, but I forgive you. Sometimes history beats engagement."

Ouch. Way to make me feel more guilty.

"Again, I truly am sorry. If you want I can find another manager." I announced, kind of sad at the thought of someone else managing my career.

"Oh no, you are my star, no one else's. We can still be friends too if it's okay with you."

"Really?! Yeah!" I glanced at my phone and saw that work called. "The guy from the beach called. I gotta go."

"Hey, it's fine. We're good." Mason gave me an apologetic smile and waved at me. I mouthed a quick 'thank you' and before I left I remembered I had one last thing to do. I turned around and gave Mason a small smile.

"This is yours. I know that there's someone that you deserve, someone better out there." I gave him one last hug and sprinted out of the office.

-

Through the way to the beach and back, I could not stop thinking about my break up. It's the best thing I have done in a while. Right now I'm feeling ecstatic and confident as hell. As if on cue, a phone call came in with Noah's name on it.

"Hey, what's up?" I chime in.

"Nothing, I just wanted to see how you were. How was work?"

"Boring and awesome. I have news, amazing news."

"About what?" He sounded curious. Noah was probably wondering if I got around to deal with my engagement.

"Not through the phone! Meet me in the coffee shop at fifteen. I love you." I said with the biggest smile plastered on my face.

"Okay, I love you too."

-

Life and death are sometimes so far away and sometimes so close. We feel like we can decide how long we live but most of the time it's not up to us. Some people take their own lives and others take other people's lives away.

I never thought that one of the happiest days of my life would also be one of the worst. And the terrible part of all of this is that my friend thought he could get away with this. He thought everyone would grieve just as he planned and that we would all weep when there is much more left to do. My opinion was never asked for because I was gone for a while now, and it hurts to think that they don't think of me for these kinds of choices. It's infuriating to think that I was gonna watch my friend take his last breath. He cannot give up just like that.

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I happily walked inside the coffee shop and searched around the tables for Noah. I didn't see him, so I decided to sit down at a table and wait for him. I started going through my Instagram feed when I come across a super old picture of the Stranger Things gang and me when we were teens. The picture included Noah and Chloe, Finn, Millie, Sadie, Gaten, Caleb, Jack, and me, all of us jumping in the air with the biggest smiles. I smiled at the memory of us before they all grew to hate me.

My train of thoughts stopped when I heard the door's bell chime. My eyes shot up searching for Noah but it wasn't him.

I glanced at my hands and they seemed rough. They don't look like your average delicate hands. There is a noticeable trail of scars on my wrists with a lot of history in them, then followed the calluses on the tip of my fingers and my index finger that my guitar caused, and lastly were the flaky plaques of skin on the top of my hand, where my anxiety and stress manifest almost always.

I heard the bell chime again, very roughly, and as I looked up my eyes met a relatively uneasy Noah. He rushed to the table I sat at and took a seat across me.

"Hey, everything alright?" I asked in a sweet tone. I placed my hand on top of his and caressed it. "Noah, look at me, what's the matter?"

He let out a shaky breath and forced himself to look me in the eye. "Jack is not doing so well." his voice was barely a grumble.

"W-what?"

"They're going to disconnect him in two days."

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