wish i were heather... || Skeppy x Reader FF

his pov

A week later after meeting up with Jennifer, Zak is walking down the streets, wearing a black hoodie with a black cap. It was cloudy, and rain started dropping from the skies. He looks up and a drop of water falls on his face. He wipes it using his hand and continues walking. People walked pass by him, continuing on with their own lives.

He stumbles upon a rack full of magazines. They were just placed there for sale. He approaches it and sees a familiar face on the cover. He takes one and his eyes started tearing up. The magazine cover read:

Miss (Y/n) (Y/L/n), a famous photographer from England takes the photography media by storm! -Page 9

He gives money to the person selling the magazines and walks back home. It wasn't that far, and he really needed that exercise. After just about 30 minutes of walking, he arrives back home, just in time before it was sunny again. He runs straight to upstairs to his room and sits on his chair. He opens the magazine to page 9, and a whole article about you was written there.

"An amazing photographer based in England takes the photography media by storm! (Y/n) (Y/L/n), a 25-year-old photographer from England impressed even the seniors of photography with her amazing photographies that compliments the world today. Here is our QNA with her."

"So, miss (Y/n), what do you usually do in your free time?" 

"Well, I play the guitar! I could play a couple of songs on it. The first song I played was 'Heather' by Conan Gray."

"Why did you become a photographer in the first place?"

"When I first arrived in England five years ago, I knew that I had to do something. I had to work. I can't depend on my cousin all the time, so I bought my first camera. I started taking photos on it and posted it on a website that was selling photographies. Then one day, a famous photographer saw my photo and wanted to buy it. Apparently, he became my mentor! For 2 years, I worked under him. I worked at his studio and helped me with different kinds of photoshoots. Unfortunately, he retired around the month of May and I was keen to continue being a photographer."

"Is there anyone that inspired you to become a photographer?"

"I wouldn't say inspired but, the meaning behind my career. 5 years ago, I moved to England. I was born here, but I was raised in America. I've had great memories and great friends. But, my mistake worsened my whole life. I knew a boy, he was a great friend, and was like a brother to me. We are now separated, our last conversation was 5 years ago, at the airport. So, the meaning behind me being a photographer is that I want him to see the things that he can't see. I just hope that he sees one of my photographies, which I highly doubt. Nevertheless, I know that he's better now and that he is leading a happier life now."

The article ends, just like that. Zak cried, knowing that you still remember him, after all these years. He hangs his head down, the magazine on his desk. Drops of tears left a stain on his sweatpants. Eventually, he stops, and looks at the magazine once again. He sees your face, smiling beautifully in front of the camera. 

He notices you have made several changes to your appearances. Your hair was slightly shorter, but your dark brown hair had a hazel ombre at the end. You started wearing makeup nowadays, even though you only like natural makeup. He knows that you hate extreme makeups. Your choice of clothing was even more stylish, as you wore t-shirts paired with black jeans when you are doing a photoshoot, and wore suits for official meetings. 

Zak walks out from his room, grabbing his phone and his keys. He dials a number on his phone, and it was ringing. The caller answered. "Hey, can we meet up?" It was Darryl. "Yeah, sure! The usual?" Zak closes the door of his car. "Yeah." "Alright, I'll see you there!"

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At a small park near a lake, a man dressed in fully black sits on a bench, his head hung low to look at his phone in the bright sunlight. Zak smiles and runs to him, his hands inside his sweatpants. The man hears someone running towards him and lifts his head. "Geppy!" 

Typical Bad. After all these years, he still calls Zak 'Geppy'. It was so wholesome. Zak sits down next to him and lets out a big sigh, but he smiles anyway. "So, why did you want to meet me?" "Oh, I just, found something." He takes out the same pair of scissors you gave him 5 years ago at the airport from his hoodie. 

"A pair of scissors?" Darryl asks, confused. Zak shakes his head. "You know what I'm about to talk about, considering this particular par of scissors." That's when Darryl remembered. "Oh. Why? What happened?" Zak looks at him, his eyes trying really hard to hold back the tears. "I-I saw her, in a magazine. She looked different. She changed. She looks happier, and still remembers me." 

Darryl was speechless. He looks at the lake behind him. "Zak, of course she still remembers you. Why wouldn't she?" Zak shakes his head. "It's been 5 years, Bad. In England. That's literally across the ocean!" "Well, we still live on the same planet! So technically, we are still connected somehow." Darryl crosses his arms and leans on the bench. "Don't be too sad, Skeppy. One day, you'll meet her eventually."

"Like she wants to actually come back here. She looks like she's having fun." Darryl places one hand on Zak's shoulder. "But on the inside? She's hurting. She still needs you, Zak. As you need her as well." Zak was so thankful that he had a best friend like Darryl. Their friendship has been staying strong for 7 years, with some ups and downs of course.

Zak smiles at Darryl and giggles. Finally, he has calmed down.

This was his point of view.

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hi sorry i havent really been posting much, exams are literally killing me rn. but your pov will be posted soon! thanks for 1k reads <3