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

back with him

- A part in this chapter will include topics about self-harm and suicide! Please skip if you are uncomfortable with the following topics! -

You wake up, feeling heavy headed and your eyes hurt. You look around you to see this isn't your hotel room. The walls were gray, and there were fairy light on the wall. You looked on your right to notice your reflection. Your eyes were puffy and red. You get out from the bed, and slowly look at the photo frames on the shelf.

That's when you realized, you're in your room. And you remembered last night, you met Zak. After 5 years. You slowly open the door, and the lights of the hallway were turned on. The wall clock showed that it was 9:41 in the morning. 

You take a right turn and you see Zak's door opened. Lights were coming out from it. You open the door quietly as you heard him talking to someone. You lean against the door and crossed your arms. Zak notices something has moving beside him, and turns his gaming chair. He smirks.

"Uh, I have to go for a bit, Bad." 

He was talking to Darryl. He muted his microphone and took off his headset. You skip towards him and you sat on his bed. "I see you had a great sleep." He grins. You turn pink. "Yeah, it was pretty, nice." He looks at your clothes, and sees that you are wearing his hoodie. "Guess you had nothing else to wear." 

You look down to see the hoodie was a bigger size than you and you blushed. "H-Hey! This was the only hoodie I found inside the cupboard." He thinks that you were really cute, and giggles. "Nah, it's okay." He stands up to pat on your head like the old times. Never have you realized that his touch is the one thing you missed.

"Breakfast?"

He asks you, leaning against the wall. Your eyes sparkle, reliving the memories. You nod as smile. 

• • •

Zak pulls up his car in front of Starbucks, and it's just like 5 years ago. You smile, looking at your old hang out place. He gets out from the drivers seat, and runs to open your door. Wow, Zak has became a real gentleman. Both of you enter the building, and head straight to the counter. The cashier greets you two with a smile.

"Hello, welcome to Starbucks! What can I get for you today?"

"One-" Just as when Zak was about to say your order, you cut him off.

"One latte and a cup of mocha, please."

He smiles. You still remembered his order. "Alright, I'll get your drinks ready!" You turn to Zak, who was smiling. "You still remembered?" "Of course! Why would I?" He locks hands with you, and you feel his warm hand on yours. 

And when all was happy and lovely, suddenly, a storm arrives. 

"Oh my god, Zak?" 

You knew that voice. For 5 years you have never forgotten that voice. The voice of the person that destroyed you. Zak looks at you and rolls his eyes. You turn behind you to see Heather, looking very, very selfish. She sees you and she grunts. "Oh, you. I thought you wouldn't return here for good!" She giggles.

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't know that you wished for me to never return to Florida. Well lucky for you, I came here for work purposes. I bet that you don't even know what my job is." She crosses her arms, "Probably some janitor work, I suppose? Ugh, I wouldn't even want to touch you!" You laugh, at this woman's answer. 

"I'm a famous photographer that works for Nebula Studios and for myself." She becomes speechless, but she flips her hair. "Let me guess how much you make a month. Hm, 10 grand?" "200 grand, actually." She almost drops her cheap-looking handbag. You look at her handbag and laugh. "I'm really sorry but that handbag is super fake." 

She scoffs, couldn't believe what you're saying. "Excuse me? This is an original Louis Vuitton handbag from the Winter collection!" You scan her bag, looking at every detail that's on it. "The threads are literally coming off from it's stitching and  the 'logo' is almost coming off from the cheap super glue. The bag isn't pure leather it's faux leather, costs about $10-$25, depends on the type of faux leather."

Heather's jaw was dropped to the Earth's core. You shrug. "Probably it costs $40, maybe less." She tries to hit you, but you were quick enough to stop her. Her hand just inches away from your face. You give a smile. "The next time you want to hit me better ask me first." You push down her arm, and let out a big sigh. 

"It's really sad to see you like this, Heather. The moment I saw you 5 years ago I knew you were trouble. You brought a goddamn storm into both me and Zak's lives, and you just fucked our relationship up. Let me tell you this. I know Zak for 15 years and never have I ever betrayed him. I stood by his side when he needed me the most and he does the same thing to me too."

"Yeah, I do agree. I was really jealous when he started dating you. Back in high school I couldn't care less. But as time goes by these feelings turned into hell. I couldn't stand thinking that he was going to leave me for a girl with long hair and blue eyes."

"But now, you come here, and take one look at me. And immediately you start acting all nice to him. Why? You wanna make me run away from home again? Is that what your intention was 5 years ago? I tortured myself. Literally."

You open the sleeves of your hoodie. Underneath, scars. A lot of white lines.

"I've been doing this shit for months. And I regret doing this. Nothing that I do was worth it. But Zak, he has taught me how to accept myself even more. And I know for a fact, that he will never leave me. If you continue doing this, Heather, you will just ruin yourself. Chasing after a guy who will never love you. That's really fucked up."

She frowns. Her arms are crossed, it's like she didn't hear a word you were saying. "I don't give a damn if you're back here, (Y/n). All that I know is that you came here after 5 years, and you're gonna lock yourself inside that petty old room of yours and cry and cut yourself all over again." 

You roll your eyes. "Heather, self-harm is not a joke. It's an attempt of suicide. Would you like me to die?" She stayed silent. Her body froze all over her. She couldn't move as if something was holding her from moving. 

"Well," You turn behind you to take your drinks and stepped forward. "I don't give a damn if you try to threaten me. You know why?"

You look at Zak. 

"'Cause I'm back with him."