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

let me go with you

A few days later after the accident, Zak is walking in the hospital hallways, with a paper bag on his left hand. He hums joyfully, while going through the nurses and patients in the hospital. In front of a giant window with a table, he was stopped by a voice coming from his left. He turned his head and smiles.

"Hey Zak."

"George, hi!"

"A word, if you don't mind."

Zak nods. "Yeah, of course." Both of them sat on the chairs provided with the table. George sees the bag that he brought along. "Thanks for buying her lunch. She says the food here is terrible." They both laugh. "Really? Well, I brought this 'cause I wondered if she was craving these." George appreciates the effort Zak has put onto for the past few days. 

He barely has sleep, taking care of you both day and night, taking turns with George, Jennifer and Vianna. All of his videos were postponed and there was barely any content for his fans. But luckily, they understood that Zak had 'personal matters', so they couldn't care less. 

Your whole team was so shocked by the news that they literally had to cancel the last day of the photoshoot. Madam Matilda and Keliah visited you yesterday, and you told them to go back home to England. They were hesitant at first, but you persuade them so that you won't be able to carry even more burdens. 

George finally gets to the topic he really wants to talk about. "Ok um, you know that (Y/n) is going to get discharged next week on Thursday, right?" "Yeah, why? What's going on?" He really couldn't open his mouth to say the words, but for your place, he decides to tell him. 

"(Y/n) wants to go back to England as soon as she is discharged." 

Zak could feel his heart drop into a black void. He tries to pull it together with smiling. "But, why?" He asks, his voice trembling. "She doesn't want to get involved with anything that would risk both yours and her life. So she thought that Brighton will be a much safer place for her." Zak couldn't feel anything. 

"O-Oh, well we really can't force her to stay, can we?" George nods. "I think you better discuss this thing with her. I'm not really in the place to decide between you and her, so." He rises from his seat, pats on Zak's back, and walks away. 

He felt numb. Looking at the room that had your name on it was already tiring for him. He goes to your room, knocking on the door politely, and only came in when a gentle "Come in." echoed. He sees you watching YouTube on your iPad, as you see Zak entering. "Oh! Hi, Zak! You're pretty early."

"I'm never late." He replies, placing the paper bag on the table. You sat up straight to see what's inside. "Ooh, steak?" Zak laughs. "Yeah. I didn't know what to bring you, plus, it was the closest to the hospital." "I'll take it." You open the bag, revealing a beautiful medium-rare steak. He sits next to you, fidgeting around with his own hands. 

"I spoke to George earlier." 

You stopped what you were doing. A sigh went out from your lips. "Zak-" "Why?" He looks at you. His eyes sharp. You knew, Zak was frustrated. "Zak, I can't help to place you in harm's way again. Look at me. I'm covered in casts and bandages. I wouldn't want to see you in my place." He shakes his head. 

"(Y/n). Both of us has faced the consequences. Those 5 years. That is our punishment for not trusting ourselves." You remained silent. "Listen to me. If you go back to England for another, what 5 years, then what was the point of meeting me here?" "Why did you come back home? Why did you stand up for me? You have grown, Moonie - both of us have."

You drop your fork, realizing what you have said just scarred him even more. "Zak." You look at him, your eyes focusing on his. "You do know how much I love you-" "Then let me go with you this time." 

"What?"

"If you do love me, let me go with you to England." 

He takes your hand, sighing as he sees the bruises on the back of your hand. "I know, I feel like I'm being over-protective of you and being controlling, but I swear - I'm not. I just feel like, the past week that we have been together was very short. I want to spend more time with you." You hug him, wrapping your arms around his neck. The IV line being pulled aggressively.  

"I'm sorry I was thinking about myself too much." You bury your head inside his shoulders. "No, it's okay. You have done nothing wrong."

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Contains strong language that BBH doesn't approve of!

"So, you were the person behind this shit." The voice of Jennifer fills the room. Behind the glass, a young girl with long hair that's super messed up scoffs. "Uh, maybe?" Jennifer is now super furious. She slams the table, her coat brushing off her shoulder. "Don't fucking lie, Heather! You bitch, you almost killed (Y/n)!" 

She smirks, her eyes as evil as a witch. "And so what if I almost killed her?" Her patience was getting out of hand. "You don't have a fucking heart.  Do you know what you did was fucking inhumane? What would you think her family feels if she dies because of you? What would me and Vianna think? And what would Zak think?" 

"They will be, happy?" 

"HEATHER! I swear to fucking heavens you are a psychopath." 

Heather laughs like she has done nothing wrong. Jennifer's face turned red super quickly. Her hands in a fist. "Oh come on now. All humans die in the end. Why not just end it earlier?" Jennifer punches her fist on the table. "Now listen here you fucking psycho. I will make sure you will rot in jail and never see the daylight ever again."

She grins as he crosses her arms on the table. "Oh really? And what crime did I do to deserve this." 

"You don't realize your crime yet, haven't you?" Heather shrugs. Jennifer gets closer to the glass. "Attempted murder." 

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fun fact, i was so sleepy during the first half of the chapter lol.