We don't talk anymore
Request: Hi! I love your writing, and was wondering if you could do a song fic to “We Don’t Talk Anymore” by Charlie Puth and Selena Gomez.
Note: it’s my first time to write a song fic, I hope you like it, since I did it a bit different from the others! I’m still taking request
You lay in your bed, head buried between one of your many pillows and eyes staring at the ceiling.
In one of your hands your phone, buzzing from all the tweets and messages you’re receiving. Your feed is full with pictures of your ex boyfriend Tom and his new girlfriend, hugging and laughing in public.
Your heart feels incredibly heavy and you swallow the lump in your throat, wanting nothing more to just text Tom but you know better.
You two stopped talking some time ago, and there still wasn’t one day passing by without you thinking about him.
To see him now with this other girl makes you feel so lonely, you didn’t expect him to move on so fast.
It looks like he finally found the one he’s been looking for, and unluckily you simple weren’t the one.
It’s not that Tom and you didn’t got along, your little romance was the sweetest one you’ve ever had.
But time was working against you two, and as soon as he startet filming in LA you two talked less and less until he moved on with someone else.
The whole in your chest growing bigger with every minute you think about it, your body still craving Toms presence.
You unlock your phone and dial his number, pressing the green button without over thinking it.
His phone goes straight to voicemail and you sigh, thoughts trailing about how his presence felt and the way you felt around him.
It’s in the middle of the night and the moonlight shines threw your open window, a cold breeze crashing against your burning skin.
You can’t help but wonder why you can’t move on, thinking night over night about a Boy who doesn’t seem to care at all.
You wish you knew that you weren’t the one for him, to prevent yourself from this heartbreak but it’s too late.
His laugh still echoes in your head, and the way his voice would get all raspy and deep in the morning still makes shiver run down your spine.
You can still smell his cologne in your bedsheets and you also still have his tea in your kitchen, the small baggage being untouched for weeks.
You snuggle yourself deeper into your shirt, one of Toms old jerseys and bite your lip, your whole body feeling numb and dizzy from all the crying.
You feel so dumb for crying after him, and ask yourself how he can move on so fast, feeling like it was all a game to him.
You don’t want to know what he is doing with his new girlfriend, if she can love him the way you do, treating him the way he should be treated.
You know you love him the best, and it’s such a shame that you can’t get him out of your brain.
So many boys tried to get to you, but you refused every single one of them, thinking Tom might come back.
You overdosed, Tom took over your life in a way you never considered as possible.
You gave up on counting all the hours you spent crying, days without sleep and weeks without leaving your apartment.
You tried to move on, you really did but every time you’d find yourself checking your phone for a message from Tom, telling you he wants to come back.
On the other hand you’re too proud to text him again, all your other attempts failed miserably and you immediately start to regret the phone call.
You two don’t love anymore, and the realisation hits you every day a bit more.
You ask yourself what all of this was for, if not for Tom and you staying together.
All you can do is to hope that he’s laying next to someone who knows how to love him the way you do, thinking that there must be a good reason that he left you.
Every now and than you think he might want you to show up at his door, to brake the distance between you two and go back to old terms, but you’re too afraid of being wrong.
You don’t want to know if he looks his girlfriend in the eyes like he observed you, if she holds him as tight as you did.
Tom has your heart, and the way you’re thinking about him at 3:30 am pulls you down like an anchor.
Your heart feels more heavy than ever, your heartbreak holding you down, not giving you a chance to recover from Tom.
Every time you close your eyes , you see his figure smiling down at you, hands cupping your face and lips gently brushing yours.
A smile forms on your lips when you think about how you two met, sleep finally washing over you, eyelids barely open.
The vibration from your mobile feeling like a light massage in your hand, taking some time for you to realise it’s a phone call.
Toms name lights up on top of the screen and your vision gets blurry from tears, unlocking your phone as fast as possible.
,,Hello, Y/N?“ His voice sounding exactly the way you remembered.
,,Can we talk?”