Just Fine (Zach Dempsey X Reader)
A/N: I just love sad boy Zach (Also I finished writing this at 5am so im sorry if its shitty)
It never got this bad. We’ve had arguments before, but this, this was too much. I don’t even remember what the hell we were fighting about but I do know that it wasn’t a big deal yet it somehow turned into one. How does a small misunderstanding turn into us yelling at each other and throwing names and accusations so carelessly? I really have no idea.
The fight blew over and we were both just laying on his bed next to each other, but not close to each other. He was laying on his back trying hard to concentrate on the dark ceiling and I was laying on my side facing away from him with tears still streaming down my face. We were quiet, not daring to break the silence because we were equally scared of what would happen next. Would we really break up over something that started out as a simple argument? I sure hope not. Yes I was mad at him and he was mad at me but this can’t be the end, right? You don’t break up with someone that you’ve been with for this long over over a fucking argument.
Even though I wasn’t facing him I could tell that he had a million thoughts racing through his head, and to be honest I did too. I figured that I should probably speak up because the longer this silence was, the worse things would end up. Before I had the chance to say anything I heard him sigh and I turned to him, still not getting closer. He kept his gaze on the ceiling as I continued to examine his face in the dark room.
“This isn’t it, right?” He asked in a shakey voice, still looking up and not facing me. I noticed a tear roll down the side of his face. His voice was now soft, unlike how it was 15 minutes ago when he was yelling.
“What do you mean?” I asked acting like I didn’t know what he was talking about, although I knew exactly what he meant. I went to wipe the tear and as soon as I placed my thumb on his cheek he tensed up, but quickly eased down. He waited a few moments then spoke up again.
He was now closer and laying on his side facing me, his eyes showing signs of sadness and hurt, and a few other emotions I wasn’t sure of.
“I mean we’ll still be together, right? We’ll be okay?” His voice broke at the last words causing my heart to break too. His breathing became uneven and he buried his head in the crook of my neck. I quickly realized that he was…crying? I thought he was staying quiet because he was considering just breaking up with me. Apparently he guessed that that’s what I was thinking as well. My hand began playing with his hair, but I still didn’t respond.
“(Y/N)? Say something, please.” He said in between breaths. “Tell me that we aren’t done. That I didn’t ruin things because I got too mad. Tell me that this isn’t my fault.” He begged. I’ve never seen him like this. We’ve been dating for a while now and I’ve always seen him as an upbeat happy person who constantly made jokes and acted childish, but now all I saw was someone who was scared of what was to come, someone lonely.
“Of course it’s not your fault baby. We’ll be just fine.” I assured him. Sure this fight was messy but it sure wasn’t enough to break us up.