Our True Love - Chapter 12
A/N: A couple of more chapters! Huuu. I hope you enjoyed it thus far. Let me know what you think. Your comments are greatly appreciated. <3 (Sorry in advance for any grammatical errors in my stories!)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word count: 2,282
Summary: Reader and Bucky doesn’t get along well after his marriage to Rosaline. Will her friendship with Bucky last or will they crumble and fade?
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I sit in the car while holding the papers up to read over the list. Steve sits next to me, staring out through the window at the snow covered sidewalk. I put the papers away into a folder before letting out a sigh. Another day of meeting. I look out the window at the people huddling into their thick coats.
Steve and I are on a business trip in Canada. Steve had meetings to go to and I’ve just been the one to sort out the files and notes taken during the meetings. After the first week, I feel my fingers getting cramped from the intense non-stop typing sessions. Even my back and neck is killing me.
It’s been a month since I last heard from Bucky. The last time I had seen him was on the rooftop. Then, nothing. He doesn’t answer any of my calls or replied to any of my texts. I even tried to call Rosaline and she didn’t pick up. When I asked Richard, he advices me to give them space. I don’t know what to do honestly.
I have been missing him so much. It feels so odd without him present in my life. I’m a little worried about how he is doing. How they are doing. Even though we don’t live too far, they were never in their house when I go to visit. I don’t know what is going on, but I hope things are okay.
“I called Bucky this morning.” Steve says quietly to me. I shoot up to look at him.
“He answered?? How is he doing?” I lean in to him excited and worried all at the same time. Steve lets out a small scoff before smiling.
“He’s good. He’s been seeing a specialist about his mind. He’s trying to improve things for himself.” Steve says looking down at his hands. His blue eyes still seem a little troubled. It was a relief to hear that Bucky is still all right, but I’m a little hurt that he didn’t return any of my calls.
“But…?” I ask. I know he has something else to say.
Steve’s eyes find mine. I can see that he is trying to read my emotion.
“He and Rosaline aren’t doing so well.” He says. I let out a sigh while tightening my ponytail. Again? I thought things are okay now.
“I need to see them when we get back.” I say, thinking about them.
“Don’t.” Steve says while looking at me. I look at him confused.
“Let them sort this out, Y/N. It is their marriage, so it is their business.” I raise an eyebrow.
“Says someone who would jump in to help his friend out regardless of the rules.” Steve chuckles while looking back out onto the snow.
“I know. But, Bucky needs to sort this out himself. We have provided all that we could for him. But this, this is something only Bucky can decide for his own.” I look at him.
“Decide? What do you mean?” I ask. Steve smiles before shaking his head.
“He’s a grown man and can take care of himself. Don’t worry about him.” He says while sighing out. I look down at the folder on my lap.
“Can he, though? With his mind in such a wreck like that?” I ask.
“Who knows? But Bucky needs to be conscious of that. Of what his mind is doing to him. I’m sure he’ll able to be the one to control it instead of vice versa soon. I told you before didn’t I?” Steve adds.
“Didn’t you also say he needs the physical reminder of the people in his life?” I ask keeping my eyes on him. Steve sighs. I’m worried. What if he forgets about me again? Forget about our memories together like before? I don’t think I can go through with that pain again.
“I know. But if he is able to control his own mind, then he won’t always need that. Rosaline is compromising things for him to make it work. He won’t say what exactly, but he did reassure me that they are doing the right thing for their marriage.” He says as gives me a warm smile.
“For now, we’ll continue to be the friend he needs. But we won’t interfere with any decisions they make in their marriage, all right, Y/N?”
I nod a little while looking out the window. I wonder what Steve is talking about. What decision in their marriage? The car comes to a stop.
“We’re here, sir.” Steve nods to the driver. He looks over at me.
I exit the car and pull my coat in closer to my body. The cold breeze is biting me through the coat. I look around at the people walking quickly on the sidewalk before they freeze outside. My mind is replaying what Steve had just said. I had been so lost in helping Bucky that I didn’t even realize I had been interfering with their marriage so much. I had wanted Bucky to be happy so that’s why I stepped in to make things better.
Had I wanted them to work out so I have a reason to move on easily? Was I afraid to be the very reason if their marriage fails? Was I afraid to lose the Bucky I knew if it did fail? The idea of losing Bucky terrifies me, which is why I was willing to do anything to keep him happy. But, am I even keeping him happy if I, myself, don’t know really what makes him happy?
Steve is right. I shouldn’t interfere anymore. Let Bucky and Rosaline decide for themselves of the outcome of their own marriage.
As I was about to step into the building, I caught a glimpse of someone standing by a lamp post. He looks rather familiar. I could’ve sworn it was Bucky, but he looks a lot smaller than Bucky does.
“Y/N.” Steve calls out, holding the door for me. I look back at where the person was, but he’s gone. I blink, trying to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming. I sigh out before running inside from the bitter coldness.
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The night is freezing cold. Even the hotel lobby is ice cold despite the heater. I sit patiently, waiting for Steve to come back so we can have dinner together. I wrap the coat around my body tightly to keep warm. I look around at the different people walking in and out of the hotel.
I look at my phone to check any messages, but I have none. When I look up, I notice a man sitting in another set of couch on the other side of the lobby. I don’t know if he’s looking at me, but from the angle of his face, it does look like it. He’s wearing a black coat and hat. It looks like he just got in from outside because of the amount of snow on his hat.
I look away, hoping that the man doesn’t see me. I start feeling uncomfortable. He looks exactly like the man I saw earlier. I busy myself on my phone. Inside, I pray that it was just nothing and it is just my over reactive feeling.
I glance up to see if the man is there again. Sure enough, he was. This time, I’m sure I can feel this man’s gaze at me. His eyes felt large from the other side of the lobby. I swallow while looking around the area. Maybe I’ll return to my room.
When I pick up my bags, I see the man standing up as well from the corner of my eyes. My stomach twists and I felt scared. I can practically hear his footsteps from the other side of the room. I should probably not go to my room. I’ll go to the security room instead. I turn around and about to make my way to the elevator when I feel a hand grabbing onto my shoulder.
I jumped and slap the hand away before turning to look who it was. It’s just Steve. He is just as startled as I was. He can probably see how pale I had gone. His brows furrowed.
“Y/N, are you okay?” He asks. I take a deep breath and nod slowly. I look around the lobby to see where the man is, but he’s gone yet again.
“Y/N?” Steve calls out to me again.
“Yeah. I’m fine.” I lied. But from behind Steve, I catch the glimpse of the man stepping outside through the hotel door.
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I lie on the fluffy bed of the hotel. It feels like I’m lying down in a pit of marshmallows after such an intense and hard day. How come I never noticed this heavenly feeling before? Probably because I would pass out the second my head did hit the pillow.
Message notification of my phone startles me a little. I fish my phone out of my purse, not moving too much from my comfortable spot. I look at the message.
Richard [10:33PM] – Hey, Cherry Princess. How is the business trip going?
I smile to myself.
You [10:34PM] – Great. I just got to the hotel. I should be back next week.
Richard [10:36PM] – All right. I’m glad to hear. So I got some good news.
You [10:48PM] – Oh yeah? What is that?
I walk out of the bathroom after getting showered. I quickly gone and take a shower before reading the good news Richard has for me. I pick up my phone to see if he had replied or not. My heart jumps at his message before I yell out happily.
Richard [10:51PM] – I took your advice and took the leap of faith. Guess who’s got a boyfriend now?
You [11:30PM] – Are you serious?? Oh my God! I’m so happy for you, Richard! Is it Harry? Tell me it is!
Richard [11:32PM] – Yes it is. I was so nervous, but I told him. I never felt so happy in my life. Thank you, Y/N.
You [11:35PM] – I did nothing. You did it yourself. This calls for another celebration! We need to play something when I get back.
Richard [11:39PM] – Sounds good, Cherry Princess.
You [11:42PM] – Oh, have you heard anything from Rosaline or Bucky, btw?
Richard [12:01AM] – They are working things out. Don’t worry about them.
You [12:02AM] – How can I not? You are so silly. But are they okay?
Richard [12:05AM] – Honey, worry about your trip first, okay?
I let out a sigh. He’s not going to tell me anything. I check over to my messages to Bucky.
You [10:30PM] – Bucky, call me back when you can.
You [08:10AM] – Bucky, are you okay?
You [01:49PM] – I came over to your house. No one is there. When can I see you?
You [10:45AM] – Bucky, seriously! Pick up the phone!
You [11:58PM] – Bucky, talk to me…
I let out another sad sigh. Why isn’t he responding to me? I place my hands over my face, feeling the tears well up. I was so angry at him for not responding to my texts or calls. I was even very worried about him. What is he doing that is so hard to just pick up and reply to me? Takes 30 seconds to type, ‘I’m fine.’
But then again. I might murder him if he just gives me that cheap response after leaving me hanging for over a month.
Keep faith in him no matter what happens. He seemed so sad and afraid to say that to me in the elevator. But how can I if he doesn’t even call me or text me back? At least he knows that I’m waiting for him.
My mind plays back to the man in that black coat and hat. He could just be an innocent man walking around. Or just someone with the same outfit. A lot of people wear black coats here after all. It could just be nothing.
But then again, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there is something off about that man. Even Steve is worried about me, but I just reassured him it was nothing. I’ll probably tell him tomorrow or sometime. I don’t want to worry him when his mind is filled with these other businesses.
A notification bell. I quickly pick up my phone to see who it is.
It was just Sharon. When I open it, my heart jumps. I feel the whole world shift. I grab my room key card with my phone and run out of my room to Steve’s. I nearly run into someone as I was running down the hall.
I quickly turn to apologize as I run, but my voice is nowhere to be found. It’s that man. Now that I get a closer look at his face, there’s another sense of familiarity with it. The lower half of his face is covered by a scarf and those eyes… Those eyes… I immediately turn the corner to Steve’s room.
I pound on his door, waiting for him to open all the while keeping my eyes open at where I came from to make sure the guy isn’t following me. When Steve opened the door, I push him in and close the door behind me. I look out through the peephole, but never see the man pass by. I breathe out before looking at Steve. He is wearing a shocked face.
I then remember the reason why I made my way to his room in the first place.
“Steve!! Did she tell you??”
He nods with his hand over his mouth in disbelief.
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