niall horan in bed

As Messed Up As Each Other

Summary: You and Bucky decide to duet together (I know random but stick with it) and fluff and deep chats

Words: 486

Warnings: Small reference to mental disorders (nm though)

Just a short cute one I fancied doing. Sorry for the long gap! Back better than ever tho xx Emma

Originally posted by kundalini427


“What’s that?” you asked, poking your head through the door.

“It’s a guitar…” replied Bucky, hesitantly, glancing back down to the strings. He had been playing for a good hour now and the urge to go and join him had overcome you. After all, he was pretty good. “No I mean what are you playing, silly!” you laughed, passing through the door to sit next to him on the bed.

“Uh, This Town, its by Niall-“

“-Niall Horan, yeah I thought it was,” you butted in, turning to face Bucky slightly. He looked nervous, panicked.

Laying a hand softly on his shoulder, he shuddered away slightly before relaxing into your grip. Bucky was one of the quietest people you had met but you had always found a comfortable silence when you were with him. You couldn’t really explain it to people, but it just worked.

“Waking up to kiss you and nobody’s there, the smell of your perfume still stuck in the air, it’s hard” you began to sing, looking away from him for a second before turning around to him, urging him to play along. Slowly and gradually, he joined in, strumming and plucking on the strings in company with you. After singing out the chorus, you zoned back into reality, realising how much Bucky was relaxing and enjoying your duet. Turning over to him, you smiled softly before beginning the verse.

Singing the first line, Bucky finished on his chord, not daring to play another one. Confused, you pulled a face towards him, who was still looking down at the guitar.

“Why aren’t you playi-“

Planting a soft kiss onto your lips, Bucky cut you off, still scared to look you into the eye. Slowly opening your eyes, you looked over to him. “That was…”

“Wrong… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have. I’ll go,”

“No, Bucky!” You stopped him, latching onto his hand before he dared to leave. “I just didn’t expect it. Doesn’t mean I didn’t like it though,” you added, pulling a short smile. Tapping back onto the mattress, you urged him to come and sit with you again. As far as you were concerned, Bucky wasn’t a monster, he was just misunderstood.

“You can talk to me, you know?” you began, a little hesitant to bring anything serious up. “Cos, I always hoped I could talk to you,” you added, turning to him slightly.

“Yeah but there isn’t anything wrong with you,” Bucky replied, pulling a confused face. Lying down the guitar on the bed, you sighed before explaining.

“It looks that way, right? Yeah, well, who’s to say that what’s going on inside here,” you pointed to your head. “Isn’t a bit messed up? You know, with anxiety and depression and all,” you finished, not quite ready to look at Bucky. “I didn’t-“

“Didn’t know, right?”

“I’m so sorry, I guess we are kind of as messed up as each other…”