"I wish I'd never met you!" | Kian Lawley
Description; You and Kian have been fighting a lot and you’re tired of it. You decide to stay somewhere else for a while but he doesn’t like that idea. At the end he apologizes and it gets a little fluffy.
“Don’t you dare leave, y/n!”
Kian and I were in yet another fight. I couldn’t take this anymore, so I decided to pack up some things and stay at a friend’s house. I only plan on being gone for a week, but depending on how this goes, it might be forever.
“Why shouldn’t I? All we’ve been doing is fight over stupid things. You never let it go because you always have to be right. Well, Kian, you’re not always going to be right! And if you don’t get that through your damn head, then I can’t be with you.” I shut my trunk full of my things.
“How can you fucking say that? I do so much shit for you! If it weren’t for me you wouldn’t even be in L.A., you’d be back in (ur hometown). No one would know your name. I helped you get where you are.” He is about three feet away from me, but I just want to be three thousand feet away from him.
“So, what I’m getting is I would be nothing without you? I would be a little nobody that no one cares about because I’m not capable of doing anything myself? I’m sorry, Kian, I’m not good enough for a famous youtuber like you. God, I can’t believe you! I wish I’d never met you!” I yell, getting in my car and driving as fast as I could. I didn’t mean what I said about wishing to never meet him, and I hope he didn’t mean what he said about me. A little bit of me does wish I hurt him, though. It would mean that he cares. Lately, it hasn’t seemed like it.
Once I get to my friends house I’ve finally stopped crying. My eyes were red and puffy and I had a huge headache. All I wanted to do was sleep. Maybe that would help me avoid this heartbreak.
Sammantha told me to go lay down, she would take care of my things. I do as she says and drift off into a deep sleep. I dream about Kian, and what we use to be.
I woke up from head loud banging. It was someone at Sam’s door. I hear it open and footstep thump in. I get out of bed and crack the door open. It was Kian.
“Is y/n here?” he slurs his words. When he tries to walk around and look for me, he stumbles a little and I know he’s been drinking.
“The question is, why are you here?” Sam asks.
Kian glares and her and I can tell he’s already pissed. I step out of the room before anything worse happens today. Kian’s head shoots to me, and his frown turns into a smile. He quickly walks over, hugging all over me. I don’t hug back, though. I’m still very upset with him.
I get out of his grip and grab my suitcase, “Alright, Kian, let’s go. You shouldn’t be here. Did you drive?”
And right on cue Bobby walks in, “Y/n, I am so sorry. He asked me to drive him here and he didn’t tell me why till I pulled in. I tried to catch up to him, but-”
“You’re fine Bobby, we all need to leave. I’m so sorry, Sammy, and thanks so much for being here for me.”
Sam walks over and gives me a hug, “I’m always here for you, okay? Don’t apologize to me.” I give her a smile and then take Kian’s hand to walk him out. Kian refused to leave unless he rode with me, so that’s what happened. I played his favorite songs and he sang and danced along. I may have laughed a couple times.
The drive was about 45 minutes long, and I’m shock Bobby drove him in the first place. By the time we got home, Kian was mostly sober. He was quiet until we got into our shared room. I sat on the bed and got on my laptop.
Kian sat next to me, “I’m so sorry. You know I love you, right?” I only nod in response. He continues, “Because I do. I love you a fucking lot. I need to work on myself, cause I clearly don’t deserve you. I’ve been taking you for granted lately, and I’m sorry. I really am. You can do anything you set your mind to and you’ll always be a somebody to me. You’re more than a somebody. I love you so damn much, Y/n, and it drives me insane.” He grabs my hand slowly, as if he were afraid to touch me. I slide my laptop away and grab his other hand.
“I love you so much, too. But, Kian, I just hate how stubborn you can get. You always have to win our fights. I own up when I’m wrong, I need the same thing to come from you. Like right now, you see what you said wrong and apologized. And I forgive you. I’m proud of you.” I rub his hand with my thumb and smile up at him. He gives me a half smile.
He looks down at our hands, “Do you really wish you haven’t met me? Or have you every really felt that way?”
“Of course not, babe. I only said that out of anger, I regretted it as soon as the words came out of my mouth. I don’t want to imagine my life without you. That’s my version of Hell.” I go in for a hug, and he hugs me back. I hear him sniffle a little bit. It hurts to see him hurt. And I know it hurts him to see me hurt. Such a vicious cycle.
He kisses the top of my head then rests his on mine. We just sit here cuddling for about 30 minutes, not talking. It felt really good, though. We were ready to fix us.