After All This Time
Summary: You cross paths with your high school sweetheart, stirring up old feelings for the both of you. Pairing: John Krasinski x Reader, John Krasinski x OFC Amy Word Count: 1255 Warnings: Hmm, none? Request: So, bear with me, I’ve never done this before! I was thinking of a fan fiction of John Krasinski x reader about John and you being high school sweethearts but meeting back up in Boston on a whim and reigniting the flame between the two of you but he is in a committed relationship? - @katec22878 Forgive me for taking so long to get to this request! I hope you enjoy what I’ve written! A/N: Do we need a part two for this, or leave it as is? I can’t decide.
The grass poked through the thin blanket you were laying on, but you didn’t much care. You were watching the night sky with John by your side; that was all you cared about.
“I can’t believe we graduated today,” you breathed, looking up at the stars. There seemed to be one for each of the possibilities that lay ahead of you in the adult world.
John was on his side, head propped up on one hand, watching you as intently as you were watching the blanket of stars above. He leaned over to kiss your forehead.
“I can’t believe we only have one summer left before you leave for college.”
Your attention snapped to John. His green eyes were clouded with worry. You sat up and pulled his face towards yours so you could kiss him properly.
“You’re going to college, too. But we’re going to be fine, John. No one thought we would make it the four years that we have. Do you realize it was the summer before high school started that we started dating?”
John chuckled. “I do realize — I was there.”
“I know that,” you smiled. “Nothing is gonna happen to us. We’re always gonna be together. You love me, right?”
John drew in a deep breath. He looked over your entire face, then pulled you on top of him. You were straddled over his hips, and he gently fell back to the blanket.
“You have no idea how much I love you,” John whispered, pushing your hair out of your face.
You smiled as you leaned down, your face inches away from his. “And I love you, so much. We’re young, and we have so far to go. We’re gonna get there, though, and we’re gonna get there together.”
John smiled as he pulled you towards him, wrapping his arms around you. The kisses deepened; you pulled to the side and John followed, careful as he rolled on top of you.
Outside of the gas station, you crumpled up your receipt and tossed it into a trash can, then pulled your sunglasses from the top of your head down in front of your eyes. You breathed in deep before getting back in your car; your job in South Carolina wasn’t so far from home but you certainly stayed busy enough to not come home as often as you’d like. That smell that was just so familiar, so Boston, was something you always looked forward to.
This weekend was your fifteen year high school reunion. The numbers were looking to be small, but that was okay. Work had kept you from your ten year reunion, so you were happy to catch up with anyone who did show up.
“Y/N? Is that you?”
You turned away from the open driver’s side door, searching the other patrons for the somewhat familiar voice. When you spotted him, your eyes went wide and your smile stretched ear to ear.
“John? Oh my gosh!”
The both of you jogged toward each other, meeting in a fierce embrace. You hadn’t seen John in at least five years, and the few interactions between breaking up and seeing each other now had been mostly in passing. He picked you up off the ground, causing you to giggle.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” he said after setting you back down. “When did you get in? Are you — are you living back in Boston?”
You shook your head. “No, still in Carolina. I’m here for the reunion. Missed the ten year, because of work, so I thought I’d try to make this one. Are you going?”
“I RSVP’d but I hadn’t thought it through enough to decide if I was going to attend.” John paused for a moment, putting his hands on his hips and really taking in your appearance. “You look amazing, Y/N. Time has done you well.”
“Time and a little of that Carolina coast air,” you shrugged, feeling your cheeks heat. “You look good, too. It’s been too long since we’ve really caught up. Do you maybe want to —”
“John?”
A tall, pretty blonde walked towards the two of you. John’s eyes met yours, a sliver of panic in them, before he held his arm out to the approaching woman. His hold settled around her waist, and she leaned into him.
“Y/N, this is my girlfriend, Amy. This is my — well, this is Y/N. I’m pretty sure I told you, we dated in high school.”
Realization washed over the other woman’s features. “Ah, yes, I do remember you telling me about that. It’s nice to meet you, Y/N, I’ve heard wonderful things.”
You shook her hand, briefly. “If I was around more, I’m sure I would hear wonderful things about you, too. I’m just in town for the reunion this weekend. Actually, my parents are expecting me — I’m staying with them — so I should get going. I hope to see you guys at the reunion, but if I don’t … John, it was nice running into you, and Amy, so nice to meet you.”
The wave you offered as you walked back to your car was nothing if not awkward. You chided yourself for not being more calm and collected in front of John’s girlfriend but, somehow, even fifteen years after the fact, your stomach flipped at the idea of John being with anyone but you.
“That’s over,” you reminded yourself. “Get over yourself and get on with your day.”
But you couldn’t help looking over your shoulder to catch another glimpse of him, and you couldn’t help the butterflies in your stomach when you saw that John was also looking over his shoulder at you.
That night, you lay in the bed you had slept in for most of your life, staring at the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling. The day after you and John had graduated, you had gone out and gotten two packs of them; one for at home, one for your dorm. No matter where you were, or where John was, you wanted to remember how it had felt, being with him and seeing those stars and being so in love and feeling so hopeful for the future.
At the moment, the desired effect was happening. You remembered everything you felt that night, and your wish to go back was only bolstered by your run in with John earlier that day. You scolded yourself for wishing for chances that had clearly passed you by, rolled to your side, and tried to fall asleep.
A knock on the door sounded before you were able to fall asleep. You sat up, waiting to see if you would hear it again. Not a pounding, but there was an urgency behind the noise. Knowing from many times you had snuck out of the house that your parents would sleep through a tornado, you got up and went to the entryway. You checked out the window first, frowning at the visitor on your front porch.
“John? You all right? You look like you ran all the way —”
His hands held your face and his lips pressed soft yet earnest against yours. If you weren’t so caught up in the familiar high of kissing John, you would have pinched yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. He was the first to pull away, but his hands remained on either side of your face. He licked his lips and stumbled a couple of times before managed actual words.
“I need to talk to you.”