One number away - Baseball!Wilbur x GN!Reader
summary: he simply couldn’t bring himself to call you up after your break up, until he gave in and made up for everything he said
warnings: alcohol mention, self loathing, heavy angst-, fluff/comfort at the end, kissing in the rain <3
tags: @ax-y10 , @joviepog , @pheliiaa , @idontreallyexistyet , @rqvii , @vibestillaxxx , @ivvees-blog , @average-vibe , @lillylvjy , @haunted-headset (ask to be added!)
word count: 850
Ever since the two of you broke up, Wilbur couldn’t bring himself to do much. He hated himself for ending your relationship, he didn’t even know why he said everything he had said. He knew it was stupid, he knew he didn’t mean it.
Were you doing the same things that he was? Were you trying to avoid calling him too? Are you sitting at home all alone trying to fall asleep? Are you staring a hole through your phone praying that it rings? Are you watching a movie that you've seen a thousand times? Or maybe playing some Combs, getting lost in your favorite lines.
If you were anything like him, you were doing everything you could to ignore the constant thoughts about wanting to call, wanting to text, wanting to hear each other's voices. That’s all he truly wanted anymore; just to hear your voice. Hear you say his name, say you love him and that you forgive him.
He was truly one number away from calling you, he’d always catch himself just before he’d dial up your phone. He’d stop himself and think to himself for a solid few minutes. Why was he like this? He practically lied when he said he was leaving and never coming back.
He swore you were everywhere he went. He didn’t know if it was the small shots of whiskey he stole from his dad, or if it was the midnight rain that fogged up his windows, or maybe he truly just missed you that much. In his head he’d dial you up, thinking of what he was going to say, pretending he knew how your conversation would play out.
No matter how many times he’d drive to an empty parking lot late at night, trying to drown out the noise in his head with music, he always thought back to you. What were you doing? Were you stuck at a red light, doing the same thing he was? Were you replacing the station, replacing your guy's favorite song? God, how dumb was he? How could he break up with you so easily?
This had been going on for a month now, and he simply didn’t know what to do anymore. He couldn’t ignore it anymore, he was dying inside! He stared at your contact, sighing as he finally pressed the call button and held the phone up to his ear. He leaned back in his seat, his free hand pinching the bridge of his nose. Would you even pick up? Were you gonna say anything?
“Hello?” Your voice rang through the phone, pulling him out of his thoughts as he stared out his front window in disbelief. “Hey! Jesus, I’m surprised you picked up.” He chuckled awkwardly, biting his bottom lip as he listened closely to the sounds of your shaky breathing.
“Why’d you call?” You spoke quietly, your words ringing through his head as he thought to himself. Without really thinking he started up his car again, slowly backing out of the parking lot and began the short drive towards your neighborhood.
“I said I was through, but listen, I’m dying inside. I lied when I said I’m leaving and never coming back. I was an idiot for breaking up with you. I literally cannot stop thinking about you, it took everything not to call you.” He was rambling, not even bothering to let you speak as he focused on the road in front of him, the rain being heard through his side of the phone.
“Wil, where are you heading?” You slowly stood up from your spot in bed, making your way downstairs and looked out your living room window, seeing his headlights pulling into your driveway. “Baby, please come outside.” His words were a quiet plead, staring at your house, meeting your gaze through the darkness and rain.
You were quick to hang up, watching as he began to exit his car, to which you exited your front door. He was already getting soaked from just stepping into your yard, and before he could even begin to walk up, you met him halfway.
The rain caused your hair to stick to your face, forcing you to brush it away before leaning up and connecting your lips to his. You had truly missed this feeling, the way his head dipped down and kissed you back, his hands holding your sides so delicately.
He could feel his heart racing, his face heating up, and the warmth of your lips against his helping him ignore the freezing cold rain and wind. He didn’t want this moment to end. After a few moments the two of you parted, with you speaking up first.
“You really should have called sooner.” You smiled slightly at him, your arms wrapping around his shoulders and pulled him into a very much needed hug. His own hand gently ran up and down your back, causing your soaked shirt to stick to your skin. “I was only one number away.” He whispered quietly in your ear, holding you close as he buried his head in your neck.