if the world was ending : d.d
brief summary: based on the beautifully poetic song ‘if the world was ending’
word count: 1.6k requested: yes by a sweet ass anon who must know me as this is in my top 10 currently warnings: bit angsty, but fluffy ending
* masterlistin’ / masterlistin’ 2.0
(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website know it isn’t me. all rights reserved. - i have to start doing this as I had some shit on my other blog with plagiarism)
Sniffing, you walk up the stairs as you hug yourself in an attempt to stop shivering so severely.
Your day couldn’t possibly get worse, nothing else could go wrong for you. The past few months have been hell, and you weren’t sure how much more you could handle. All you wanted was to curl up and forget everything for a few hours. You must at least be allowed that, right?
Sadly, the universe has different intentions.
As you approach your front door, you notice something stuck to it with big red letters.
“No.” You mutter under your breath, feeling your lower lip quivering as you tear the notice and shove it into your pocket before unlocking the front door.
The sound of your shoes squelching follows you through the cramped apartment as puddles lace your floor. You quickly undress, discarding your clothes behind you as you wander into the bathroom, wanting nothing more than a hot shower to disguise your tears.
Turning the shower on, you glance at your reflection. You’ve not been the same since the breakup, but with the events that have trickled since, that feels irrelevant to your current state.
As you emerge with damp hair, you collapse down on your sofa with a heavy sigh. “Don’t cry.” You mutter to yourself as you wipe your eyes repeatedly, trying to stop yourself from what seems to be the inevitable of late. “Fuck.” You cry, hiding your face into your palms until you take a deep breath, forcing yourself out of it before you fall too deep once again.
You look over to the pile of notices and letters you’ve been avoiding. It hurt to see so many people tearing you down, quite literally at this point. But on top, your phone starts to glow.
With a heavy heart, you walk over and take your phone. A small smile laces your lips as you see who it is calling.
“Hey, C.” You try to remain upbeat by plastering a smile on your face, hoping your tone portrays the same emotion.
On the other end of the line, Corinna sits on a beanbag whilst David edits with Natalie. He’s curled up, still in the hoodie you gifted him months ago despite everything that happened.
“Hey, is everything okay?” She asks quietly, not wanting to draw attention as David keeps his eyes fixated on his laptop, but his ears on Corinna.
You shake your head in response, covering your mouth to stifle a sob. “No,” Your voice cracks and Corinna sighs sadly.
“Oh, baby.” She whispers. “What happened? Is he doing any better?”
“He, he’s in ICU.” You manage to force the words to leave your lips. “And they’re not sure if he’ll be okay.” You can’t bring yourself to think of the worse or mention anything else.
“Do you want me to come over, I’ll come over right now I’m not up to much.” She explains and David huffs loudly.
“Gee, thanks, Corinna!” David yells and you freeze on the phone, the mere sound of his voice that you’ve not heard in months.
“I’ll be okay. I’ll talk to you soon.” You mutter to her before hanging up, feeling your heart beating in your throat before you lie down, curling up with a cushion to your chest as you silently sob, wishing your nightmare would soon end.
Corinna groans as she locks her phone before glaring at David. “What the fuck, Dave?” Corinna calls out, catching both David and Natalie off guard.
“Woah, he was joking, Corinna.” Natalie speaks up whilst David remains slightly dumbfounded at Corinna’s change in attitude. “You alright?”
Running her fingers through her hair, Corinna shuts her eyes as she contemplates her options.
“I’m fine.” She answers, still not wanting to meet David’s eyes who hover over her. “Just, you’re so inconsiderate like that was a serious fucking phone call.” Corinna can’t stop herself, she knows she should stop, but all she can think about is you at your shitty apartment alone.
“Okay, I’m sorry.” David smiles softly, tugging the sleeves on his hoodie. “Who was it anyway?”
“Y/n.” Corinna bluntly states, looking right at David who tenses up at the mention of your name.
“Is she alright?” He questions instantly, something he’ll always wonder no matter how far apart you might be.
“No, no she’s not.” Corinna sighs as she rises to her feet, keeping her phone close. “Look, she’s never been worse and I’m only telling you because I think she needs you, David.”
Natalie glances over to her best friend, seeing the sadness radiating in his eyes as he listens to Corinna.
David tries to fight back tears as he listens to what Corinna is saying.
“And after the crash, her Dad went downhill super fast.” Corinna can remember the panicked phone call she received in the early hours of the morning followed by a rushed explanation and request to keep it a secret. “He, he’s in the ICU.”
“No,” David can feel his heartbreaking. It feels like moments ago he was at yours for Christmas with your family, how well he bonded with your Dad over the smallest of things, but it was enough to make you happy. “is he going to get better?”
Corinna shrugs her shoulders, looking down at the floor. “She doesn’t know.” She admits and listens as David shuffles from his bed. “What’re you doing?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” David questions, reaching for his phone and keys. “Nat, finish the outro and get Jason to check it over. I’ll be back later.”
Without saying anything else, David walks out from his bedroom and straight to the front door.
“Well, I guess we wait.” Natalie sighs as she lifts David’s laptop onto her lap, reviewing the footage whilst Corinna smiles to herself, glad they’re finally doing something about their dormant feelings.
*
The sound of knocking wakes you up from an unsettled sleep.
At first, you’re sure it’s something you’ve imagined. No one would be trying to get a hold of you now, at eleven in the evening.
You look around for some form of weapon, quietly running into your bedroom as you reach for the one item that could cause damage before making your way to the front door.
With a deep breath, you unlock the door and lift up your weapon. “David?” You lower your weapon with wide eyes as he stands there, holding his hands up in defence before catching a glimpse at your weapon of choice.
“Is that your blowdryer?” He tries not to laugh as you throw it aside, hoping it lands on your sofa.
“What’re you doing here?” You question coldly, crossing your arms as you avoid his eyes, knowing he’s looking to see how you are.
“I erm,” David stutters, having not really thought anything through as he drove over on impulse. “Corinna mentioned a few things,” He trails off as you scoff.
“It’s fine, David. You’re not my boyfriend anymore so you don’t have to check up on me.” You speak defensively, even if it’s only causing you more pain.
Reaching out, David walks inside of the apartment he only visited once. Despite you having lived here months, it looks identical to when he came before.
His eyes wander over to the pile of letters and big letters with threatening information inside. “I know I’m not, Y/n.” He states. “But I still care about you, I, I had no idea how much shit has been happening.” He moves closer, watching as you back away. “I’m sorry about your Dad, Y/n.” He says quietly, watching as your shoulders begin to shake and tears fall down your cheeks.
You’re past wiping them away, even in front of David. “He’ll be okay,” You tell yourself more than him. “he’s a strong guy.” You mutter, nodding as you lift your head up to see David’s eyes full of sorrow.
“He will be.” David reassures you and you break down.
Out of habit, David walks over and wraps his arms around you, holding you close.
He hesitates as you freeze before wrapping your arms around him in response, letting him hold you close as you continue to cry. “I, I lost my job.” You manage to say without your voice cracking mid-sentence. “Dad’s bills are piling up so I paid my salary on that and now I’m going to be homeless.” It all feels numb at this point, but David can feel his heartbreaking.
“You’re not going to be homeless, I’ll never let that happen.” He explains as he pulls away, his hands resting on your face as he wipes away your tears with his thumbs.
“I just feel like my whole world is falling apart and I don’t have anyone to rely on anymore.” You whisper, hating to admit the truth of it all. “I’ve been trying to deal with this, I didn’t want to be a sob story for anyone but I can’t,” Your voice gives in as your breathing becomes uneven and you hide your face into David’s chest.
“You’re not alone, Y/n.” David comforts you, refusing to let you go at this point. “I’ll always be around, if you ever need me I’ll come over, even if the world is ending.” He tries to joke, hearing you squeak a chuckle in response.
“Thank you, Dave.” You mumble as you glance up, forcing a small smile before returning to resting your head on his chest, missing the smile ghosting his lips.
