desperate measures . part three
Author’s Note: I’m so SORRY this took so long to get out. Working fulltime has been a nightmare this past month, along with a lot of money issues, so, unfortunately I had to focus on work and bills for a little while. This is a little shorter than the other parts, but I like where it ended, and part four will hopefully bring about the ending with the wedding :P I hope you guys really enjoy it!
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Part Three
Groaning, you rolled over onto your side as you pulled the blanket over your head while the sun spilled into the room through the small slits in the blinds. For some reason, you couldn’t remember much from last night apart from drinking way too much and now you were greeted with a splitting headache. Stretching your arms over your head, a low groan rumbled from your chest before you turned to see Oikawa sleeping next to you.
Nearly choking, you hadn’t realized just how close you were to his face until this very moment. His breathing was soft, tickling the skin on your face. He seemed almost exhausted even while asleep. Frowning, your hand came up to brush the stray strands of hair from his face. Sitting up in the bed, you rubbed your temples with your hands trying to ease the hangover headache throbbing throughout your skull. How much did you drink last night?
Suddenly, a wave of severe nausea hit your stomach as you jumped out of bed, making a beeline for the toilet before violently vomiting. Okay, this was a sign you had drank way too much last night. Tears burned at your eyes as you managed to stop vomiting for a moment and rested your head against the cool seat of the toilet. Panting, you struggled to reach for toilet paper to help wipe away the tears forming at the corners of your eyes.
This was miserable.
“Y/N?”
Your eyes snapped up to see Oikawa leaning against the frame of the door, watching you with a worried expression on his face. You frowned up at him before vomiting again into the toilet. You heard his footsteps approaching you before his hands gathered your hair in his grasp to hold it back. “I-I’m sorry,” you stuttered.
“Hey,” Oikawa said calmly. “It’s okay… just breathe. You were pretty drunk last night… so let’s get all that out of your system.”
You paled at his words. “I was?”
“Yes,” he cooed. “It’s alright though. I came and got you.”
“I-what?!”
“Shhh,” Oikawa soothed before you began vomiting into the toilet again. “We can talk once you’re feeling better. For now… let’s get this out of your system and then back to bed.”
You sobbed but allowed yourself to nod. You wondered exactly what had happened last night and it suddenly made sense why Oikawa seemed so exhausted himself. He had come to your aid and picked you up from the bar… and brought you back. A sigh fell from your lips as your hand came up to flush the toilet. Had he been up all night watching over you?
“Think you’re good?”
You nodded before he scooped you up in his arms and carried you back to the bed. He set you back down before pulling the blankets over you and making sure you laid back down. “Rest,” he ordered before walking to the table and picking up his phone. “I’m going to order food for you… you need to eat to get rid of the rest of that alcohol.”
“You sound like you’ve done this before,” you mumbled.
Oikawa flashed a toothy grin. “Once or twice.”
You felt your face burn and not from nausea bubbling in your stomach. That smile… Why did it still manage to catch you so off guard?
“...what did I do?”
Oikawa merely chuckled as he glanced at you with his phone tucked between his ear and shoulder. “Don’t worry about it,” he replied before his attention was pulled to the hotel staff over the phone.
You groaned again feeling nauseous. You could only pray this feeling would go away. Oikawa was in the distance listing all of your favorite carb-filled foods, hopeful this would soak up any lingering alcohol and nausea left in your stomach. Sitting back on your knees, you looked around the bathroom and found your clothes from the night before sitting in the sink. You forced yourself to stand up and investigate and to your horror found vomit had stained the lovely party dress you were wearing.
Who helped you change?
You moved away from your ruined dress and found Oikawa’s shoes in much worse condition. “I THREW UP ON YOU!?” you shouted at him as the sheer embarrassment hit you like a rock.
Oikawa hung up the phone before a sigh fell from his lips. “Relax. It’s just shoes and a dress. Your dress will be fine. I rinsed it out and I’ll pay for dry cleaning. I can afford new shoes too. It’s not a big deal. Just relax a minute.”
“What do you mean relax?!”
Oikawa chuckled a bit. “It’s okay. Seriously.”
“...Toru did you help me change?”
He just smiled before patting your head. “It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before…”
You felt the color drain from your face much to your horror that Oikawa indeed helped you undress and change into your pajamas. The small smile on his face indicated that he was unfazed but you… oh god.
“I can’t believe I was that bad,” you whined.
“I won’t lie,” Oikawa said, smirking. “It was pretty entertaining for me. Minus the vomiting.”
“Ass!” you hissed, throwing a pillow at him before feeling lightheaded again. You laid back onto the bed before a groan fell from your lips. The nausea was bubbling in your gut again and you were certain you were about to get sick. You closed your eyes as tears gathered at the corners at the sheer misery you were feeling until you felt a cooling sensation on your forehead. Your eyes slowly opened, spying Oikawa placing a wet washcloth on your forehead before smiling down at you.
“Rest, okay?”
You managed a weak nod before lulling back to sleep.
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“Where did you go?!” Sumiye hissed as she sat on the bed, staring at you. “Do you have any idea how worried I was when I walked out of the bar and you were nowhere to be seen! I called Hajime crying and that’s when he told me you were with Oikawa!”
Sighing, your nails drug along your scalp before glancing up at your best friend. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of worry and anger about the night before. “Trust me,” you admitted. “Nothing happened. I don’t know why I called him out of all people but…”
“But what?”
You reached out to cover her hands with yours. “I’ve had a lot on my mind and I think the alcohol affected me and I needed to leave otherwise… I would’ve puked on you instead of Oikawa.”
Her eyes widened. “Y-you what?”
Groaning, you felt your cheeks heating up. “I threw up on Oikawa last night…”
Sumiye sat back in her chair before bursting out laughing. “Hajime!” she called out, her voice still bubbling with giggles. “Did you hear!”
“What?” Her fiance mumbled as he stepped into the bedroom seemingly still half asleep.
Sumiye’s eyes nearly glittered with tears from laughter now. “She threw up on Shittykawa!” she exclaimed before losing herself in another fit of giggles.
Iwaizumi was quiet before the corner of his lip curled into a smirk. “Serves him right for calling me so late last night…” he mused. “Shittykawa.”
Confused, you tilted your head. “Why did he call you?”
“...oh. Just wedding stuff. It’s nothing.”
But, Sumiye didn’t seem to buy it. Her eyes narrowed at him as she stood up, walking toward him. She placed her finger on his chest. “You talked with him for hours last night. That wasn’t wedding stuff. What did he want?”
Iwaizumi’s eyes widened in a panic, realizing he probably shouldn’t have mentioned any of this. “Sumi… seriously. He just needed to talk about stuff bothering him. It’s fine,” he said quickly. “What did I tell you about prying too much?”
Sumiye pouted before stomping her food. “Haj-”
“I said no, Sumi. End of discussion. I’m not telling you what was said last night,” he said, turning and leaving the bedroom.
Pouting at him, Sumiye jumped up and followed him out of the bedroom. You shook your head as you could hear their muffled voices in a heated debate in the other room. A sigh fell from your lips as you pulled out your phone and glanced over your messages and social media. Your finger tapped against the Twitter icon before you scrolled your feed for a while before noticing a red notification pop up on your screen. Confused, you tapped on the notification to see you had a new follower.
It was Oikawa.
“Toru?” you mused, tapping on the profile picture, revealing it really was him. You scrolled through his tweets, finding yourself smiling at some of the silly memes and jokes he shared and even some of the volleyball knowledge he would tweet about. You decided it should be safe to follow him back and maybe it would be nice to keep in touch with him after the wedding was over.
Your lips curled downward in a frown. You weren’t sure why the idea of him going back to South America was starting to bother you, especially as the wedding quickly approached. You had done fine without him all this time, why was this any different? It just didn’t make sense.
You were suddenly caught off guard by your ringtone blaring from your phone before noticing it was Oikawa’s picture displayed on the screen. Why was he calling you now? Groaning, you slide your finger over the screen to answer it. “Hello?”
“Hey,” Oikawa said. “Sorry… I just got a text from Iwa-chan that he and Sumi were arguing. Wanted to make sure everything was okay but neither of them was answering.”
Relieved, you smiled. “I think it’s just a silly argument,” you explained. “Iwa wouldn’t tell her about the call you and him had last night.”
Silence.
“Toru?”
He coughed. “Y-yeah… Uhm. He didn’t mention anything to you did he?”
“No?” you replied, confusion evident in your voice now. “Why?”
“Oh! N-nothing really! It was just guy talk and I really didn’t want him to tell everything about it!”
You nodded, despite him not even being able to see you. “No, I understand,” you said, letting out a sigh. “And again, I’m sorry about last night. I can’t believe I threw up on you.”
Oikawa chuckled on the other line. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not like I’m broke. I can afford to buy new shoes,” he teased. “I already told you not to worry.”
“I see you followed me on Twitter.”
“I-I just saw yours because of Iwa-chan!”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s okay. I followed you back. It’ll be nice to be able to stay in touch after you head back to South America.”
Oikawa was silent for a moment before hearing him sigh. “Y/N? Can we talk once you come back to the room?” he asked and you swore you could hear even the faintest bit of nervousness straining his voice.
“Yeah,” you replied. “Why what’s up?”
“Nothing. I just…” he paused again. “There are things I need to air out I think.”
You were confused. “Okay? I should be back in about an hour. Is that okay?”
“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll see you then okay?”
“Okay. Talk to you later,” you said before ending the call.
“Who was that?”
You looked up to see Sumiye standing in the doorway. “You and Iwaizumi are done fighting?”
Rolling her eyes, she walked back to the bed before sitting down next to you. “Shut up.”
“It was just Toru,” you admitted. “He wanted to make sure everything was okay.”
Sumiye quirked an eyebrow. “He did?”
“Yes,” you replied, confused. “Why is that so weird?”
Shaking her head, Sumiye stood up before helping you up as well. “No… I suppose not,” she admitted, letting out a sigh. “Need to head back to the hotel then?”
“Yes. I promise I’ll be at the rehearsal dinner, and I’ll be fine.”
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But he never did.
When you had arrived back at the hotel room, Oikawa acted as though the phone call you two had shared never happened and suddenly his demeanor had changed. It was distant… cold almost, and it confused you seeing as only that morning he was holding your hair back while you were vomiting into the toilet after drinking too much the night before. In fact, he seemed to become more and more distant as the wedding drew closer.
You stood in the bathroom, smoothing out the blue dress in the mirror before making a few last-minute touch-ups to your make up. The rehearsal dinner was tonight and to be frank, you were dreading it. With Oikawa’s sudden change in mood, the idea of walking down the aisle with him, even just as best man and maid of honor seemed so tiresome. You walked out of the bathroom before grabbing the pair of heels you had pinked out for the night, slipping them onto your feet.
“That color is pretty on you,” Oikawa said.
Now he decides to talk?
You looked up at him. “Thanks.”
“Y/N, I-”
You chose to ignore him before grabbing your room key and exiting the room. You didn’t have time to listen to whatever excuse he had brewing in his head. The small, black clutch bag in your hand you held close to your chest as you made your way down to the lobby where you met with the other Seijoh boys were all waiting and talking together.
“I wonder why they haven’t asked for separate rooms yet…” mused Mattsun.
Your eyes widened as you realized they were talking about you and Oikawa. Quickly, you ducked around the corner so you could listen without being caught.
“Unfinished business,” Makki snorted. “Clearly. You see how they always looked at each other. And be done once they go their separate ways. Oikawa always leaves for the next conquest.”
The corners of your lips dipped into a frown, only confirming your fears. This was just a game…
You moved away from the lobby, slipping outside as you hailed a taxi for yourself. You slipped into the backseat before giving the driver directions to the hall for the rehearsal dinner. You just had to tough out a few more days… it would all be over soon and you would never have to see him again.
Reaching into your clutch, you pulled out your phone, noticing a few texts from Oikawa asking where you had run off to. You glared at the screen before ignoring the text messages before shoving your phone back into the small bag.
The taxi arrived at the rehearsal dinner as you handed the driver cash to pay for the ride. You edited the vehicle before making your way inside the banquet hall. Immediately, you were greeted by the bridal party with hugs and squeals before you catch a glimpse of Sumiye and Iwaizumi speaking to one another near the back of the entry.
You made your way toward Sumiye who smiled at first before noticing your serious expression. Her smile faltered as she rushed toward you. “What happened?” she asked, sharply.
Shaking your head, you forced a smile on your lips. “I’m okay… this is about your day. Please don’t worry about me…”
Sumiye glanced over her shoulder at her fiancé before frowning. A worried expression flashed in his eyes before he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. It was obvious who he was texting as he walked away from the both of you.
“Did Oikawa do something wrong?”
You shook your head again. “Sumi… this is your wedding rehearsal. Please, focus on you now.”
“But-!”
“No buts,” you said, forcing a wider smile. “You and Iwaizumi deserve to enjoy your rehearsal and your wedding tomorrow!”
Sumiye frowned but hugged you before leaving to join Iwaizumi in the other room. You made your way into the main hall where the ceremony would take place tomorrow. Your lips curled up into a soft smile as you took in the beautiful decorations that the bridal party had slaved over for weeks. It seemed so worth it now. And tomorrow, Sumiye’s day will come to pass.
You took a seat in the back row as you could hear more people arriving for the rehearsal in the other room. Closing your eyes, you tried to settle the growing anxiety in the pit of your stomach, knowing that soon Oikawa would arrive and you would have to walk together…
“Y/N?”
It felt as though your stomach fell through the floor when you glanced up and saw Oikawa standing next to your seat. Your mouth was dry as you tried to find your words. “What?” you managed to utter out of your mouth.
His brow furrowed at your sudden change in demeanor. “What’s wrong? You left the hotel without any of us…”
“I just wanted to come alone.”
“But,” he asked, tilting his head now. “Why?”
“Let’s just get through this wedding without any trouble Oikawa…”
You glanced at him and could have sworn you saw a tinge of sadness flash in his dark eyes when you used his surname before he just smirked at you.
“Yeah. Let’s do that.”
“You guys ready?” Iwaizumi asked.
You flashed him a smile. “Of course.”
The two of you walked into the other room as the wedding coordinator had you both line up at the end of the groomsmen and bridesmaids. The eerie silence that had fallen over the both of you was beginning to even unnerve Iwaizumi.
“Shittykawa-”
“And don’t forget to smile!” the coordinator interrupted as you were forced to lock arms with Oikawa. You kept your eyes fixated on the altar at the end of the aisle, forcing yourself to smile as you both walked.
“You’re seriously not going to talk to me now?”
Your head whipped around to face him, shooting a glare in his direction. “Are you kidding me?!”
And before you knew it, you both had come to a complete halt in the middle of the aisle.
Oikawa scoffed before pulling his arm away from you. “I didn’t do anything to you, I don’t understand why you’re suddenly pissed at me!” he shouted.
“Oh? You don’t? Says the one who’s literally ignored my existence for the last week!”
Sumiye decided to approach first. “H-hey guys. Maybe we should take this outside?” she suggested as Iwaizumi came up behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders.
“You always ignore me!” you shouted at him, as the thoughts of how the end of your previous relationship with him had ended. The idea of being forgotten again… “I’m not doing this again!”
“Do what again?!”
“You know exactly-”
“Hey.”
You both turned to see Iwaizumi had decided to step in at this point. “Not here…” he said, sharply before glancing down at Sumiye who was sniffling a bit as she wiped her eyes with the heel of her hand. “Go outside if you two are going to argue like this… C’mon Sumi…”
Frowning, you reached out to comfort your best friend but Iwaizumi pulled her away to settle her down alone. “Sumi-”
Iwaizumi turned to glance at you over his shoulder. “You’ve done enough for today. Just leave her alone,” he hissed as he led his fiancee away.
You glanced around the room, seeing everyone staring at the both of you… mouths wide open. Nausea struck your stomach as you raced out of the banquet hall until you managed to make your way outside. You snuck to the back of the building where you leaned against it, panting, trying to catch your breath. What have you done?
The pained expression on Sumiye’s face was something you had not planned on when you and Oikawa had decided to lash out at each other… You couldn’t believe despite your best efforts to avoid it… you had managed to ruin her good mood right before her big day. How could you be so selfish, despite what an asshole Oikawa had been the last few days, weeks, whatever?
“...Y/N?”
You grimaced, recognizing the voice belonging to Oikawa. “What do you want? Haven’t you ruined enough today?”
He sighed, occupying the spot next to you as he leaned his back against the wall as well. “We both royally fucked up in there, y’know.”
Tears pricked at your dry eyes. “She’s going to hate me…”
Oikawa snorted. “Not likely. Sumi adores you. You’re her best friend after all.”
Batting your eyes as you try to will away the tears trying to fall, you let out a frustrated sigh before turning to look at your ex-boyfriend. “Listen,” you began. “What is going on?”
“What do you mean?”
“Between us Oikawa!” you snapped at him.
His dark eyes widened before he glanced away from you. “Listen-”
“You said you had to talk to me about something and then suddenly avoid speaking to me for nearly a week!” you shouted at him.
Oikawa opened his mouth to speak again before shutting it. He looked down at the ground, shuffling his feet. “Y/N…”
“Why can’t you just tell me!”
His eyes narrowed at you and before you knew he was suddenly in front of you with his arms pinning you against the wall. “Since you won’t shut up long enough to let me explain myself,” he snapped back.
Your eyes widened as you felt the heat rising in your cheeks. “O-Oikawa-? What are you doing?”
“No,” he interrupted. “You’re going to listen this time. Now shut up.”
Your mouth felt dry as you forced yourself to swallow the growing lump in your throat preventing you from speaking any further. You couldn’t understand why you were becoming so flustered with his sudden display of dominance.
“Are you doing to listen?” he asked, breaking the silence.
You gave him a meek nod.
He sighed as he pulled his arms away. A small sigh of relief fell from your lips before you looked back up at him. His gaze faltered for a moment before returning to stare back at you. “Y/N… Do you really think I forgot about you? About us?” His voice was soft. “You clearly don’t know me at all.” He paused for a moment as he raked his fingers through his hair. “I only stopped trying to contact you back then because I thought it would make it easier for you to move on… Me moving to another continent… It wasn’t fair to you and I knew what I had put you through. Trust me, it eats me up every single day.”
Your mouth fell open as his first name fell from your lips.
He smiled at the name. “...I thought I had moved on myself… but apparently drowning my sorrows in a different girl every week didn’t help because the night I had to go pick you up from the bar…” He paused as though he lost his train of thought as he stared down at you.
“Toru?”
He looked down at the ground as a nervous laugh fell from his lips. “...I’m not over you,” he mumbled. “I never did get over you. God. You have no idea how many nights I laid awake wanting to call you and just convince you I was an idiot for breaking up with you. Staying with you, in that hotel room, this past month… It’s only made it worse. So much worse.”
Your eyes widened as you stared at Oikawa. “A-are you saying what I think you are?”
Oikawa finally looked up at you with a nervous smile. “...I still love you, Y/N…”
Unsure how to process this information, you stepped away from him in a panic. Your heart began to ache as you tried to look for a way out of this situation. The anxiety alone of him wanting to see if you reciprocate his feelings or not was already suffocating you. Not that you didn’t feel the same way, oh god you knew you did… but.
“Y/N?” Oikawa whispered. “Are you going to say anything?”
Panicked, you ran away. Again.
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