Call Me When You Break Up
Bobby Skeetz x fem!reader
Summary: after being broken up with, she seeks comfort in her old best friend.
Warnings: mentions of toxic relationship (not Bobby), crying, friends to lovers, hurt, fluff
Wordcount: 1.3k
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The lights flickered in her blurry vision as rain fell from the sky. Pouring down on the streets and her window sill. Splashing against her window.
Huddled up under her covers, the weather felt nicer than the heavy feeling in her heart. Tears she'd cried weighting down her chest as they sat on it, making it hard for her to breath steadily. Everything was a choked up sob or shaky attempts at inhaling and exhaling.
Her fingers trembled against the screen of her phone as she looked for the number that was pinned. Scrolling through her contacts would give her time to gather her thoughts, strengthen her words. Though as the ring rang through her now empty apartment, nothing has felt as embarrassing as having to tell him that he was right once again.
Growing up with Bobby as a neighbour had been fun at first, it was just them two, running through both their gardens and through holes they made in their fences to make the others house more available. But when he went to another school and met Eli, Ryan and Josh, he had less time. Greeting him as they both stepped out the house in the morning and walked to the bus stop together turned into watching him walk past her house with his head low and his guitar case in his hand late at night.
They still met up, they still talked, but it was all a lot less.
They both found new friends, went around in different circles. They grew up and grew apart.
Having heard about a gig of theirs a few weeks ago, she asked him about it. He never mentioned anything at the dinners they had together about the band actually being something serious. It was only ever, "We have Pizza and talk mostly. Just a get together, really."
"I saw the flyer outside the pub," she explained as she stopped him on his way to rehearsal. "Didn't know you played outside the garage."
"Yeah, it's our first gig actually. We don't expect much," he said, running a hand through his hand nervously. Acting nonchalant, but she could see the nerves about it even now. "You can come if you want."
"I'd love to." And when she smiled at the invitation, he smiled at her agreement.
Saturday came and with it also the confrontation she feared. Her and Sam had been dating for a few months already, being set up by some friends, he never seemed as interested in her as all her other friend's boyfriends. Except when it came to her going out on her own.
"What are you trying to say?" He asked, crossing his arms as she stood in front of him, fidgeting with her fingers.
She had tried to get him to leave so she could get ready. Trying to find a reasonable explanation without having to tell him the truth. But he didn't budge. Staying sat on the edge of her bed, narrowing his eyes at her as he knew that she was lying.
"He's just an old friend, I wanted to support him. It's their first gig and he invited me to come see it, which I'm doing," she rambled. Words and sentences growing as her body shrunk under his gaze.
"I thought we were gonna hang out." His shoulders sank, his demeanour changed. Confusion was replaced by sadness on the search for pity.
"We can do that tomorrow too," she tried to reason. Walking closer to him and taking his head in her hands.
"So you rather would spent time with him than with me? Is that what your saying?" His voice grew more defensive, angrier. His hands pushing her body away as he stood up.
"It's not! I'm just trying to make this alright for everyone-" her words were cut off by him opening the door to her bedroom. Already taking one step out the room.
"Don't bother," he interrupted her, "I'll just leave you be."
And when he left, the rain came to comfort her. Bringing familiarity and new thoughts.
Bobby wasn't aware that she couldn't make it; mascara running down her red, puffy eyes. She would only worsen the mood. He wouldn't care anyways.
The next hour went by and when night time came, so did the guilt that she left him hanging without an explanation.
It was a surprise to her when he picked up.
"Hey," he said, chatter in the background fading and being replaced by rain. The same one she was listening to as well. "Where are you?"
"Couldn't make it," she answered, taking another deep breath to keep her voice steady. "I'm sorry."
"It's alright, wasn't that good anyways. We got about two drunks and Josh's parents with us here. You didn't miss much."
"I did though. I was really excited to hear you." And when her voice cracked, his voice grew more concerned.
"What's up? What happened?" It was soft how he said it, almost identical to how she would comfort him after a bad football game when they were 5.
"Nothing of much importance," she tried changing the topic, but when he didn't say anything again, she caught the hint. Urging her to keep on talking. "My boyfriend, Sam, don't know if you know him." He hummed. "He- We broke up. Just didn't work out and I'm more affected by it than I thought, I guess. I don't know. Didn't want to show up and properly meet your friends with bloodshot eyes and look like the biggest junkie in the world."
"Do you want me to come over?" He asked almost immediately after he was sure she was done explaining.
"No, it's alright. You enjoy your night, I'll get up in the morning." Waving him off with him being able to see, she wasn't sure what answer she wanted to receive now. She had never found herself in such a situation before.
"I see those lads every day, I barely ever see you anymore," he answered, receiving complains from the people clearly listening into his conversation.
It was a good answer, she decided.
"I wouldn't mind having you here right now," she answered, which was enough for him to hang up and say good-bye to his friends.
Receiving mocking kiss noises and 'don't be stupid' as a good-bye in return.
Her room was dark as he entered, her body sprawled out under the covers and she was breathing quietly. Looking out the window, not acknowledging him. But he knew she was awake when she patted the side of the bed she left empty for him. Taking off his shoes and climbing into her bed, Bobby leaned against the headrest. His eyes trailing down to her. Letting her take as much time as she wanted until she wanted to talk to him.
Silence settled around them comfortably until she asked, "Who let you in?"
"Your mum," he explained. "She looked quite surprised though to see me."
"I bet she was, you weren't over on your own for a long time." Turning her body, she rested her head on his chest. Breathing in the familiar scent. "I missed this."
"I did too," Bobby confessed, running his fingers through her hair.
Looking up at him, she could see the lingering want in his eyes. Gaze slipping from their eyes to their lips at the same time. Sitting up, she leaned closer. His hands slipped from her hair to her face, holding her cheek as they both leaned in. Their lips pressing together. It was new at first, unexpected, but they melted into it the longer they stayed close to each other. Holding the other.
"I never wanted someone else to do this before me," Bobby breathed out against her lips, pulling away slightly to catch his breath.
"You'll always be my first love though," she said, not looking away from him as the words slipped from her tongue.
"Good."
Leaning in again, they both knew their parents had seen it coming from a mile away, they should've too.