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Ever since you and Will had met, there was the constant push and pull. You would flirt, but pull away when things crossed into “situationship territory”.
You knew in your heart you were in love with him, obviously you were, but the game was part of the fun. The idea that he liked you back, you were sure he did anyways, because when he pushed away, he was never gone for too long.
Tonight you and will had planned a movie night, and you picked spring breakers obviously, it had been your favourite since you and your older brother stayed up late to watch it behind your parents back.
You had everything set up, pizza, candy, everything a person could’ve wanted for a movie night. You wanted it to be perfect.
Will showed up late, 30 minutes late at that, already off to a rough start. You tried not to let it bother you, he had friends and was obviously busy with hockey stuff.
“Will!” You immediately shot up from your place on the couch, leaning in to hug him, but he just brushed past you. Weird
He nodded sitting on the couch, your heart almost broke into a million pieces right then and there. He was being distant, the tension in his body proved that.
Trying to push past his attitude, you sat beside him on the couch leaning into him, only for him to push your head off his shoulder and move further away from you. Huh?
“Will is everything ok?” you asked, trying to keep your voice light. He never acted this way, even hard losses.
“I’m fine Jesus, just watch the movie” he said, but it came out rougher, cold, like he was angry.
It didn’t make sense, over text he didn’t seem weird, you had barely said 10 words. Him being so cold just made no sense.
“Oh ok” you mumbled back, scooting over to the far side of the couch, trying to get away from him. He didn’t seem to notice, or maybe he just didn’t care, either way it made your heartbreak in a way that it shouldn’t. You and will weren’t anything and you chose that too, so it shouldn’t hurt that he’s being distant.
You had been thinking for so long that your eyes started watering, and for once you were glad he wasn’t looking at you. Without saying a word, you practically ran to your bathroom, the tears continuing to slip until you locked the door. You leaned against the door and just cried, being in there for longer than you intended.
“Are you almost done in there” you heard Will's sharp voice cut through the air, he wasn’t worried or anything just, impatient almost.
“Yeah sorry” you mumbled splashing water on your face before slipping through the door, not walking to the living room but rather your room.
When you walked back out will took note that you were wearing a hoodie, not one of his like you normally did. He almost noticed the somber expression on your face. Normally he’d ask if you were ok but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it this time.
The movie continued on, not a word muttered between you two, the snacks you had laid out earlier left untouched. You wanted to scream at him and beg him to speak, but instead you retreated and pulled back.
Once the movie ended he abruptly got up and left. No goodbyes or thank yous, just silence. As soon as the door closed the dam broke, tears flooded and sobs left your body.
A part of Will's body screamed at him to go back, check on you, but he still kept moving to the elevator. Each step felt like a betrayal of his heart. If he was honest he wasn’t sure why he was so angry and why he was taking it out on you. He didn’t want to think about the kind of state you were in right now. You had only fought once before and it was small, but you still cried for hours.
When he finally got home it felt too quiet, no laughter from the couch or smell of something cooking, just silence. The same silence he craved all day but now wanted nothing more than to hear your soft laugh, one he pushed away already.
He knew he had messed up when he got into bed and not a single text from you. He felt a hole in his heart at the cold feeling of the bed, your warmth and vanilla perfume no longer had a place in his bed.
It was already two am and you were still sobbing, you hadn’t moved from your fetal position on the couch, you hadn’t touched your phone and your decision was final, you were just going to pull away. Not as some form of revenge but rather to prepare for the inevitable, him leaving.
You had somehow managed to cry yourself to sleep, waking up with missed calls from him and messages
4 missed calls from will❤️
Wil❤️: whatever ignore me I literally don’t care
You felt your eyes well up with tears again. You didn’t know what had gotten into him but it made you want to cry. For now you put your phone down and drifted back off to sleep.
Will was worried, you always answered him, the thought of anything happening to you made him sick to his stomach. No matter how bad of a day he had you were still his sweet girl and no bad mood could change that.
A part of him wanted to make up for yesterday but a bigger part of him was still in a bitchy mood, and as strange as it was he wanted to fight, just to release some tension.
Will❤️: I’m coming over, cant ignore me if I’m there
You could feel the anger in his message and you braced yourself for whatever he would say.
A couple minutes later a loud knock came from the outside of the door, signalling to you the thing you had dreaded was here, him.
You got up, not caring about the smudged makeup on your cheeks or your tangled hair. As soon as the door opened you pretty much flinched, he looked angry.
“What's going on” you asked, you knew he’d blow up, but he was acting so strange, the thought of not knowing why clawed at the back of your mind.
“It’s fucking nothing ok, Jesus you act like your some doting girlfriend. We aren't even together ok, I don’t like you like that” he screamed, sure he had his moments but never had you ever seen him so angry.
“So what the fuck are we then” you yelled back, if he didn’t even like you like you like that then what he did think this was? You had never felt so helpless, like no matter what was said he would just fight back.
“We are friends yn, just friends ok. We aren't almost dating or friends with benefits we. are. friends.”
You could’ve sworn your heart dropped to your stomach in that moment, after everything you had done together he thought you were just friends. You couldn’t help but scream back, “well clearly you don't feel the same way about me so you should just go then, wouldn’t want your friend to hold you back from finding your lover. I was so dumb for thinking we could be something”
“Yeah I guess I will fucking go then, maybe I’ll find someone less clingy and annoying.” He yelled before leaving and slamming your front door. The bang causing you to flinch, before breaking down sobbing.
When he got back home, it felt strangely empty. At first he was relieved, you weren’t constantly asking him if he was ok, and your strong incense wasn't burning anymore. He felt like he could breathe again.
But soon after the crash came, he quickly realized you filled a lot of space. He realized he missed your stupid rom coms playing loudly on the tv, and your soft laughter that always made him feel lighter, and the way you always managed to make everywhere feel like home.
It hurt him to think that he left you crying, he hadn’t ever screamed like that before, he wished he knew what had gotten into him that made him so angry.
You had cried until you felt empty, like you simply had nothing left to give. He had said what he had been really thinking all along, that you were just friends to him. You knew you weren’t dating but you had foolishly hoped one day it would get there. Now that felt stupid.
You cried again, ragged sobs cutting through you. You and Will had fought sometimes, but this time you were sure he wasn’t coming back, like he always promised he would.