#hello adele

Anyone releasing in 2019 and 2020 better just throw in the towel, and kiss their Grammys, and whatever megear commercial successes they hoped for goodbye now, save themselves the pain then. 

Hello from the other side

Pairing: Anthony Ramos x fem!reader

Summary: Anthony sings Hello by Adele at a bar one night, as he sings he can’t help but think of the break up and all of the mistakes he made with you.

AN: Unofficial sequel! Modern AU! Technically I would consider this a sequel to ‘Someone like you’ but it can be pulled off as not being a sequel.

Italics = flashbacks

Words: 1452

Warning: Angst; Anthony being kind of obsessive/ stalkerish; flashbacks; alcohol mentioned

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Setting his drink down he got up off the bar stool and made his way up the stage. His friends cheered him on once he got up there.

“Uh, hi I’m Anthony Ramos and I’m going to be singing Hello from Adele.” He stated. It seemed the whole bar at their eyes on him but he didn’t mind it, he’s used to a large crowd of people watching him perform.

The music began to play.

“Hello, it’s me I was wondering if after all these years you’d like to meet. To go over, everything. They say that time’s supposed to heal ya, but I ain’t done much healing.”

-

Anthony looked down at his phone as his call went to voice mail. Sighing he went to his texts then went to your number.

‘Hey I was wondering if you’d like to meet up somewhere…maybe grab a coffee?’

Pressing sent he shoved his phone back into the front pocket of his jeans before heading back to rehearsal.

-

“Hello, can you hear me, I’m in California dreaming about who we used to be. When we were younger and free….”

-

You let out a squeal when you were lifted up into the air.

“Anthony stop it!” You giggled as he spun you around, laughing. When he finally set you down, you playfully hi his chest. He grinned, that adorable grin that always made you swoon. Hands holding yours pulled you against him, lips brushing together before connecting.

-

“I’ve forgotten how it felt before the world fell at our feet.” Anthony’s voice quieted down at the last note.

-

You were scribbling something down on a check, putting it in a envelope.Your hair up in a sloppy bun, dressed in sweats and a tank-top.

“Anthony I need you to go to the post office.” You stated, standing up from the couch.

“Why do I have to do it?” He asked, slightly irritated. You tugged at the bun, causing it to fall.

“Because I have a shift at the diner starting soon, I don’t have the time. And we need to pay the cable bill since we don’t the landlord’s.” You told him, walking past him to get changed for work.

When you walked out dressed in your waitressing uniform you were fixing your hair. “I need you to take down the rent for the landlord also.” Putting on your shoes and coat.

Arms wrapped around you from behind. He nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, lightly kissing it.

“A-Anthony I don’t have time. I’m going to be late.” You stated, using your stern voice, but wavered when he reached your soft spot. “Damn it Ant, I’m going to be late.” Pulling yourself away you left the apartment.

-

“There’s such a difference between us and a million miles. So hello from the other side, I must have called a thousand times to tell you I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done. But when I call you never, seem to be home.” His eyes were closed for a moment before they opened again.

-

“I’m sorry the person you are trying to reach is unavailable, please leave a message after the beep.” Anthony groaned after it went to voicemail again.

Beep.

“Hey Y/N it’s Anthony. Look I know it’s been awhile since we saw each other and I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for everything. I messed up, I know that. Please let me fix this.” Pulling the phone away from his ear he tapped the screen to end the call.

Falling back on his bed he stared at the ceiling. His eyes began to burn along with a burning sensation in the back of his throat.

It hurt.

Anthony wanted you back. He mentally slapped himself for being so god damn stupid for ruining what he had with you.

He hurt you.

He broke you.

He left you.

-

“Hello from the outside, at least I can say that I’ve tried, to tell you I’m sorry, for breaking your heart, but it don’t matter it clearly doesn’t tear you apart anymore.” His mind rushed to the moment of when he found out you were seeing someone.

-

Anthony broke up with Jasmine earlier that morning. He couldn’t take it anymore. He missed you so much.

Walking down the streets of NYC he went to Starbucks near Broadway. Pushing the door open he was welcomed by the smell of cappuccino and coffee. He waited in the semi long line.

He remembered all the time he brought you here. You loved this one tea they made. You always claimed that it tasted like Christmas if made just right. He’d always laugh when you got excited over it, it was adorable.

Anthony was messing around on his phone when the bell at the entrance jingled.

The warmth of the place made you feel a lot more comfortable then it had outside where it was cold.

You grabbed the hand of the person who was with you and dragged them along in line.

“Y/N theirs no rush.” Your boyfriend told you. Anthony froze when he heard your name….coming from one of his good friend’s mouth.

“Oak you know how fast the line fills up. I don’t want to wait that long.” Oak chuckled.

“Whatever you say babe.” You pouted up at him as he smiled down at you, pressing a light peck on your lips causing you to smile.

Anthony heard everything. He didn’t dare turn around.

‘Is this why you never answered his calls?’

Guilt but also jealousy twisted inside Anthony’s gut. He didn’t dare turn around.

He couldn’t.

This is what he wanted. He wanted to see you again to make it work but how could he now knowing your seeing someone else? Especially since the one your seeing is a mutual friend of yours?

-

“Hello, how are you. It’s so typical of me to talk about myself, I’m sorry. I hope that you’re well. Did you ever make it out of that time where nothing ever happens.”

“It’s no secret that the both of us are running out of time.”

-

You were getting married.

Anthony received the invitation in the mail from Oak.

Anthony cried. He cried.

It hurt so much. So he did the only thing that would numb the pain for the time being which was to have a drink.

-

“Hello from the other side I must have called a thousand times to tell you I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done. But when I call you never seem to be home.”

-

“Is that Anthony again?” Oak asked you when you pressed decline on your cell.

“No, it’s not.” You lied, erasing his number from your call log. “Just another 800 number.” You told him as you joined him in bed.

-

“Hello from the outside at least I can say that I’ve tried to tell you I’m sorry for breaking your heart.”

-

He walked out on you. HIs bags in hand, the door now closed behind him. He heard you cries from the hall, the heartbreak. When he left he broke you but he didn’t care in the beginning.

-

“But it don’t matter clearly it doesn’t tear you apart anymore.”

-

His hands were shoved in his pocket. Anthony stood like kind of creep dressed in all black, his hood up just standing across the street from your place. The place you shared with your fiancé Okieriete.

Both you and Oak walked out the door laughing. You smiled at Oak. He knew that look. That look you give when your completely happy and content. You used to give him that look.

A tear slid down his face.

-

“Anymore. Anymore. Anymore.” He sang

-

You were married now. Happily married at that. Anthony showed up for the wedding but stayed in the back during the whole thing. The party after he stayed for a bit, chatting with Daveed, Lin and the others. His mind was everywhere that night. He didn’t leave a gift but a small card for you.

When you saw it you threw it out. No one questioned it. They didn’t need to.

-

“So hello from the other side, I must have called a thousand times to tell you I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done. But when I call you never, seem to be home. Hello from the outside, at least I can say that I’ve tried, to tell you I’m sorry for breaking your heart, but it doesn’t matter it clearly doesn’t tear you apart anymore.” Once the song finished everyone cheered.

He got off the stage and went back to his spot next to his friend, ordering another drink.