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 a/n: here we go, last chapter. enjoy and thank u for reading <3

Chapter 1  Chapter 2

You headed to school, dread sinking in your stomach as you parked in the crowded lot. You hadn’t failed to notice Romans red Road Coaster so you knew he was at school. You snuck through the front doors, bee lining for the ladies bathroom and spending all your time till class sitting in a stall, avoiding the human race altogether. You heard the bell, rushing to your first period, stopping dead in the hall as you came face to face with Peter. 

Your eyes were wide, “Hi,” You said quietly and he lightly grabbed your arm, pulling you into a small, unused hallway. 

“Where have you been?” He asked with a hushed voice but it was clear he was pissed. 

You were shocked to say the least, “Home, I’ve needed some time to process things.” You turned your head, looking to see if there was anyone around, there wasn’t. “Finding our one of your only friends turns into a wolf isn’t exactly easy news.” You spat with a glare. 

“It wasn’t like that and you know it. It wasn’t safe for you to know, it still isn’t but it’s too late now.  You need to find Roman. I’m not sure what you told him but he’s been throwing himself at anything in heels since you left, he’s drowning and you need to save him.” He said, eyes pleading. 

You turned, not making eye contact, “I can’t. I said something I shouldn’t have and I don’t think he’ll be wanting to speak to me anytime soon,” You explained, lip quivering and throat burning as you pressed the tears back. You really missed your best friend. 

“Yeah, and if I didn’t know Roman I’d agree with you since he doesn’t even want to hear your name, but since I do know him I know he’s hurting and that he just misses you. So, whatever you said, fix it. For the sake of you both.” Peter laid a hand on your shoulder, begging you silently. 

You stared for a moment before rolling your eyes and nodding, “Fine. Do you know where he is?” You asked and Peter smiled in victory. 

“Try the stairwell in the back, you know that’s where he likes to hide.” Peter said with a reassuring smile before heading off to his first period and leaving you with your thoughts. You raked your hands down your face once before sighing deeply and heading to the stairwell. You pushed open the door and peered in. Roman was facing away from you, slumped on the bottom step, and from the smoke wafting around him, clearly smoking a cigarette. You lightly made your way down the steps, your shoes making the smallest of pats as you descended. You sat down next to him on the step, taking the cigarette from him without even glancing at his face and taking a drag. You seldom smoked but hey, you were going through it so why not. As you exhaled you finally turned, making eye contact with Roman. His eyes were sunken and a frown seemed to be permanently etched on his lips. You gave a thin-lipped smile, “Hey, Rome.” 

He chuckled sarcastically, shaking his head, “You’re fucking kidding right?”

“What do you expect me to say?” You threw out your hands in exasperation. 

“Well for starters you could explain where you’ve been all fucking week.” He rolled his eyes, plucking the cigarette from between your lips and taking a long drag himself. 

“I’ve been home… processing,” You frowned, staring intently at the step in front of you and pretending as if that were who you were speaking to. 

“You said you had feelings for me.” He said it softly, voice barely above a whisper but it echoed through the barren stairway anyway, the phrase rattling through your brain as you realized you weren’t getting out of this one. 

You just wanted to be done with it, honesty seemed like the best way to go. “I wasn’t lying.” You turned for a moment, meeting his searing gaze before returning your focus to the step below you, it was easier that way. “I know you don’t want to hear that but it’s true and if you could just give me some time to get over it and not be so public with your ‘conquests’ that would be great.” Your breath caught as you felt his fingertips along your cheekbone. Your eyes were wide as you met his which were burning with something like longing. 

“I’ve missed you,” His voice dropped to a whisper and you felt your lip tremble before a tear slipped down your cheek. His brows crinkled in confusion. “Why’re you crying?”

“You’re confusing me,” You confessed. “It’s already gonna be hard for me to get over these feelings, I don’t need you saying these sweet things that just make it worse.” Your voice wavered as your lip trembled with the struggle of keeping your emotions in check. 

“Oh, Y/N you don’t get it.” He cupped your cheek, turning your face to his. He leaned in slowly, giving you time to pull away and when you didn’t he pressed your lips together in a kiss that started gentle but quickly built to searing, leaving you gasping for breath when he finally pulled away. 

“Please tell me that you actually feel something and you’re not just trying to make me feel better or worse, just get into my pants—“ You felt hysteria bubbling up before Roman cut you off, pulling you into a crushing embrace, holding you to him like you were the only stable thing in the world. 

“No, Y/N, no, you know I have a hard time admitting my feelings but I’m gonna say this now and I want you to hear me and understand.” He paused to pull back so you were eye to eye. “I’ve always felt something for you, I was just never going to act on it because you deserve more than me or the shit I come with but I’m gonna be a piece of shit right now and steal you because I can’t lose you and knowing you feel even a bit of what I feel for you has made me a mad man and I can’t let you go. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you about Peter, I’m sorry I didn’t show up to your house and drag your ass out of bed,” By now he was peppering kisses everywhere, cheek, chin, eyelid, any inch of skin he could reach his lips would find and you were giggling as tears found their way out of your closed eyes. “I shouldn’t have froze when you told me. My mind was trying to catch up to the fact that you felt something for a fucker like me and by the time I realized and had processed the door was already closed. I figured I had fucked up so I have been trying to get over you but I fucking can’t! Every time I go up to another girl I just see your face,” He dragged you into his lap and leaned his forehead to yours. “Please don’t leave me again,” It was a whisper and you threw your arms around his neck, somehow pulling yourself even closer. 

summary: you show up at roman’s house finding him hungover and try to make him feel better only you start to notice... maybe you’re not just friends.

Chapter 2  Chapter 3

“Rommeee,” You called as you made your way up the stairs towards Roman’s bedroom, Olivia having let you in prior with only the barest of nods. You heard a noise of acknowledgement from down the hall and you swung into the room with a sly smile, jumping into his bed without a second thought. What you hadn’t realized though, was that Roman was buried underneath the covers and you had accidentally body slammed him further into the bed with your excitement to feel the coziness of his bed again. You heard him grunt loudly in pain and you quickly rolled to the side and off him. “Oh jeez sorry! I didn’t know you were there… wait why are you still in bed?” You questioned, leaning up on one arm and pulling the blanket back to reveal a sickly, sleepy Roman. There were purple bags resting heavily under his half-lidded eyes and he was much paler than usual, his body screamed exhaustion and you frowned in realization.

“I may or may not have had a late night down at the bar with Peter,” He croaked out, voice hoarse and crackly from disuse. He pulled the blanket back up and flipped onto his side, facing you. You shook your head before getting up from the bed, Roman snagged your wrist in a tight embrace before you could get all the way up. You glanced up to see him gazing deep into your eyes. “Where are you going?” He asked, a minuscule note of unfamiliar desperation creeping into his voice. 

“I’m just grabbing you some water and Tylenol, I’ll be right back.” You said with a small smile, his grip on you loosening enough for you to take your hand back and successfully get off the bed. You dug around in his bathroom for a moment before finally acquiring the Tylenol and grabbing a glass and filling it up with water from the tap before returning to Romans room and patting his leg as you came around to his side of the bed. He sat up and took the pills and water from you, swallowing the medicine easily. He set the water down on his bedside table before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards him, stumbling on top of him once again though he was ready for it this time. Your faces were mere centimeters away and you smiled. “Hi,” You spoke quietly, afraid to shatter the moment. Roman's hand reached up and gently brushed some stray hairs out of your eyes, his fingertips lingering on your cheek.

“Hi,” He answered with the same hushed tone, his smile mirroring your own easily. “Stay with me today?” He asked and you nodded without hesitation. He grinned and planted a solid kiss on your forehead. 

“Can I steal some of your clothes before we settle in? Skinny jeans aren’t exactly comfort wear,” You asked, turning the puppy dog eyes up to the max. Roman rolled his eyes after a moment and nodded. “Yes!” You squealed, dropping a quick kiss on his cheek before flouncing off the bed and prancing over to his dresser. You only got to wear Romans clothes on rare occasions and you savored those moments. You picked up a black t shirt which would be ten times too big for you and quickly ran to his bathroom to change. Romans clothes always smelled exactly like him and it made you feel comforted and safe every time you put them on. You would always try to smuggle them home but you were only successful once and you wore that shirt till it lost its scent and reluctantly returned it. You peeled off your jeans and pulled your shirt over your head and you unclipped your bra since it was uncomfy to sleep in and tossed on Romans shirt. It hung just above your knees and you laughed at the size difference the two of you had before you slipped back into Romans room, sliding his blackout curtains closed before hopping back into bed, this time landing squarely next to him. You slid under the covers and turned to grin at Roman. He just smiled softly, wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into him. Your head rested on his chest and you felt the heat radiating off of him which only added to your comfort. “What do you want to do?” You asked, lifting your head to look at him. 

He shrugged, “Movie?” He offered and you nodded, snagging the remote from the bedside table and hitting the power button, flipping back onto your back in the process. Romans arm was still snaked around your shoulder and you looked up at him in appreciation. 

“You’re the best bestie ever.” You stated as if it were a fact, which you did whole-heartedly believe. You and Roman had met in the sixth grade and been attached at the hip ever since. You befriended Shelley easily, and eventually Olivia. As Roman had begun to get more into drugs and girls you had desperately tried to steer him in the other direction but it seemed to honestly just be in his nature and you eventually got used to it even though whenever you saw him smoking or doing drugs you would always frown or take it away from him. You didn’t want to have to live without your best friend. The girls were whole nother thing for you though, it made you anxious and sometimes even sick to the stomach whenever you would see him with another girl though you didn’t know why, he was free to do as he pleased. Maybe it was the STDs he could be contracting or something but it just didn’t sit right with you. When Peter showed up the dynamic changed a bit between you, a bit of distance in the shape of Peter coming between you and your time together was shortened and so you were always eager to spend time with Roman when you got the chance but you had felt much more included lately, you finally felt you had a place with your friends. 

“I know,” Roman answered with a smirk, pulling you out of your thoughts and you rolled your eyes before directing the TV to Netflix and scrolling through the options. You bickered over movies till you finally decided on Monster House, technically family friendly but also a little spooky. You settled in, one leg tossed over Romans and head resting on his chest as you watched the screen intently. Eventually your eyelids grew heavy and you fell into a peaceful slumber. 

You woke hours later, light no longer creeping around the sides of the curtains and a slumbering Roman curled around your body. You both must’ve shifted at some point since he was now spooning you from behind. It felt nice, really nice. Not that you thought it wouldn’t it’s just that you finally realized this was something a couple would do. A lot of things you did together were things couples did. Kissing each other on the forehead and cheek, the cuddles and slumber parties, stealing his clothes and the constant care for each other. It was all things a couple would do and it made you feel strange and confused, awkwardness clouded your mind and your felt Roman stir behind you, pressing his face into your neck and inhaling.

“You smell good,” He murmured against your skin and your cheeks were set aflame. 

“Thanks,” You squeaked out, silently willing the bed to rise up and swallow you whole so you wouldn’t have to feel this way. No such luck.

“Are you ok?” Roman leaned up, sensing something wrong in your voice and searching your face for the answer.

You averted your gaze and cleared your throat, “Yeah, fine, how are you feeling?” You asked, switching the subject back to him.

He stared for a moment longer before coming up empty and laying back down, hands behind his head. “Peachy, haven’t slept that good in… well, ever.” He said with a rare soft smile directed towards you and added a wink for good measure. Your face warmed once again and you smiled a bit.

“Happy to help,” You said softly.