#trustfall

He knows that the chances are low that you’ll ever talk to him without him seeing the disappointment in your eyes.

Your ex-boyfriend follows you inside the kitchen. He gasps as, to his surprise, or horror (he hasn’t decided yet) you kept your promise and painted the kitchen neon pink.

“So, uh…do you like it?” You nervously wring your hands. The kitchen doesn’t look like you imagined. It’s the worst color ever and you hate it. It hurts your eyes only to look at the walls.

“It’s…unique,” he says, almost laughing as the walls look like Barbie moved into your house. “I never saw a neon pink kitchen before.” Andy rubs his eyes after staring at the walls for a few moments.

“It’s…a catastrophe,” you sniffle. “I tried to paint it and it looks like Barbie threw up and look, the wallpaper won’t stick. I…I’m usually good at things like that.”

You start crying and hide your face in the palms of your hands.

“Y/N, it is not so bad,” he softly says. “Please don’t cry over paint and wallpaper. I’m sure you can fix it. You’re going to make this place your home. Every place is a home when you are around.”

“Y-ou don’t understand,” you run out of the kitchen. Andy gasps as he listens to your footsteps. You run upstairs to throw yourself down onto the mattress you placed on the ground.

“Y/N? Darling?” Andy follows you upstairs, and carefully approaches your bedroom, or what will be your bedroom if you manage to decide on wallpaper, curtains, and such anytime soon. “What’s wrong?”

“Everything is wrong. I didn’t want a house, Andy. I wanted a home,” you hide your face in the pillow on the mattress you call your bed. “I wanted to create a home for me and my person. You know, the one I’ll spend my life with. I don’t even have a pet.”

“Baby, I,” he tip-toed toward the mattress to sit on the floor next to it. “I thought you’d love the house. It’s the one you wanted for yourself.”

“I don’t want to live in a house all alone. It feels like I don’t belong here,” you lift your head to look at Andy. “Do you think someone will buy it now that I ruined the kitchen?”

“You won’t sell it,” Andy gently runs his hand over your head. “Don’t give up on your dream because of me. I know that I’m not worth your love, but you can still find someone to share these walls with.”

“I’m not worthy,” you sniffle. “I was a one-night stand. You only tried to do the right thing. We were never meant to be.” You hide your face in the pillow again. “You never took the ring off because you were sure that I’m not the one for you. But you were it to me and now I’m back to square one. Why do we look for love? It sucks…”

“I didn’t take it off because I was afraid of falling too hard for you,” he lies next to you on the ground. His hand gently runs over your back as Andy tries to find the words to explain how he feels. “From the first moment I saw you, and you kissed me, I was done for.”

“I was drunk—” you murmur. “If not, I’d never found the guts to flirt with you. I felt cocky that night, and self-confident.”

“You were a little drunk,” he whispers as he runs his hand slower up and down your back. “I was enchanted when you grabbed my face and called dips on my lips.”

“I had a hunch that you’re a good kisser. My friend double-dared me to kiss a stranger, and I liked your beard and your lips looked soft.”

“I never thanked her for helping me have the night of my life.” You feel the mattress dip behind you. “Why did you call me, darling?” Andy wraps his arms around you and nuzzles his face in your neck.

“I don’t know.”

“Please don’t lie to me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“All I thought about was to get the house after you left me. And now that it’s mine, it feels wrong. I don’t feel like I’m home.”

“What do you need me to do?” He whispers. “I’d do anything for you. I never told you so, but you’re it for me. I love you with what’s left of my heart since…”

“I don’t want to come home to an empty house. I can have this at my apartment too. At least I know my place, and where everything is. I liked the house when I first saw it. Now it’s just a reminder that I’m all alone and it makes me even sadder.”

“Baby, you’re not alone.” He presses the full length of his body against you. “I miss you so much it feels like my soul is black and blue.”

You chuckle.

“Did you just laugh about me and my confession?” He grunts in your neck. “That’s not nice of you, Y/N! I poured my heart out and you laugh about me.”

“You sounded overly dramatic, Andy,” you snicker. “My soul is black and blue.” You imitate his deep timbre. “I can’t sleep without you. Y/N please let me make sweet love to you, I dreamed about it all night.”

“I didn’t say that,” he tugs at your earlobe with his teeth. “I’ll never talk about my feelings with you ever again.”

“I’ve missed you too, Andy. Even though you’re overprotective and a little overbearing sometimes,” you wipe your wet eyes. “I just don’t know where we can go from here. I’m scared you’ll leave me again.”

“I’m scared of messing things up again,” he chokes out your name and tightens his arms around you. “I know I have a lot of flaws, but I can try to be less worried about you. I know you are not a child and that you can look after yourself.”

“I burned my finger,” you wiggle out of his tight hold and turn around in his embrace to hold your burned finger to his lips. “Can you kiss it better?”

Andy cups your face to press his lips to yours. He puts all his feelings into this one kiss. This one chance.

“I-“ you gulp for air when he finally ends the kiss. “I meant my finger…”

Part 4