#wsh2

every text left on read, every call going to voicemail, completely avoiding you at the group hangouts. at first you thought that he may have needed some space, that he was angry and needed some time to cool down but then your mind starts to wonder that maybe he just didn’t care enough to come back to you.

and that thought hurt like a bitch.

because on your end, despite how mad or upset you’ve ever been with him, if he called you’d still answer his calls or text so quick.

you’ve spent most of your days in bed, not even wanting to head down for hangouts with the group anymore knowing that will would be there and completely ignore you the entire night. being in the same room while he acted as if you never existed hurt more than not seeing him at all.

class then back home, work and then back home and that was how your last few days have been looking.

it wasn’t until your friend had finally had enough of your depressive state that you finally leave your house by using her birthday as an opportunity.

all you wanted to do was stay in bed and mope around with a tub of ice cream and a romcom movie in the back to give you some comfort of a relationship when yours with will felt like it was hanging by a thread.

“i hate seeing you this way y/n, come out tonight. for me please?”

and with that you knew you had no choice. you will be leaving and staying out late tonight, no exceptions which leaves you standing in a overcrowded bar wishing you were anywhere but here.

the music was blasting, people all around you having such a good time with their people but you on the other hand feeling the most miserable you’ve ever felt.

the drink in your hand barely sipped at as your friends around you joked around about who knows what. you couldn’t bother to pay attention even if you tried because your mind was currently elsewhere. you glance down at your phone, your last text sent to will stared right back at you.

you: please just talk to me will

read eight hours ago but no response.

you could feel your throat tighten up as you blink back the tears, locking your phone.

you can’t cry; not right now especially when you’re here to celebrate your friends birthday. the group spreads around, some of your friends grabbing another drink, some on the dance floor but you stayed in the booth still working on your first drink of the night.

“hey.”

you look up from your drink, your eyes locking on the man in front of you definitely older and standing a bit too close to your liking.

“hi?”

you look back down at your phone, clearly hoping he’d get the clue and walk away but of course not. your luck always terrible in these situations and now all you wished is that you didn’t respond in the first place.

“you here with somebody?”

“yep.”

“gotta boyfriend orrr?”

your heart feels like it could collapse any moment.

“yeah.”

he laughs, shaking his head. “that’s unfortunate, where is he though?”

you stay quiet, not knowing what else to say but the heaviness in your chest now doubled up more than it was before you came to the bar.

“must not be around if you’re sitting here alone.”

you stand up, trying to excuse yourself from the situation because staying quiet and dry clearly hasn’t worked in your favour so far.

“i’m good, please leave me alone.”

“oh come on now, let’s not be so hasty.”

he follows behind; trying to catch up to you.

“i’m not interested.”

he scoffs, “you didn’t even try and get to know me.”

“i don’t want to.”

you turn to leave but before you could take another step his fingers wrap tightly around your wrist hard stopping you in your tracks.

you freeze.

“i’m just trying to talk.”

his grip tightens slightly and you hiss at the pressure around your wrist.

“let go of me, what the fuck?”

“relax.”

“i said let go!”

you yank your arm harder, managing you get out of his hold stumbling back. your breathing begins to falter and all you know in the moment is that you need to leave.

you turn around and bolt towards the doors, clutching your wrist tightly to yourself. you can hear your friends calling for you but you don’t seem to care, all you need in that moment is to get out of the club.

the second you step outside of the bar, the tears begin streaming down your face. you take a deep breath, trying to regulate your breathing but it wasn’t working and it all just hits you at once.

the fight.

the silence.

the guy grabbing you.

you just needed will, you just want your boyfriend.

with shaky hands, you pull out your phone finding wills contact and hitting the call button.

its rings a couple of times before going to voicemail.

your stomach drops as you try ringing him again.

please answer.

straight back to voicemail, you bite back a sob that ripples through your body now. hands shaking you try one last time. straight to voicemail this time.

and that unanswered call hurt the most because that means he was ignoring you. your legs begin to shake underneath you as you take a seat against the curb, wrapping your arms around yourself as you break into sobs.

then another name crosses your mind.

macklin.

you find his contact and hit call not expecting him to answer so quick.

“hey y/n, what’s up?”

the second you hear his voice, you break down in sobs again.

“mack.”

“hey— hey woah. what’s going on?”

you felt like you couldn’t breathe, everything just becoming too much for you to handle.

“mack.”

“hey— i’m here. slow down for me.”

you try your best to calm yourself down, trying to get the words out as quick as you could without sobs tearing through you.

“some guy— some guy grabbed me.”

the line goes dead quiet.

“what?”

you could hear muffled movement in the back, “what do you mean grabbed you?”

“he wouldn’t leave me alone mack, he grabbed my arm and i told him to stop.”

you let out another shaky sob.

“where are you?”

“i’m outside.”

“okay— okay good. stay where you are.”

the calmness in his voice makes you want to cry more and before you could think the words came slipping out.

“i called will.”

“yeah?”

“i called him mack, i called him three times.”

your voice breaks as you continue, choking back a sob. “and he didn’t answer.”

what you didn’t know is that will is sitting with macklin, listening to every single word over the phone standing up so quickly the second he hears your sobs on the other end. that every word was hitting him like a bus.

“i needed him. i needed him and he didn’t answer.”

will felt as if he could throw up. every bit of anger he felt about the argument had completely vanished. all he knew was that you were crying and that you needed him and he didn’t fucking answer.

“where are you?” macklin asks and you give him the name of the bar you were at.

“does he hate me?”

will freezes as he hears those words.

“y/n—”

“because i don’t know why else he won’t talk to me.”

will felt like his heart has been ripped out of his chest as macklin looks at him with a look he can’t exactly read.

“he doesn’t hate you y/n, i promise.”

his voice is firm, like he’s trying to get it through to you.

wills already moving beside him unbeknownst to you, grabbing his keys but he doesn’t miss the last part of the phone call.

“mack.. i just want him.”

“i know, i know y/n. just stay where you are.”

-

you stayed sitting on the curb, not trusting your legs one bit to be standing. you wrap your arms around yourself, face buried in your knees that you barely hear your name being called.

“baby?”

your head snaps up once you hear his voice. the second you see him and how concerned he looked you can’t help but sob, getting up as quickly as you could with your shaking legs into his arms.

wills arms wrap around you without a second thought, pulling you tightly against him. “i’ve got you.”

“will.”

you can’t make out anything else, sobs taking over your body. you don’t even know what you’re crying about more. whether that will finally came or just everything finally catching up to you.

you cling to him tightly, afraid he’s going to disappear if you let go.

“i know, i know. i’m so fucking sorry.”

“i called you will.”

“i know baby.”

“you didn’t answer.”

will can physically hear his heart crack at how broken you sounded because he didn’t have an excuse. he was angry and immature when all you needed was him.

“i’m so sorry.”

you buried your face deeper in his chest and for the first time in days will lets himself hold you as tight as he possibly could.

-

the entire drive wills hand never left your leg; every few seconds he glanced over to make sure you were okay.

once you both finally get inside the apartment, you’re out of it. will follows behind you to the bedroom, grabbing one of his team issued shirts standing in front of you.

“arms up.”

you do as he says, too tired to even argue against anything. his hands slowly pull the dress off your body; wills eyes landing on the bruise that’s littered around your wrist.

“fuck.” his hands gently brush over the bruise, his heart breaking at the sight of you. the bruise on your arm making the whole thing finally sink in.

someone put their hands on you.

you needed him and he wasn’t there.

“will.”

“i was so angry about the stupid fight. so fucking petty and you needed me and i should’ve answered.”

you blink back tears, looking down at your fingers.

“i thought you didn’t love me anymore.”

will kneels in front of you leaning down to eye level, hands resting on your thighs.

“what?”

“i thought maybe you were done with me.”

“baby-”

“you wouldn’t talk to me, you wouldn’t answer. i thought you stopped loving me will.”

wills hands come up to cup your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. his eyes teary as they lock with yours.

“don’t ever think that.”

“will—”

“i was angry, and i acted like an idiot but i never stopped loving you. not for one second, i don’t even think im capable enough to ever do that.”

your lips wobble, “really?”

he lets out a watery laugh, “i’m so in love with you y/n and i’m so sorry that i ever made you doubt that.”

the tears you’ve been holding back finally start streaming down your cheeks and this time for a whole different reason. tears of relief after five days of thinking you lost your boyfriend.

will wraps his arms around you, pulling you down into his lap placing kisses against your forehead. “i’m so sorry.”

“i’m sorry too will.”

he shakes his head, pulling you back from his chest locking his eyes with yours.

“hey no, don’t apologize for any of this.”

“but i—”

“no.”

his hands come up to caress your face, resting his forehead against yours as he lets out a shaky breath.

“i love you, i love you so fucking much okay?”

you nod but will shakes his head.

“no baby- i need you to use your words. i love you, do you understand that?”

“yeah, i love you too will.”

he leans closer, his lips pressing against yours. you melt into the kiss immediately, hands coming around his neck to pull him closer to you. he pulls back a bit, resting his forehead against yours.