2P!America x Reader
Hey, you know, I have been watching you for some time now. Don't you know how beautiful your eyes shine when the rays of light come down on you? Or maybe the way you walk, not even having a care in the world. Your beautiful smile that can melt anyone's misery, as well as mine. Ah, you look so strong when you stand up for people who were bullied and depressed.
But then, a day came to exist, and I hated it so much. When I visited your house, I listened to how quiet it was. Too quiet. It made me worried, since you didn't go to school for 5 days. Opening the door with the spare key I had, which you gave me, since we are best friends, I went inside, seeing a mess.
Clothes spread around the room, some paper balls scattered around, and some other junk. Walking quiet to your room, I opened it, shocked to see what was inside. You were in your bed, clutching your knees tightly to your chest, quietly sobbing. It hurt my heart to see you like this. I walked up to you, resting a hand on your back.
“Hey, doll, are you alright?” I asked.
“Please, answer me?”
“Al, don't you know the feeling of not being able to be perfect for everyone?!” You practically screamed at me, making me widen my eyes.
You were never like this. You were always smiling, lighting up everyone's day. You were always smiling no matter what shit you went through. My heart ached at the current situation you were in. Remembering something, I grabbed your wrist, gently, because you were so fragile, and lifted up your sleeve, blood red eyes widening.
You had cuts littered all over your arm. So that's why you wore a hoodie everyday. Looking at you, I saw your bloodshot eyes. You must have cried all night, right?
“I'm sorry, Al... I'm sorry for not being a perfect best friend for you, or a perfect friend for anyone.. I'm just a worthless piece of shit, right? Haha... I must really look like an ugly, worthless, pathetic shit now...” You sadly smiled, making my heart clench. I also noticed blood stains on your sheets and the floor.
That made me snap. I clenched my teeth, finally finding my words.
“<Y/N>, don't you know you're perfect the way you are?! Your smile, your words, your voice, everything! Don't you know how it hurts me to see you like this?! I like, screw that, I love you! You brighten up everyone's day with just one simple smile! Even your fucking presence makes people want the day to continue with you! All of us are so worried about you! Especially me... Who knows what could have happened if you actually killed yourself! Where's the doll face I know that always smiles, laugh, and stays strong?! You are not someone I know! So please... Don't do this... You're too beautiful, precious, and fragile... I promise you... That I will never hate you, nor will I ever complain... I love you for who you are...”
I was on your bed now, my hands on your shoulder, kneeling down in front of you, and my head looking down, so you couldn't see any tears. I took a glance at you, and saw that you had finally calmed down, but silent tears streamed down your eyes. You looked at me, then quickly hugged me, shocking the living shit out of me.
After a few minutes of crying in my shoulder, you let go, pressing something in my lips. It took me a second to realize that you were kissing me. Kissing back, I ran my hands through your hair, smiling in the kiss. After withdrawing, I held you close, hearing you say these words.
“Thank you, Allan. I love you.”
and from that day on, I never broke my promise to you.