It was late at night, on a cloudy Saturday, the second one of October.

The clock on y/n's wall signed it was a quarter to midnight, but it was behind of almost ten minutes, so it would be more correct to say that it was only, more or less, five minutes to midnight.

Y/n didn't mind that.

The clock had been showing the wrong time for the last three years, and it was really frustrating, in the beginning.

But since she had always been very lazy, after a couple months, she had decided to just let it go, and had completely forgot about it. She never looked at it anyway.

This time, tho, it was really bothering her.

There she was, lied on her bed, with her back resting against the wooden backrest behind her, as she stared at the malfunctioning clock in front of her for no reason at all.

Well, actually, there was a reason.
She just ignored it.

The reason why she had been like that for the past thirty minutes, was that she needed something to distract herself.

From what?
From a lot of things.

Suddently, her phone rang.
It was beside her, on the bedside table on the right side of her bed.

She rolled her eyes, and reluctantly looked at it, lifting it a little to read the name of the caller, that had just popped up on the screen.

- Andy :3 -

She sighed, and put it back down, letting it ring.

It was the third time that he had called, that Saturday, and she knew why, she knew what it was about.

That's why she didn't answer.
To that call, and to the first two.

She knew he was just trying to be a good friend, checking in on how she was doing, but she didn't feel like talking about it.

She didn't want to be a burden.

Finally, after a couple more seconds, the ringing stopped, the room falling quiet again.

She felt bad for avoiding him, but she also knew that he would've understood and stopped.

Or so she thought.

A notification, the usual ping sound filling the silence for a moment, and the screen lit up again.

She turned once more, to find a text, or better, a series of texts. Again, it was Andy.

- Hey, everything ok?
I called, but you didn't answer.

Said the first message, soon followed by:

- I know you probably wanna be alone, but I also know how you cope with these things, and emotions in general, so please, let me at least know if you're ok.

And another:

- Please, talk to me. I'm worried sick about you.

Y/n looked at her phone, picking it up.
She didn't even unlock it, she just read from the pop up on the lock screen.

She smiled. Seeing him caring was really sweet, and heartwarming.

But then, the negative thoughts she had tired to avoid took over, and a silent tear fell on her cheek, followed by tons of other ones, making her sight blurry, and her hands shaky.

She put it back down, and sobbed louder. She couldn't keep it in anymore.
She lied down, hiding her face in the pillow, and bit her lower lip.

She then took a deep breath, and picked it up again.

Everything in her brain told her to stop, that it was a bad idea, that he would've disappointed her, just like everyone else, but she ignored it.

She unlocked her phone, and quickly replied.

- I'm not fine. I feel awful.

She wrote.
Then continued:

- Pls, come over, I don't know what I could do. My thoughts are scary, rn.

She started biting her nails, doubt and anxiety flooding her mind.

Luckily, he quickly answered.

- Gonna be there in five, don't move.
__

Andy rushed out of the elevator, panting breathless, and loudly knocked on y/n's door.

He had left his apartment just a few minutes earlier, doing as fast as he could to get to hers.

He was worried sick.
He knew her breakup with Colin had been really rough, and he was scared that the problems she had already might've gotten worse.

And based on those messages, it was very likely they had.

"Y/n?" he called, not hearing movement from inside.

No answer.
He felt anxiety grow inside him, scared she might not be ok, scared she might have done something terrible.

"Y/n!" he shouted, knocking again "Y/n, are you there? Please, open the door!"

Finally, he heard footsteps coming closer, and y/n emerged from inside.
He sighed of relief, concearn still painting his features.

"Y/n! God, I was so worried... Are you-

He was about to finish the sentence, when she quickly grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the apartment, shutting the door behind him.

And before he could say anything else, she took his face in her hands and smashed her lips on his.

Andy blushed hard, and remaimed still, an internal conflict going on in his brain. After a few seconds, she disconnected.

"Y/n... W-why did you do that?" he softly said, confused.

"...Because I need you" she said, her voice cracking.

"I... I don't understand"

"You don't need to. Just... kiss me"

He froze. He had always liked her, but she was very fragile, and he knew that she surely didn't mean it.

"...I-I can't" he whispered.

"Why?" she asked, a tear silently falling on her cheek.

"Because I really like you, and... well, as much as I wish it was true, I know you don't feel the same. You're just confused, and I... I-I don't wanna take advantage of that"

"I'm not confused, Andy!" she shouted, two more tears running down "I know what I'm saying!"

She put her hands on his chest, tightly grabbing the collar of his shirt, and pushed him against the door, their bodies getting closer.

He blushed harder, getting even more confused.

"...Wait... you mean-

"Yes, I like you!" she yelled.

His jaw dropped, hearing that.
She did?

She looked down, more tears forming, and then up again, sighing.

She seemed so desperate, so fragile...

"Please... kiss me, Andy" she whispered, almost begging him "...I need you"

He thought about it for a moment, and suddently, took her face in his hands and placed his soft, plump lips on hers.

She melted in his embrace, letting the rest of the tears fall out, and slowly wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands shaking.

Andy brought his down to her hips, and pulled her closer, tightening the grip around her, as if to never let her go.

And as the kiss grew more deep, y/n moved her hands down again, and started unbuttoning, almost desperately, his shirt.

"...You're sure you wanna do this?" he panted concearned, softly putting a hand on hers.

"Yes" she said, breathless.

Her voice sounded shaky, but he could see in her eyes that she was sure of that, more than she had ever been before.

"...Ok" he softly smiled.

A/N :/
Hey guys! Thanks for reading!
Sorry if I made you wait this long for another update, but I didn't feel like writing lately.

I still don't know if this means I'm finally back, or if I still need some more days to recharge, but don't worry, I'll let you know.

In the meantime, I really hope this story made sense and was good enough.

I really, really hope you liked it :)
- Franx