Keep Trying (I_Am_Wildcat x Reader)

8

"I guess... we could start with when we separated? What exactly went through your head when you, um, cut us off?" I started. 

"Um, it started with me getting the ring," Tyler said quietly. "I knew what we had was real but I started second guessing myself and if I was right for you. I was scared that we'd get married then I'd do something to mess it up and hurt you worse than if we were just together."

"I kind of understand what you're saying, but Tyler it would've been worth the risk. I got hurt when you broke up with me and I know I don't really know how much it could've hurt in comparison but honestly it felt horrible. I thought we were in it for life, or at least I was, and you just broke it off. It hurt just as much as if we were married." 

"It hurt me too," he admitted. 

"I know." I took his hand in mine and squeezed it reassuringly. "Okay, I forgive you for that. Just don't break up with me for my own good again. I mean, don't do it at all if you can help it, but if things get actually bad then I'll understand. Just not for no reason."

"I can do that, but I don't want to break up." 

"Me either." I said, "I'm glad you've been trying to make things right. I've missed you." 

"I missed you too, (Y/N). A fucking lot." 

I shook my head and grinned at his choice of words, "I still love you." 

"I never stopped," Tyler smirked, leaning in to steal a kiss that I let him have. When our lips parted he said, "So, how about moving your stuff back into the apartment?"

A huge smile spread across my face and I threw my arms around his neck, making our swings collide, "I thought you'd never ask."

"Well, I know you're probably going crazy living with your parents for so long." 

"That's true, but admit it, you missed me." 

"Pshh," he joked, "Never." 

"Bull," I called. 

"Yeah, sure, maybe I missed you." 

I stood from the swing and looped my arm with his, "Come on, let's go get my things." 

"Tonight?"

"Why not?" 

"I don't know," Tyler said, "I just thought-"

I smirked, "Just imagine how red my dad's face will be." 

Tyler snorted a laugh, "Fine, whatever you say." 

"Come on," I whined, pulling him along. "You're so slow."

"You're cute." He said out of no where. 

My cheeks turned hot. I really loved him.