Do you? / tzuyu x reader [completed]

Fresh start

Anne's P.O.V.

Nervous. So fucking nervous. That's what I was. Standing in the airport, with my luggage, waiting for Rosie and Vernon. What if they won't come? If this was just a setup and I'm left here on my own. If they decided to teach me a lesson. To see what it feels like when someone leaves you.

About me, leaving, I still didn't feel guilty. I had no choice for sure. If I stayed here Tzuyu would be hurt in too many ways. You can't live in a relationship where you don't have trust. And that we didn't have.  We only lied to ourselves.

"Anne?" - I heard a faded voice from behind my back. I didn't even have time to turn around, a body crashed into me, causing me to drop my stuff. As soon as I inhaled the familiar scent of my best friend, I couldn't stop myself from hugging back and letting out a deep sigh.

Her shoulders were shaking indicating that she was crying. Only when I opened my eyes I saw my other best friend, standing there with arms crossed in front of his chest. Rosie pushed me away gently and cupped my face, like a mother would do with her long lost child.

"You are one lucky bastard, you know?" - Vernon said and I heard the smirk on his face.

"Jesus, I missed you so much." - she pulled me back, wiping her tears in my shirt, not that I cared.

"I missed you too." - I mumbled in her shoulder, while keeping eye contact with Vernon who looked at me suspiciously. 

"What happened to you? You look skinnier and more tired and-" 

"It's probably jetlag baby." - Vernon answered instead of me, saving me from the other ten thousand questions that Rosie wanted to ask. - "Now let's go. You still need to sleep before tomorrow. Your sister is totally excited to see you." - I nodded, cracking a little smile.

"I'm happy to be here, guys." - I whispered. Rosie smiled at me nicely and grabbed my arm to pull me to the car.

"Anne, can I talk to you for a minute?" - Vernon asked as I put my luggage down.

"Sure...what's up?" - I asked as we reached the balcony. - "Do you mind?" - I asked pointing at the cigarette between my fingers.

"I don't. But I know some people who do." - he muttered the last sentence but I still heard it.

"So what did you want to talk about?" - I asked.

"What do you take?" 

"What?"

"I asked, what do you take?" - he asked now slowly and silently looking me in the eyes.

"I don't understa-"

"Don't play stupid Anne. Not with me. Maybe Rosie believes that you look like this because of jetlag, but I don't." - I took a long sigh as I nodded.

"Is it that obvious?" 

"Dude your eyes are fucking bloodshot, the circles under them are darker than black and you as skinny as a needle." - he shook his head. - "I'm not your father to tell you that it's wrong, but you're killing yourself."

"I have it under control." - I said but I didn't believe myself.

"You do?" - he asked leaning back to the rail. - "When was the last day you were clean?"

"I don't have to answer that question." - I whispered, not wanting to look him in the eyes.

"Yeah, you don't have to. But my house is not going to be a place for you to get high or drunk." - he squinted his eyes. - "Stuck with smoking, okay?"