bowie x reader, requests are open ❤

she wants my honey not my money (teenage bowie x teenager reader imagine)

×boys will be boys, and girls have those eyes, that will cut you to ribbons sometimes×

I laid my head down on the table. My eyes hurt from crying so hard, but I simply couldn't stop the tears. I sat up and watched as the raindrops raced down the classroom window. I laid my head down again, I had only just came into Geography. I missed her. Yesterday I lost someone close to me. I daren't say who, I can't speak her name without tears flowing. I can't even explain to my one friend at school and if I ask someone else I have told to explain it, I sob when I hear the words. I fake a smile at my teacher, he's always cheerful and kind. I don't want him asking because I won't be able to get the words out. Once you say words, it makes them more official, they sink in more, it brings you to the reality. Of course I know she's gone. Sometimes daydreaming helps though. I sob silently, I hate the way I look when I cry, so I cover my face and wipe my eyes with a tissue.

There's a boy I like. He sits infront of me, I don't want him to see me crying, with puffy eyes and a blotchy red face. I look awful and I know it. "Awww, y/n's crying!" A girl (that I occasionally speak to) says. Great, I think. Now everyone knows, even the people that don't like me. My friend in the class looks over at me sympathetically. I quickly flash a broken smile and hope she mistakes it for a genuine one. I quickly put my bag infront of me so they can't see me properly. David, the boy I have a massive crush on, stands and sits in the seat next to me. He rubs my back gently and envelopes me in a side hug. I lift up my head and hug him properly. Our heads rest on eachother's shoulders. "Thanks David." I say, quietly. " I can't bear to see you crying. " he says, looking upset. I sniffle and use my sleeve to wipe my face.

David takes me by the hand and stands, he leads me out of class, to the toilets. I hear our teacher calling us back, but we ignore him and reach the bathroom. I drop David's hand as I see myself in the bathroom mirror. I quickly cover my face, " Don't look at me, I look awful. " I groan. David gently tugs my hands away from my face. We arent far apart now, I can see his gorgeous eyes up close now. He does something I would have never expected from anyone. Let alone the boy I have a crush on. He kisses me, a quick kiss, but a kiss. I kiss back immediately. 

We pull away and David smiles softly. He's so handsome. "Love, I don't know why you are so sad, you don't have to talk about it, but I know you arent feeling very confident at the moment so I want you to know that I think you are always gorgeous, that probably doesn't mean much from someone who looks like m-" "You think so?" I ask, stunned. " Truly" he whispers. "I think you are very handsome all the time, darling." I say lightly tapping the tip of his nose. He chuckles softly. I turn to the mirror and apply some concealer over the red blotches on my skin from all the crying.

David's hands snake around my waist and I snuggle into him. "David, I - um - I" "I like you too" he says, quickly. "Will you be my girlfriend?" I know it's sudden, we could go on a date after school if you would like to get to know me before you say yes or n-" he speaks fast but I stop him. " yes I would love to! " I say, happy for the first time in a while. We leave the bathroom hand in hand, we decide to bunk for the rest of the lesson, there's only like 20 minutes left anyway. We find an empty English classroom and we start talking. We laugh often and conversation flows easily. Somehow I have fallen more in love with him, before i loved him from afar, and what i always thought was unrequited love wasn't what I thought at all.

At lunch David and I sit together. He told me he had liked me for a while and I confessed the same. It's crazy how much people can hide their feelings if they really try, I guess I didn't try that hard, after all, he did guess. After school David and I got the bus to the park, we went on the swings together and it is still one of my favourite memories of us. Defeated, defeatist, pessimist. All words that describe the old me. I am happy now.

David is the love of my life and will be until the day I die. We met 10 years ago. Today is the day that we wed.
I remember it like it was yesterday.

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I often find my feelings and events in my life affect my writing. I hope this isn't too sad as I'm going through something right now, I'll still be uploading as it helps to distract me <3 thank you so much for reading, it means so much :')