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HOME SWEET HOME sad fluff warning! mentions of mental illness and eating disorders requested by GunsNRosesROCKS i hope you enjoy! ✟
It had been the longest few months of your entire life, you couldn't recall a time when you had felt more alone.
You had lost the motivation to do a lot of things: get dressed, brush your hair, get out of bed, even eat. You knew he was alive and hoped he was well (as well as any member of Guns N' Roses could possibly be), but you couldn't help but miss him greatly, and it had taken a toll on your life and overall well being. You took an aspirin almost every day for your pounding headaches, and without the proper nutrients, your body ached all over.
The highlight of your entire week would be when Izzy would call you from wherever he was.
"Hey, baby." He'd say. "I can't talk long, but I just wanted to call and let you know I miss you."
You'd tell him you miss him too, and he'd say he'd be home soon.
You'd tried going out a few times to stifle your loneliness, but nothing had worked. The girls seemed uninterested in talking to you, the boys wanted nothing from you but sex, and no amount of alcohol could drown your loneliness.
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That week, you'd been completely bedridden. You only drank the nasty old water that sat on your bedside table and ate a half-empty bag of Doritos you had found under the bed. You spent most of the time sleeping, as that seemed to be the only thing that satisfied you.
Meanwhile, Izzy was more than thrilled to get home and see you again after so long. He couldn't even think of sleep the night before he was so excited.
After a long drive home from the airport, Izzy unlocked and opened the door, expecting to see you running towards him to throw your arms around him. Nothing like this happened. He furrowed his brows.
"Y/N?" He called. "Babe I'm home!" No answer.
Odd. He thought. With all the whining you did over the phone about missing him, he expected a much different homecoming.
Izzy made his way upstairs, figuring if you weren't in the living room or kitchen, you'd probably be in your shared bedroom.
He found his suspicions to be correct when he saw you lying in bed, sleeping even though it was only around seven pm. He was about to shake you awake when he noticed something. You looked pale, much skinnier than usual, and dark circles were prominent under your eyes. Concern grew immediately, and Izzy gently shook you awake.
Your eyes fluttered open and landed on the face of your boyfriend, making a large smile appear on your face. You jumped up to hug him but immediately regretted your decision when your head pounded furiously, causing you to gasp and grasp your head. You whimpered at the thundering pain. "Hi, baby..." You whispered and looked up at him, trying to smile. "I'm so happy you're home!" You frowned again when you noticed the look of concern on his face. "What's wrong? Aren't you happy to see me?"
"Of course I am." Izzy knelt down to your level. "But I'd be a lot happier if you were in a better state." He kept his tone low, not wanting to make your headache any worse. "You look so fragile... Y/N haven't you been taking care of yourself?"
It broke your heart to seem him so upset over your physical state. You knew you hadn't been taking care of yourself lately, but you lacked the motivation to do so.
Loneliness can be deadly.
You shook your head softly, a few tears ran down your cheeks. "I'm so sorry Izzy... I just..." You couldn't finish your sentence. Izzy wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. One of his hands gently combed through your hair, while the other gently rubbed circles on your back, all the while you gently sobbed into his shoulder.
"No no no, baby, don't apologize... If I had known this was going to happen I would have taken you with me, I just didn't want to put you through all the stress of touring." He slowly pulled away from the embrace so he could look at you, but kept his arms around you. "But I see leaving you here alone wasn't any better." He cupped your cheek in his calloused and you leaned into his touch. "I'm so sorry, Y/N."
You simply smiled and pressed your lips to his, happy to have him home again. It was one of your longer kisses, at least one that didn't turn into a makeout session. It was passionate and sweet, just like your love for each other.
Izzy was the first to pull away. "What say I take care of you? Help get ya back on your feet again?"
You shook your head. "You're probably tired from touring, I wouldn't want to wear you out even more."
He chuckled and scooped you up in his arms. "Y/N, you wear me out every day. But I'm never too tired to take care of my girl." He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and carried you downstairs. He set you down on the couch and wrapped you up in a fluffy blanket. He then brought you a tall glass of water and an aspirin before returning to the kitchen to make you dinner, meanwhile you turned on the TV to watch Full House.
Izzy returned and set a big bowl of spaghetti down in front of you. "Seriously? Full House? You watch this crap?" He asked with a laugh.
"Hey!" You pouted. "You just got back from tour and you're already judging me?"
"You know I'm only teasing." Before you could start eating, he pulled you into his lap and lifted your chin to meet his gaze. "Y/N promise me something, please."
"Anything."
"Promise me you'll never do anything like this again. Please, baby, I can't stand seeing you like this." His voice broke a little, almost as if he wanted to cry. You softly pressed your lips to his in a tender kiss.
