For @once-uponacaptain (thanks bb) who requested : Neighbor AU " Why are you crying in the hallway?? Are you okay?? Let’s go to my place, I have ice cream and Netflix"
4.2k words, smut and fluff ♥ And as usual a big thank you to @tillthebooksrunout for the beta job ily ♥
“Yeah, Liam, I have to hang up, my show is about to start. Have a lovely date with Elsa, see you tomorrow.” And with that, Killian puts down his phone on the table in front of him and falls flat on his couch.
“Favourite part of the day,” he mumbles to himself, a little smile on his lips.
He reaches for the control and is about to hit the switch on button but then-
“What the bloody hell is that?”
Frowning, he stands back up and concentrates himself on the sound he perceives.
Wait a second, he thinks, realization hitting him.
Someone is crying in the corridor, and it’s an ugly kind of crying. The kind where he’s almost sure that girl, because from the shaking voice he hears it’s a lass, is barely managing to breathe.
It’s none of your business, grumbles a part of him.
He stands up anyway, jaw clenched. He has to make sure that person is safe. This is only his civic duty.
Always following the rules, mocks Liam’s voice in his head.
Grabbing his keys, he eyes his clothes with a disapproving look; he’s only wearing his flannel boxer shorts and a white t-shirt decorating with an inscription : man’s lasses. A gift of Liam’s, obviously.
Sighing, he rushes anyway towards his door. He closes it gently, not wanting to alarm more neighbors, and turns around.
The spectacle he is offered then makes his stomach twist.
“Bloody hell.”
Indeed, a woman is sitting against the door in front of his own flat, knees pressed to her chest and chin down, wearing what he assumes to be a party dress.
She’s visibly completely distraught : eyes red, stains of mascara devouring her cheeks, and her blond hair is messed up, loose strands falling in front of her face.
As he had guessed earlier, terrible cries are shaking her frail body and she seems completely unaware of his presence.
“Love,” he calls her softly as he makes his way towards her, quiet as possible because freaking her out is the last thing he wants to do.
He has never seen her before, but from the keys she’s clutching in her hands, phalanges white from the pressure, he assumes she must live in this building.
She keeps babbling nonsense, words escaping her dry mouth in between sobs.
“Hey, princess, look at me.” he says again, trying to catch her attention.
Taking one more careful step towards her, he kneels down in front of her and his weary eyes falls on her distressed face.
She’s stinking of alcohol.
“Lass, can you hear me?” And with those last words, he grabs her hand.
He catches her attention with his gesture, her empty green eyes considering him, and he’s already relieved that he hasn’t scared her to death.
Koala Slippers
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