This is a series of four one shots with my OC, Krystyna "Krystye" Louisa Mitchell. I was bored and I felt like writing this. Each one shot is Krystye with a different BTR boy. These are not related to each other. These are all in Showverse.
Up first: Carlos
This one is about an abusive relationship. Beware of the heavy language. This is really pushing a T.
I only made James like this for the sake of the story. Just for the record.
Also, it's in Krystye's POV.
"James, I didn't cheat on you! I swear!" I shouted as James approached me, anger clear on his face.
"Then why did I see you hugging Kendall?" James asked, shouting. The volume of his voice hurt my ears.
"He needed a hug! Jo broke up with him, James!" I shouted back.
"He could have gotten a hug from Camille!" James replied.
"Camille is in Connecticut!" I shouted.
"I don't care! If Jo broke up with him, it's his business, not yours!" James said. I grimaced and pushed the taller boy into the coffee table, causing him to topple over onto the couch.
"You bitch!" James said, and next thing I knew, I was on the floor, a stabbing pain in my eye. James grabbed my arm, sat me up, and kissed me.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
"It's okay…"
The next day, James and I were hanging out with Kendall, Logan, and Carlos in the lobby. I was wearing sunglasses to hide the black eye James gave me.
"Krys, we're inside. You can take off the glasses," Carlos said.
"No, I don't want to," I said.
"Come on, it's really dark in here!" Logan said.
"I'm fine," I defended.
"That's it!" Kendall said, then reached for the glasses. I grabbed them and held on. Kendall managed to get them off of my face. Carlos was the first to gasp at the black eye.
"Oh, man, where did you get that black eye?" Carlos asked, causing Logan and Kendall to notice and shocked expressions to come across their faces.
"I was at tennis practice and one of the balls hit me in the eye," I explained.
"Krystye, can I talk to you in private?" Carlos asked.
"Sure, I guess," I said. We stood up and walked away, just out of earshot of the other guys.
"You didn't get hurt at tennis practice," Carlos said.
"What makes you say that?" I asked.
"Krys, I heard the screaming. You can't keep letting yourself get hurt like this," Carlos said.
"I know, but I love him and he loves me," I said. Carlos placed a hand on each side of my face.
"Krystyna, when you have nightly screaming matches, it doesn't say, 'We love each other.' It says 'We hate each other.' Please, for your safety and my sanity, break up with James," Carlos said.
"But I-" Carlos placed a finger on my lips to stop me from talking.
"We've been best friends since first grade. I know you by now. You don't love him, you just think you do. Please, you need to get out of your relationship," Carlos said quietly. He removed his hands from my face and we walked back to the others.
"So, what were you guys talking about?" James asked.
"Nothing you need to know about," Carlos bit back.
"Well, I'm getting tired. Goodnight, guys. Come on, Krystye," James said, grabbing my hand. I went with him, no fight. I saw the other guys follow us to 2J. James and I got inside and waited for the others to go to their bedrooms. We waited a few minutes before James stood up and faced me.
"What were you and Carlos doing?" James asked calmly.
"He was telling me about his latest breakup," I said without hesitation.
"No he wasn't. He looked like he was about to kiss you!" James said, his voice rising.
"Well, I would have rather he did than me have to deal with your abusiveness, James!" I shouted.
"What are you saying?" James said, getting in my face.
"I'm saying it's over," I said.
"What?" James said, backing away.
"We can stay friends, but the screaming matches have to stop," I said, my voice calm as ever.
"I'm so sorry that I hurt you. I understand what you're doing," James said. He pulled me into one last hug.
"Carlos was telling me to break up with you. I realized that he was right. I can't let you keep hurting me like this," I said.
"I'm sorry," James said, breaking the hug.
"It's okay, but it's still over," I said. James smiled and nodded. He retreated to the room he shared with Carlos. I sat on the couch and drifted off to sleep. A few minutes passed before I was being shaken awake. I looked at who was shaking me.
"Carlos?" I asked.
"Krystye, I heard about what you did. I'm proud of you," Carlos said. He pulled me into a hug.
"Now I can say what I've wanted to say for a good while," Carlos said.
"Me too," I said.
"I love you," we said together. We looked at each other for a minute before Carlos pressed his lips onto mine. When he broke the kiss, he smiled at me, and I smiled back.
"You don't know how long I've been working up the courage to say that to you," Carlos said.
"I realized that James wasn't the one I needed or wanted. I realized that I wanted to date you," I said.
"Want to be my girlfriend?" Carlos asked, taking my hand in his.
"Only if you'll be my boyfriend," I said.
"Then I take that as a yes?" Carlos said.
"Yes." Carlos and I shared another kiss.
