Gives You Hell [NetherlandsxReader]

Gives You Hell
Request: TheNetherlandsxReader; Past!SpainxReader
Written for: SimplyPrussiaous
Warnings:.
It's R-12

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I wake up every evening


A little yawn escaped your mouth when you got up groggily. Glancing at your clock, you decided that you would have to get up, though. It was around 7 PM anyways.
You slowly sat up, stretching your arms and legs a bit before exiting the bed, making your way towards the window. Outside you could see that the sun was still shining rather brightly. Then again it was spring, and days were quite long now, so it’s no real surprise at all.


With a big smile on my face


You couldn’t help but grin a little.
A year ago, nobody would have thought that you would live in a huge apartment in Amsterdam. With enough money to buy a very, very expensive car. (Every month, if you wanted to.) With a work you loved so dearly – you had been able to reach your life goal: becoming a famous designer. And not just did you have money, an apartment and a nice car; the most important thing, to you at least, was your boyfriend. Fiancé. Soon-to-be husband.


 
And it never feels out of place

A year ago, that would have been a dream. A year ago, your ex dumped you. Of course, he took the house, the car and gave your engagement ring to his new fiancée. Heart-broken, you had no idea what to do. The fact that you didn’t have work couldn’t really make it better. Without a home, a job or a car, what did you have at all?
Your love? Yeah, right. That obviously wouldn’t vanish like he did.  Screw life.
Of course you also had noticed the change in Antonio’s and your relationship before. Of course you perceived how he began to take time off in lieu. That he had a fun time with his little lover… Well, you did not notice that. At all.


And you're still probably working


And only god knows what you would have done if it hadn’t been for Tim. The Dutchman turned out to be the only straight line in your changing life. However, he made you, for the first time, feel worthwhile. For the first time ever somebody wanted to know something about your designs. Hell, he was the one who gave you the courage to take the huge last step and make your lifeblood your job. And it was a huge success.


At a nine-to-five pace


And Tim didn’t just make you feel better about yourself. He didn’t just give you a place to stay. He didn’t just give you the trust and help you needed. He also turned out to be that person. The one person every girl hopes to find one day.


I wonder how bad that tastes


And true, he might be a little cold. But you surely managed to warm him; a little more each day. This relationship just seemed right.


When you see my face


You shook your head, turning your back towards the window, ‘Enough of these thoughts. I have to attend a gala tonight!’


Hope it gives you hell


After the usual showering, hair combing and teeth brushing, the tricky part began; what to wear?
You stared at the wardrobe for a few seconds before you decided that you would not take any longer than five or six minutes for your dress up. It didn’t matter after all. Your stylists would make something completely different with your hair and make-up anyway, and nobody would be able to complain about your dress then – Heck, your stylists could make a hessian sack sexy. And since you were a designer yourself, nobody would even dare to criticise your outfit.


Hope it gives you hell


You settled for a semi-long dress in your favourite colour and some fitting shoes. You didn’t even care to put on make-up (your stylists, Gwen and Joe, would be mad at you for making them work extra because they would have to remove your self-made make-up first) and why doing anything with your hair? Gwen would decide to re-do it again, anyway.


When you walk my way

And, even if you would look dishevelled nobody would care at all. It would be a ‘new, courageous idea of a young, modern designer’ and the people would probably consider that it was a part of your new collection that was soon to come.


Hope it gives you hell


Shooting your mirror reflexion one last happy grin, you waved yourself good-bye before finally getting your handbag and your mobile, exiting your apartment, whistling that song of the All-American Rejects. You couldn’t remember the lyrics, however you loved the rhythm.


Hope it gives you hell


All in all, your outfit was decent enough to satisfy you and, hopefully, your stylists. Actually, you still thought that stylists were unnecessary. Then again, yours were pretty damn good. And you really liked them. You considered them to be close friends.  


Now where's your picket fence, love?


“Would you look at that, please? Princess, you are actually letting us enjoy your company? How generous.”
You simply decided to ignore Gwen’s heavy sarcasm and answered with a big smirk, “I know, right?”
Gwen’s face grew red with anger – she really wasn’t a patient one to begin with, and you did take some time – and her left eyebrow began to twitch. That was one of her many quirks. Usually, it tended to be quite funny, but today she also seemed anxious. Then again, her former caretaker would be there – and she really thought of him as a father figure, even after she passed her finals in that university he taught at. (You didn’t even know there were schools that taught how to be a stylist. Then again, there’s something for everything nowadays…)

And where's that shiny car?

It wasn’t exactly that you were afraid now that you sat in the car that already drove off. But it wasn’t the truth to say that you weren’t at least a bit anxious about everything. After all, the whole world would watch you. One wrong step and you could trip and fall. And that really would be quite embarrassing. To say the least.

And did it ever get you far?

“Keep calm and carry on, [___Name___]. There are people out there that would love to take your place tonight. No matter what you do, you’ll enjoy this evening. And don’t let Gwen’s nervousness infect you. We all know how she can be at times.”
Gwen just grunted annoyed.
“I’m not anxious, just to let you know!” She said with a frown.
“Yeah, me neither!”
“Jeez, the two of you sure are a handful!”
A soft giggle escaped your lips – you couldn’t argue with that.


And you never seemed so tense, love

“Gwen. You’re awesome and your former caretaker will love what you do,” Joe said as if it was the most obvious thing on the entire planet. “[___Name___], you’re awesome, too. And you have Tim. I’m sure he’d throw himself in front of any kind of danger. What could possibly happen?”
Your mood brightened almost immediately. He was right. How could you forget that Tim would be there?


I've never seen you fall so hard

There had always been several things that made you uneasy. But never once had Tim not helped you to get over it fast.
He was a blessing; an angel sent from heaven, at least to you.


Do you know where you are?


As the seconds ticked by, you got somewhat tense again, though. The very moment Tim would be next to you – everything would be perfectly fine then, you knew that, so you tried not to think about it too much.

As the car stopped, you could hear loud voices from the outside and you knew that these were the cameras. Momentarily, you panicked and felt like collapsing right on spot, but somebody opened the door for you and extended a hand that you grabbed.
Tim.

And truth be told, I miss you (miss you)


Honestly, for a moment you felt like a stereotypical main character of a romance film, where the girl and the boy locked eyes with each other and every watcher rolled his eyes. Not that you minded. It kept unfitting thoughts out of your head.
Like, for example, how you miss him.


And truth be told, I'm lyin'

Tim, that is. Whenever he wasn’t there you couldn’t feel complete. There was something missing and you had no clue why.


Tomorrow you'll be thinking to yourself

Your eyes searched his, desperately looking for some spark in his eyes, for the confirmation that it wasn't just you that was so love sick and head-over-heels. And your mood immediately lightened as you saw just that certain spark.
To say that you felt contend was one huge understatement.

Yeah, "where'd it all go wrong?"

Your smile brightened as he helped you out of the car. You were sure the cameras were all on you, mainly because both of you weren't just lovey-dovey, but there was that engagement ring that you didn't even bother to hide to begin with.

But the list goes on and on

This time, you were sure that you wouldn't regret your yes as he asked. And you wouldn't ever be able to say no to Tim anyway. He was so charming, so cute and so protective, so, so...
He was just your prince.

But truth be told, I miss you

But of course you sometimes just had to thought about Antonio. His hazel eyes, his chocolate hair and his tanned body. His bright smile...

And truth be told, I'm lying

...And the way you thought it would be eliminated once he saw photos of the rather passionate kiss you gave Tim right now, still main aim of the photographers.

When you see my face

Tim chuckled a bit, knowing what you did full well, encouraging you by wrapping his arms around your waist. As you stopped, you saw his slightly disappointed grin, but he soon looked serious again. He took your hand again, before pointing out that you probably should get going.
Well, he did have a point there.

Now you'll never see

And you knew he would see the pictures and the ring and he'd regret how he left you behind. And truly, he'd never feel the despair you felt, but he would suffer no less. At least you hoped, because he deserved it, big time.

What you've done to me

You were highly satisfied as you read your favourite magazine the next week. You actually managed to be on the front page. There was no way that he wouldn't see.
No way that he could ignore this even if he intended too.

You can take back your memories

Speculations about the ring filled most magazines and newspapers, leaving you more than a little smug. Of course they assumed the right thing. And as you saw yourself on the news, you grinned more than a little sadistic.
That's just how life plays it's game, is it not?