ROLL WITH IT [g.way x reader]

Chapter 24: If I Had A Dollar

There was the subtle noise of the door being unlocked, and then it opened by a crack — you slid inside, and immediately shut it again, before giving your full attention to Harvey. He was on the floor, slumped over by the toilet bowl, absolutely hammered, it was difficult to see.

"Hi," you whispered, crouching down in front of him. "What's going on?"

"He called me a faggot," Harvey mumbled, his hair covered his face.

You inhaled sharply. "Who?" you asked carefully, despite the fact that you had a suspicion you knew who.

"... Jimmy."

Your fists clenched, and you trembled with rage, trying to control yourself.

"It was just a little spat," Harvey continued, his words slurring, "I was just... talking about how people were weirdly homophobic... and he said it wasn't a big deal? So I kinda got in an argument with him, and... he just called me a faggot, then and there. Without any warning. And I could see he was serious about it and — he meant it in a derogatory way. He had this fucking awful... smile on his face, like he knew what it would do to me."

You stifled your anger for a moment, to take him by the arms, and pull him to his feet. "I'll punch him the next time I see him," you promised, through gritted teeth. "For now, can you get back upstairs? Mikey said you could crash in his room for a bit."'

"Mkay," Harvey groaned, allowing you to support him, as you guided him out of the bathroom, "I just don't wanna — see him," he mumbled.

"It's okay, you won't," you reassured him gently, pulling him through the living room, and towards the exit.

You were proved wrong merely two seconds later, when the bastard turned up just as you got to the last corridor, leading to the door.

"There you are!" he addressed Harvey, clearly also drunk, as Lindsey, who'd apparently left Gerard alone, giggled behind him, "I was looking for you — we didn't get to finish our argument, fucker! Why, you scared that you're wrong?"

Harvey didn't respond, only drooping.

"Aww, c'mon, it's not that serious! Get over yourself!"

Slowly, you took Harvey off you, and let him lean against the wall; he glanced at you in confusion. You planted your feet to the floor, frowning, as you looked at Jimmy, before you asked calmly, "Is it true that you called him a slur?"

"It's not a fucking slur," Jimmy rolled his eyes, and flapped his hand. "Literally everyone uses it. If anyone gets offended then they're a fucking piss baby who can't take a joke. Who's gonna stop me, anyway? Faggot, faggot, faggot — I've got a fucking song called that! It's exactly the same with n—"

You shook, and before you could stop yourself, you flung your fist forwards, and hit him straight in the gut.

The man groaned, doubling over, and falling to his knees; Lindsey stumbled away with a shocked expression, taken aback by your actions. You let out a shuddered sigh, your fingers throbbing since some of your knuckles had hit his ribs — "Racist, pedo fuck," you muttered, then grabbed Harvey again, and barged past Lindsey to the exit.

"You punched him," Harvey stuttered in disbelief.

"He had it coming," you responded shortly, walking him into the lift.

-

Harvey spent the night with you and Mikey, and you three all then decided to sleep in his room. The next morning, you felt groggy and pissed off, but thankfully, you didn't get to see MSI, since they weren't due for their next gig until the 19th, in Virginia. Somehow, Harvey barely recalled the night, nor how upset he'd been, though he certainly did remember your stomach punch.