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dreamonseems · 11 months

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The Other Woman Part 2

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

Summary:Reader and Erling have been best friends since they were young. Reader is in love with Erling.

Ok, so I was going to make two parts, but then I thought I wanted to make three parts so I can explain Erling side of the story, so Part 2 is Erlings' thoughts.

I also write these super late at night, and I'm half asleep, so sometimes I don't proofread it as good.

As the evening unfolded, during the birthday celebration, Erling couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was awry. Deep within the recesses of his heart, an unsettling intuition took hold, whispering elusive secrets he yearned to uncover. It had been apparent for some time that a cloud of turmoil loomed over his friendship with Y/N, a tempestuous storm brewing silently beneath their surface interactions. Desperate to bridge the widening chasm between them, Erling had made countless attempts to breach the walls Y/N had erected around her emotions, only to be met with impenetrable silence.

With each passing day, the contours of their once-undying friendship morphed into something unrecognizable, leaving Erling grappling with an unsettling truth. He ached to pinpoint the precise moment when the tides of their connection had irrevocably shifted, but such admission required a vulnerability he was not yet prepared to embrace. Yet, if he were to trace the labyrinthine pathways leading to this inevitable juncture, he couldn't help but acknowledge the indelible mark that Isabel had imprinted upon their shared narrative.

Isabel's arrival had been an ethereal catalyst, forever altering the delicate equilibrium of their bond. Erling's innermost being recoiled at the thought of admitting it, for to do so, would be to confront his own culpability. But the undeniable truth remained interwoven within the fabric of his consciousness—a chilling awareness that their dynamics had begun to metamorphose from the moment Isabel graced their intertwined lives.

In the midst of the lavish festivities, Erling's gaze flickered discreetly towards Y/N, a longing etched upon his features. Her eyes, once vibrant with laughter, now concealed a world of unspoken pain. He yearned to unearth the depths of her anguish to bridge the yawning chasm that threatened to devour their once-untainted connection. Yet, he remained tethered to the fringes of uncertainty, unwilling to confront the inevitable truth that lay dormant within his soul.

As the night wore on, conflicting emotions danced across Erling's countenance. Love and concern mingled with the fear of irreparable loss. With each passing moment, the weight of his unexpressed feelings threatened to suffocate him, a relentless reminder of the delicate tightrope he had treaded for far too long.

Deep within the recesses of Erling's being, a secret of immense weight lurked, its existence shrouded in fear and guarded by layers of apprehension. For an eternity, he had harbored an all-consuming love for Y/N, a love that burned with an intensity known only to the hearts of star-crossed souls. Yet, the sheer terror of unmasking his emotions, his fear, held him captive within the confines of secrecy. He couldn't fathom a world in which their cherished friendship might disintegrate under the weight of his confession.

Day after day, Erling wove an intricate tapestry of deception, dexterously masking the yearning that pulsed through his veins. Each step he took was a calculated maneuver, designed to protect the fragile bond they shared, the bond he held so dear. The prospect of losing Y/N's friendship, of shattering the bond that held their worlds in harmony, was a fate too unbearable to contemplate. So he locked away his feelings, determined to preserve their connection at any cost.

Time passed, and within the labyrinthine corridors of Erling's heart, his love for Y/N grew with an unyielding fervor. As a young teenager, he grappled with the intricacies of his own heart, attempting to decipher the enigmatic language of love.

In a rare moment of courage, Erling decided to lay bare the truth that had taken root within him, to unravel his heart and give it as an offering to Y/N. The day was etched in his mind, a moment of hope and trepidation that unfolded with each passing hour. But as fate would have it, destiny played a cruel hand. Unbeknownst to Erling, the universe conspired to test the boundaries of his resolve.

In the hushed corridors of Y/N home, Erling unwittingly overheard Y/N confiding in a friend, her words a dagger that pierced his heart. The revelation that she viewed him solely as a brother—a confidant untethered by the chains of romantic love—shattered Erling's spirit. Devastation engulfed him, threatening to drown the flame of his love beneath the torrential waves of desire. In that agonizing moment, he made a choice—a choice to bury his love deep within the recesses of his soul, to shield Y/N from the weight of his emotions, and to preserve the precious friendship that had sustained them through the trials of time.

And so, as the seasons unfurled, Erling found solace in the embrace of destiny. The serendipitous arrival of Isabel, a celestial interloper in their intertwined tale, presented him with a semblance of respite—a diversion from the unspoken desires that lay dormant within. In her presence, he discovered solace, a fleeting sanctuary that temporarily eclipsed the depths of his concealed love.

For an ephemeral moment in time, Erling found himself ensnared in the bewitching allure of Isabel. Her radiant beauty, her intellectual prowess, her athletic prowess—she possessed every attribute that society deems desirable in a partner. In her embrace, he experienced fleeting contentment, a respite from the tumultuous emotions that had plagued his heart. He allowed himself to be consumed by the illusion of happiness, surrendering to the allure of a love that appeared within reach. They loomed perfect together, a great match.

Yet, beneath the surface, guilt gnawed at Erling's conscience. He was acutely aware that his connection with Isabel was shrouded in a veil of transience. Though she envisioned a future brimming with shared dreams—cohabitation, marriage, children—he could never summon the same fervor for their envisioned life together. The image of Isabel as his wife, the mother of his children, failed to materialize within his mind. Despite the passing of two years in her company, he remained incapable of envisioning a future in which they were bound as one forever.

Desperation clung to Erling's heart like a persistent specter, urging him to grasp onto the illusion of happiness he had crafted. He yearned to dismiss his love for Y/N to sever the tendrils of affection that tethered him to a realm of unrequited longing. He made valiant attempts to mold his emotions, to will himself into loving Isabel. But try as he might, he could never conjure the the same passion for Isabel. Like the one that resided within him for Y/N. She held the key to his future, the embodiment of the love he craved with an unquenchable thirst.

Yet, despite his internal struggle, Erling persisted in his endeavor to embrace the connection he shared with Isabel. He willed himself to reciprocate her love, to envision a life interwoven with hers. But the truth, raw and unyielding, remained steadfast—his heart belonged to another, to Y/N.

In the depths of his soul, Erling harbored an understanding that the time for farewell was drawing near, that the small bond he had forged with Isabel was approaching its twilight hour. Though he fought against the inevitable with every fiber of his being, he knew that the path he treaded alongside Isabel could not sustain the weight of a future built on half-hearted devotion. The shadows of his unrequited love for Y/N cast a pall over his relationship, eclipsing the light of their shared moments.

Erling's heart, torn asunder, longed for resolution—a resolution that could only be found in the arms of his beloved Y/N. Within her, he glimpsed his future.

In the dimly lit room, Erling found himself ensnared in emotions, his very essence hanging in delicate balance. By his side, Isabel, unaware of the tumultuous tempest brewing within him, observed the ethereal figure of Y/N as she took center stage. With each passing minute, Erling's grip on reality seemed to wane, as if the air itself grew thin and elusive. His breath, once a steady rhythm, now faltered and hitched, as if the weight of unsaid words pressed upon his chest.

As Y/N's gaze met his own, a surge of electricity coursed through Erling's veins, igniting a primal fire within him. His heart, a captive beast, roared with a ferocity that threatened to escape his chest. Fear gripped him tightly, like icy tendrils coiling around his soul. He wondered if others could perceive the intensity of his emotions, if the sound of his thunderous heartbeat echoed in the cavernous void around him.

Y/N's voice, laden with a poignant vulnerability, weaved its way into the of his being. He could not comprehend the meaning behind her tears, the significance of the melancholic melody that filled the air. Questions surged within him, their answers eluding his grasp like wisps of smoke. What did her tears signify? What did the song whisper in its haunting verses? And why, oh why, did her gaze remain locked on him alone?

Amidst the storm raging within him, one truth pierced through the haze of confusion—enough was enough. The time for cowardice had come to an end. Erling's resolve solidified, like molten steel forged in the fires of determination. He could no longer deny the yearning that pulsed within his veins, the fervent desire to break free from the chains that bound him to a love that was merely a shadow of his true desires.

With a trembling heart and newfound determination, Erling knew that he had to release Isabel from the grasp of his half-hearted affections. She deserved more, deserved to be pursued by someone who could love her without doubt. And as for himself, he had to embark on a perilous journey, chasing the elusive future that beckoned him with outstretched arms.

In that moment, amidst the bittersweet emotions, Erling made a silent vow. He would cast aside his fears, discard the cloak of uncertainty, and venture forth into uncharted territory. His path was uncertain, fraught with risks and unforeseen twists, but he knew deep within his soul that it was the only path worth pursuing.

As the final notes of Y/N's song reverberated through the air, echoing the symphony of their intertwined destinies, Erling's gaze met hers once more. And with unspoken words and untamed passion, their eyes locked, silently affirming the mutual understanding that change was imminent, that the threads that bound them to their current reality were fraying. The time had come for Erling to seize his own fate, to pursue the love that danced just beyond his reach, and to chase his future with unwavering determination.

Part 3

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