mutuality | wroetoshaw

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This will probably be a little confusing at the start, but if you're willing to give it some time and let it progress, I promise it will be worth it!! Also, for those of you heartbroken over my other stories, I promise this one will have a happy ending!! (although no promises for zero heartbreak along the way) 

DISCLAIMER: the timeline in this story is slightly different to that in real life, but it is essential for the plot! Most things will be the same, but you will notice some differences!

The main things to note are:

Matilda and Kon are 22 when this story starts, everyone else is their own age :)

Enjoy!!

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NOVEMBER, 2022

"Shit, fuck, shit!" 

The expletives left his mouth, and I was able to hear them all the way out in the hallway, from my bed, which I was very happily tucked under. For a moment I considered just yelling back to ask what had happened, but I decided against it. It was probably about time I left it anyway.

Checking the time, I realised I'd been lazing around for a lot longer than I'd intended to, with it now being nearly three in the afternoon. That was what happened when you engrossed yourself in a newly released book with your phone charing on the other side of the room. I was bound to lose track of time. 

I left my room, slightly annoyed that I had just gotten to a good part in the storyline, but I knew that dealing with whatever was going on outside was the better idea. 

I saw a very frustrated looking Kon in our shared hallway, who was just finishing up an argument over the phone. At least he was being slightly quieter than he had been when he must've arrived home. I was a little worried about who was on the other side of the phone, and prayed it wasn't the girl he's been talking to recently, Kirsty. 

If it was, he was going to be having some serious words with me about how to treat a potential girlfriend. 

Kon and I had met in school, attending the same university and our shared love of photography. I'd never particularly liked the term 'best friend', feeling as if it often excluded people, but I guess if I was to sum up our friendship, it would be just that. So much so, that we ended up moving in together as roommates after university. 

I'd always loved London, and wanted to stay here after graduation, and he got a job working with a group of influencers (as he called them, anyway) who were based in central London. It was working out pretty well, and it had now been over a year since he started working with them. He seemed to be enjoying it, and I enjoyed my job.

Until I didn't. 

I had been working with a modelling agency up until September of this year. I was one of their photographers, but then the agency lost three of their top models and because of the poor management we ended up going bankrupt pretty quickly. We ended up with a small payout as compensation, and it had kept me afloat until recently, where my spending was exceeding my income. 

I hadn't told anyone about it yet, not even Kon, who believed my payout was a lot more than I'd ended up telling him. I hated burdening people with my own issues, and I was quite reclusive in that way. I tended to keep to myself unless I was around the right people, and even then I would still remain to myself if possible. 

I turned my attention back to my friend in front of me, who had finally realised I was standing in the hallway too. 

"Right, well. Thanks for telling me, then. I guess I'll see you in the morning?" He asks, the passive aggressiveness evident in his tone. "Okay. Bye," he finishes, and drops the phone back into the pocket.