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Donovan: Love At First Sight

Donovan x Reader

Anon: Are you taking requests? If so, I would love something with Donovan and a living human (preferably female) reader. I love love love soulmate fluff, if you don’t mind. Maybe he lures her to a hotel room as a potential victim but then sees his name on her and his plans change? 

- Here you go, anon. Hope you liked it <3


A man you met on tinder planned to meet you at the Hotel Cortez. You’ve spent over 30 minutes waiting at the bar and he was nowhere to be found, you figured he stood you up. 

“Care for a drink now, hun?” The bartender, you learned her name is Liz, asked. Putting your phone down, you replied. “Yeah, might as well. I’ll have a Long Island." 

"Right away.” Liz smiled and started making your drink. 

“Thanks." 

Out of nowhere, this man sat next to you, then immediately spoke to Liz. "I got her drink, Liz. Just get me a whiskey.” He winked at you. “I’m Donovan. What’s your name, doll face?" 

"Y/N.” You blushed. “You didn’t have to, but thank you.” Those beautiful blue eyes drew you in so fast, it was almost hypnotizing. 

“Don’t worry about it.” He waved a hand. “But hey, Liz’s drinks are awfully expensive. How about you come to my room? I mean, it’s free." 

"I’m sorry, but I’m not like that. And besides, I just met you?” You said to Donovan, with a questionable look on your face. He came off pretty strong. That definitely was a bold move for him to make. 

“Oh no no no. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m having a small party in my room. I promise you, it’s completely harmless.” He looks to Liz for assistance. “You can trust me.” You look at Liz and she nods, then Donovan looks back at you and smiles. 

“Uh, okay sure. My date stood me up anyways, so why not.” You shrugged your shoulders and chugged your drink. I mean why not? It’s not like you had anything else better to do, anyways. “Hold on, let me go use the bathroom real quick." 

"Yeah yeah, go for it." 

As you started heading to the bathroom, Liz walks around the bar to stand next to Donovan. "Poor girl, she doesn’t know what’s coming to her." 

"She is beautiful. I bet her blood tastes amazing.” Donovan licks his lips.

Liz reaches over for a towel, then makes her way to start wiping down the tables.

Minutes later you come back. “Okay, I’m ready.” “Perfect. After you.” Donovan puts his arm straight out, guiding you to walk first towards the elevator. 

“So how long are you staying here?” You asked Donovan. 

“I live here, actually. My girlfriend recently dumped me too.” Donovan looks down and starts fiddling with his fingers. 

“Oh I’m sorry to hear that. Why? If you don’t mind me asking." 

"She um, just wasn’t ready to commit to me. She wanted to be with someone else, I guess.” Donovan sighs. 

“Wow really? That’s surprising.” You looked up at Donovan and patted his arm.

“And why’s that?” Donovan looked at you and asked. “Well I mean, to be honest you’re very handsome and you seem like a nice person. She doesn’t deserve you.” You said, sounding as genuine as you can. 

He smiles at your remark. That’s the nicest thing he’s heard anyone say that him in awhile, besides his mother. “You really think so, Y/N?" 

Finally reaching the elevator, you let’s you in first, then presses the button for the 5th floor. 

"Yeah I do. I know we just met. But I mean it.” You said, placing a piece of hair behind your ear. 

Hearing what he heard from you just may have changed his mind about making you his snack. The elevator was silent while he thought about what you said: Was what Elizabeth and I had real or was it just lust? Did she ever even love me? Is Y/N supposed to be my soulmate? I mean, she is very pretty and nice too. As thirsty as I am for blood, I can’t do this to this poor girl. Does she like me or is she just saying nice things to make me feel better? God dammit.

Donovan looks at you. You noticed from the corner of your eye, so you looked back at him and smiled. 

DING! 

After the both of you walk out of the elevator, you continued to follow Donovan. “So how many people are at this party of yours?" 

"Not much. Just two.” Donovan responds. 

“Oh.” You said, sounding surprised. A party to you is 10+ people. But whatever. You went along with it. 

Reaching to Room 54, Donovan grabs a key from his pocket and unlocks the door. Entering the room, you see a gorgeous woman with thick wavy girls and an elderly woman with large glasses on. 

“Y/N, this is Iris.” Donovan puts a hand on your back and uses the other hand to point at Iris. 

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Iris walks up to you and shakes your hand, sniffing the air. She could smell the blood running through your veins. “Pleasure meeting you. You smell good.”

“Um, thanks.” You smiled, trying not to feel awkward. 

Then, Donovan points at the other woman. “And this is Ramona." 

She definitely had a strong personality by the way she carries herself. "Well she’s a pretty little thang you got here, Donovan.” Ramona said with a loud tone and strong attitude. It intimidated you a little. 

“Thank you, Ramona.” You replied, putting your hands behind your back while slowly spinning your body left and right. 

Donovan looks at you and says with a low tone. “Hey Y/N, can you give us a sec?" 

"Yeah sure. Of course.” While the three of them walked a few feet away to talk, you sat on the edge of the bed, then took your phone out of your purse to go through it to pass time. 

“Okay you guys, I know what this is supposed to be. But I’ve changed my mind about her.” Donovan whispers, while glancing at you to make sure you couldn’t hear. 

Ramona sat down, then shook her dead in disagreement. “Whatchu mean, boy? So you’re telling me that she ain’t our snack? Because momma’s hungry.” She really was hungry for blood and was disappointed that Donovan promised to provide that for them and didn’t.

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“No. I mean, she was. But not anymore.” Donovan added. 

“What are you talking about, Donovan?” Iris asked in confusion. 

“Boy fell in love. Love at first sight, hm?” Ramona asked.

“Something like that. She’s different. That’s the vibe I got off of her.” Donovan answers. It’s true, he felt something for you after what you said to him. He thought Elizabeth was the one, but it may even be you. He was willing to take the risk. 

Ramona rolls her eyes. “Yeah yeah yeah." 

Iris puts her hand on Donovan’s chest, looking at him in acceptance. "That’s alright, son. Don’t worry about it." 

The three of them break their secret circle. You noticed, so you put your phone back in your purse. With Ramona’s loud voice, she says, "Well it was nice meetin’ you sweetheart, but I gotta get going." 

"Me too.” Iris smiles at you. 

“Aw already? I just got here.” You pouted. Donovan said it was a party, so you expected a party. 

“Yeah, Miss Ramona is gonna go grab a bite to eat, then get some rest.” Ramona says as she hugs you goodbye, then walks towards the door, holding it open for Iris. “Donovan, you take care of that girl. Ya hear?” Ramona says to Donovan. You couldn’t tell if she meant it or if she was being sarcastic, from the way her personality is. 

“And Liz needs me at the check in desk. But it was nice meeting you, dear.” Iris waves goodbye to you and follows out with Ramona. 

Once the room accompanied only you and Donovan, you stood up and asked. “That’s it? Some party." 

At the table fit for two, Donovan sat down. "Yeah but that’s alright. I’m fine with it being just the two of us.” Still sitting, he pulls the chair out next to him and pats it for you to sit down. 

You realized Donovan had a point, which you agreed to. “Same here.” You sat down. On the table was a bottle of whiskey and a few glasses, you poured yourself and Donovan a glass. 

Donovan looks at you, mesmerized. “So Y/N, have I told how beautiful you look?”

late night fights

a/n: so so sorry for the long wait to the lovely anon who requested a Nate imagine. Hope you like it, I tried to follow your request as close as possible, just know I worked on this for like 3 days, constantly rewriting, so sorry if you still don’t like it, but I put lots of work into it, so please enjoy

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I was currently in the kitchen, making dinner for my boyfriend, Nate. I met Nate 3 and a half years ago at a Future concert. I could barely see anything over the guy that towered in front of me, and someone behind me drunkenly ran into me, shoving me into him.

He turned around with this angry look on his face, but it softened when he saw me. Despite his change in attitude I was still freaking out, blame it on my generous, caring nature, so I immediately started to apologize.

We started talking a bit, and he let me stand in front of him so I could see. After the concert we went out for drinks, and we just really hit it off. 6 months later he asked me to be his girlfriend, and here we are. 3 years later, happy as can be.

Nate and Swazz were currently at the studio. Nate’s been spending a lot of time there lately. Leaving as soon as he wakes up, and getting home at like 3 in the morning. I was pretty worried, despite being together for 3 years, there was always these gorgeous girls throwing themselves at him, and I couldn’t help but feel like he would dump me for them, cause well, I’m just plain ordinary me. Nothing special, and definitely don’t look like those girls.

But, Nate promised to come home for dinner tonight at 8, so here I was, getting things ready at 7:30.

At 8, I had everything finished, and I was dressed in some black ripped jeans and a white pocket tee. I busied yourself until Nate got home, throwing in a load of his laundry, cleaning up a bit in the living room. I laid down on the couch, watching tv, waiting for Nate to come home.

I woke up at 9:30, and Nate still wasn’t home. I was so over it at this point. I put the food away and went up to our room and changed into some leggings and a big tee shirt.

I threw my hair up in a messy bun, took off my make up. I was just lounging around, waiting for Nate to get home. I was constantly checking my phone, and saw that Nate was tweeting, posting pictures on insta, liking pictures on insta and his snapchat was full of pics and videos of him and the boys and then some with him and Stass, and Emily.

I finally decided to just go to bed, giving up on waiting for him to come home. By now it was 3 in the morning, so I figured he wasn’t coming home.

I woke up the next morning at like 7 am to a loud crashing noise downstairs. All to familiar with the sound I walked down to see Nate stumbling in. I stood on the stairs as Nate closed the door and went over and sat on the couch.

“another late night?” I asked from the stairs, Nate not even turning to look at me.

“don’t start with this shit right now (y/n).” he groaned.

“start with what Nate? I was just asking.” I said, with obvious sarcasm.

“I don’t wanna talk about this right now. Please get me some asprin.”

“If we don’t talk about this now Nate, when are we going to?” and finally he turned and looked at me. He looked like hell.

“(y/n) what do you possibly have to say that I haven’t already heard? Now get me some damn asprin.” He said, turning back around.

“get your own damn asprin Nate. I’m sick and tired of this. I never see you, and when we do see each other all we do is fight.” I threw my hands up. He got up off the couch and turned to look at me, clearly feeling hungover as he swayed a bit.

“have you thought maybe I spend all my time at the studio or out with the guys to avoid you? Your constant bitching and complaining. 90% of our fights are because of you. Your fucking insecurities drive me up a fucking wall. I can’t hang out with the boys without you freaking out about a girl that’s there? Like you don’t fucking trust me? Well I don’t wanna be with someone who doesn’t fucking trust me.” He yelled.

Taken aback by his response I was left shocked, but quickly spoke my mind.

“damn straight I don’t trust you” I lied, just so pissed at his accusation, and the fact he wouldn’t wanna be with me over some petty shit like that. “You think I wanna be with someone who’s constantly out fucking around? Do you even do anything besides smoke weed and drink with the guys? When was the last time you even released a new song? Or even recorded one? I don’t wanna be with someone who clearly doesn’t even wanna be in a relationship.” I screamed.

“well you know where the fucking door is.” He yelled, shocking both of us I think. I know I was shocked, and when his eyes went wide with the realization of what he said, I think he was just as shocked as I was. I bit my lip and started shaking my head as I ran upstairs into our room, ignoring Nate calling my name.

I grabbed a backpack and just started throwing random shit in it. A bra and like two extra pairs of panties. Like 3 shirts, 2 pair of leggings, socks, a pair of shorts. I tossed my charger in the bag and grabbed my purse with my keys and money and opened the bedroom door and headed downstairs.

Nate was walking out of the kitchen, tossing some asprin in his mouth as I reached the bottom step. I started heading towards the door but he called out, making me stop and turn around.

“what are you doing?” he asked.

“clearly this isn’t working anymore Nate, so I’m doing both of us a favor and leaving.” I spoke, turning back around and pulling open the door. “bye Nate.” I said, as I closed the door behind me.

I got in my car and started it, and saw Nate pull open the front door, looking at me as I backed out of the driveway. I immediately called Swazz, knowing he would help me. On the phone I explained what happened and he immediately offered me his guest bedroom. I told him I’d be over soon and hung up.

Swazz and I had been friends for as long as I had known Nate. We became so close that the first 6 months of my relationship with Nate, whenever everyone would go out, everyone would assume Swazz and I were dating. And Nate did have his suspicions of us having a thing, but he was just too much of an older brother.

Swazz let me in and it was when I saw him and he asked what happened that I finally broke down. I started bawling my eyes out, and Swazz let me cry all over his tee. He was always so helpful in my relationship with Nate, always offering advice when something was bothering me.

I eventually fell asleep, needing some rest. I woke up at around 4 pm, and walked down the hall. I heard Swazz on the phone.

Yeah man, she’s here.

No I wouldn’t do that. You two both need some time to calm down and just think about things.

Okay, you know I will.

And then he hung up. Judging by the conversation, it was no doubt Nate. Swazz and I sat around and watched some movies, but at around 8 he let me take a shower, knowing that always calms me down, and he let me borrow one of his shirts, knowing I was so used to wearing Nate’s big ones. Once I was done, despite taking a nap, I went to bed right afterwards.

The next morning I woke up and decided to check my phone to see if Nate had tried to contact me. The second I unlocked my phone, my notifications were blowing up. Twitter was going crazy, so I checked to see a bunch of screenshots of Nate out again last night. Pictures of him and Stass everywhere.

Then there was a video, from snapchat, so obviously it was on is story if fans were able to save it and tweet it. It was him and Stass out at a club. Yeah, her giving him a lap dance hurt like a bitch. But what killed was the next part, where they’re literally sitting there making out.

That was when my world shattered. 3 years and the same day we break up he’s already out with another girl. So aggravated I screamed and threw my phone at the wall. Swazz came in and his face softened when he saw me. I looked up at him and broke down.

“why” I broke down, but Swazz came and sat on bed with me, holding me in his arms as I had another break down. Again Swazz stopped me from having another panic attack, and just let me lay in bed for the day. Around 7 I decided, if he was out living up the single life, then I would too.

I don’t pay hundreds of dollars to be wasting it with my tears over some fucker. No, I deserved to go out and have the time of my life, like any other single girl would do. So I said fuck it and decided I was going out tonight.

I dressed in black ripped skinny jeans and a plain white vneck, throwing on a leather jacket and finishing the outfit with a pair of black bootie wedges. I also curled my hair, and did my make up really nice. When Swazz saw me he kinda smiled.

“feeling better?” he asked.

“yeah, I’m just gonna go out for a bit.”

“alright, you have your key?”

“yeah, I’ll see ya”

And with that I was out the door. I found an uber and found myself at a little club. Immediately walking up to the bar and ordering 2 shots, downing them both almost immediately. I got a mixed drink and turned and looked at the dancefloor.

Some like 40 year old guy came up to me and started to hit on me. He asked me to dance with him, but I kindly declined. But he didn’t give up. He reached out and grabbed my wrist, trying to pull me out, but I fought a bit. Suddenly another hand was around my waist and my thoughts were ‘I’m going to die, they’re going to rape me and kill me.’ But I was wrong.

“hey bud, mind letting go of my girl?” the guy next to me spoke, his voice low and smooth. I turned and looked at him. He was tall and hot as hell, looked my age, maybe a year or two older. Kinda long shaggy hair, but it was quiffed up a bit. And his smile, god his smile.

“oh this is your girl?” the 40 year old asked.

“yeah, and I’d appreciate if you would get your hands off her and leave her alone.”

“she’s a prude anyway.” The older guy scoffed and walked away.

I turned and looked up at the guy with his arm still around me, resting on my waist, a little lower and closer to my butt.

“thank you.” I smiled.

“hey anything for a pretty girl.” He smiled. “I’m Derek.”

“(y/n)”

And the rest of the night, we hung out. We sat at the bar, and got drink after drink. He had his hand constantly on me, somehow, someway, and always very sensual. Like, he would rub up and down my thigh, or take my hand. We were very very flirty all night, sexual tension obvious between us.

“hey, uh don’t look now, but that creep from earlier is looking over here.” Derek whispered in my ear, pulling back slightly and looking at me. I bit my lip and smiled.

“let’s give him something to look at then.”

And Derek, reading my mind, caressed my cheek with one hand, the other resting on my thigh, as my hand held onto his arm, and the other resting on his shoulder as our lips met.

What started as a sweet innocent kiss, turned heated fast and suddenly our tongues were fighting for dominance. I pulled back to catch my breath and Derek smiled at me.

“you wanna get outta here?”

And in that moment I thought about Nate. I still cared about him, but he no doubt fucked Stass after that video, and they say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.

“yes.” I said breathlessly.

Next thing I know, me and Derek are walking out of the club hand in hand. He called an uber and the second we were in and he told them his address, we were both all over each other.

We stumbled into his place, sloppily making out, neither of us caring how many pieces of furniture we ran into. First it was the side table, then the back of the couch, then the tv, then the speakers, and after that the armrest of the couch, causing us both to fall back onto the couch, Derek landing on top of me.

“are you sure you want to?” he pulled up and asked.

“yes, please.” I said breathlessly, and next thing I know our lips are attached.

Clothes started flying off and next thing I know Derek is inside of me, no foreplay needed. It felt so good. He felt so good. I was a moaning mess within minutes. The sound of skin slapping and both our moans filled the room, and when we both finally released, Derek collapsed on top of me.

He grabbed a sheet and covered us and within minutes we were both asleep.

The next morning I woke up to the sound of a doorbell. I turned and nudged a still sleepy Derek.

“Derek, someone’s at the door.” I groaned, still tired.

“can you get it babygirl?” he groaned, eyes still closed.

“what the fuck am I supposed to do?”

“just ask what they want, if they explain why they’re here, don’t let them in, if they say they gotta see me, let em in.” He spoke, running his hand down his face, slowly waking up.

I got off the couch and threw on Derek’s shirt, not knowing where mine was. I also threw on his boxers, my panties lost. I started heading towards the door and turned to see Derek finally sitting up, but before I opened the door I yelled at him.

“if you’re about to have company you might wanna put some pants on.”

“babygirl, if you wanted to see me in the morning, all you had to do was ask.” He smirked, standing up and letting the sheet fall, his manhood standing at full attention. Morning wood. I laughed and turned to open the door, looking down still.

“can I help y-“ I stopped short, looking up to see Nate. My eyes wide, his just filled with confusion. He then looked me up and down and suddenly his jaw clenched. He didn’t say anything, just pushed open the door and brushed past me.

“LUH, THE FUCK YOU AT?” Nate screamed, I followed after him, stopping right behind him as he saw Derek in the living room, fixing his shorts.

“hey wassup Skate?”

“YOU FUCKED MY GIRL?” Nate hissed, his hands in fists, ready to throw punches.

“didn’t know yall were together.” Derek spoke, calm as hell.

“well, we were, but, fuck it man, it doesn’t matter, You still fucked my girl.” Nate spoke.

Derek was about to speak again, but Nate had ran up and punched him. The two guys breaking out into a fist fight.

“guys.” I tried, but they didn’t respond.

“Guys!” I yelled louder, yet no response again.

“GUYS” I tried again, but they paid no attention.

“NATE” I yelled, grabbing his arm, and he stopped, holding Derek by the collar, and Nate’s angry look disappeared and his face filled with sorrow. Nate let go of Derek, throwing him down onto the floor.

I made sure Derek was okay, and once I got him off the ground and onto the couch, I turned and looked at Nate.

“what the fuck was that.”

“what the fuck was that? What the fuck is my girlfriend doing at my best friends house in his fucking clothes?” Nate growled, looking between me and Derek. My eyes went wide.

“wait, y-you know each other?” I stuttered.

“yeah, Nate’s family. He got me on his label.” Derek said from the couch.

“wait what?”

“why do you think I’ve been at the studio so much ma? I’ve been working with Derek. Yeah, sometimes we all get a little sidetracked and start fucking around, but other than that it’s been late nights with Derek.” Nate explained. “look, can we talk?”

“uh, yeah.” I said, and Nate took my hand and dragged me into Derek’s kitchen. I leaned against the counter, and Nate stood across from me.

“look, I’m sorry okay. I was an idiot. I shouldn’t have said the shit I did, and I definitely should have stopped you from leaving. I was an ass.” Nate spoke out.

“No Nate, you were right. I should have just trusted you.”

“no (y/n) you were right. I should be spending more time with you, it’s not right for me to spend all my time at the studio or out with the boys, when I could be spending it with my girl.”

“Nate, I didn’t mean what I said. I understand you’re at the studio a lot and working really hard. I just got upset because I thought you would rather go out with the guys then be with me. I- I thought you didn’t love me anymore.” I admitted, looking shyly up at Nate.

His mouth dropped, and in the blink of an eye Nate was in front of me, my face in his hands and his lips on mine. After he pulled back, he looked at me, hands still holding my face.

“babygirl, of course I love you. I’m always gonna love you, don’t you ever doubt that. I never knew what love was until I met you, so you best believe I ain’t ever gonna throw what we got away.” He smiled. “I love you way too much ma.”

“I love you too Nate.”

“so does that mean you’re gonna come back home?” he smiled.

“yeah, I’m coming back home.”

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Love That Last

I was so excited! I got to see my best friend for the first time in two months. I smiled down at my carry on. I chuckled to myself Niall was going to totally freak out about me coming to see him. I mean I scraped together a lot of money to come and visit him in Italy, which he will probably kill me over because he ‘could have paid for it’. I walked out of the airport and hailed a taxi or cab or whatever they call them here. 

“Where to miss?” The Italian drive asked me and I rattled off the name of Niall’s hotel. I was so excited after all it had been forever. We pulled up to my hotel and I handed the driver my money. 

“Keep the change.” I said as a swiftly exited the car. I exhaled I was so excited for this. I pulled out my phone and began to drag my carryon with me. I dialed the oh so familiar number.

“'lo?”

“Hey Ni, what are you doing right now?” I asked as I entered the lobby. 

“Sitting in my room.”

“Oh that sounds fun.” I said sarcastically. 

I knew that Niall had rolled his eyes. “Just loads. What’s up?”

“Not  much just got to my place.” I said which wasn’t a lie I was at the my place for the next few nights. I walked up to the clerk and handed over my papers. The women nodded at me and began to type  my information into her computer. I pulled my credit card out and slid it to her and she smiled gratefully at me before retrieving it.

“It’s really loud,” Niall stated.

“Yeah neighbors are throwing another party.”

“Y/N you can always call the po-”

“It’s fine Ni.” I said as the women handed me a recite and my paper work along with my card back to me. I quickly signed the receipt and gave it to her. She slid me my key card and motioned to the number on the paper covering I nodded at her. and mouthed 'thank you’. Before turning and walking to the elevators.

“Listen Ni I have an idea since we are both bored.”

“Great what is it?”

“I’ll call you back in ten minutes sound good?” I hung up quickly and shoved my iPhone into my pocket. I punched the third floor button to head to my room. When the elevator doors dinged I ran out and booked it to my room as fast as I could. 

“325….327….329….331 this is it.” I said out loud to myself and swiped my key card through. I dragged my carry on into the room and quickly. Thought about how I was actually going to surprise Niall without him catching on. I retrieved my phone from my pocket and  I quickly dialed Niall back.

“Y/N.” Niall said immediately.

I chuckled. “Ni.”

“What is this so called idea you have?”

“Okay I’m at the store and I’m going to pick something out and you have to guess what it is.”

“Y/N this is kinda stupid.”

 I rolled my at him, “I don’t care. You are going to go to the lobby and into the gift shop and do the same. Call me back when you get there. ” I quickly hung up this was going to be so good.I chuckled at myself I mean this was pretty ridiculous. I heard my phone ring and noticed that it was Niall.

“That was fast.” I said.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay boss what are my instructions?”

I grabbed my card key and walked out of my hotel room towards the elevator and decided that the stairs were a better choice. I quickly made my way down the flights. “Easy pick something out that reminds you of me.”

“Okay…” Niall responded as he trailed off. Which meant that he was really thinking about it. 

I reached the lobby level and took a deep breath and made my way to the gift shop. I spotted Niall wearing his Cowboy snapback along with a white t-shirt and jeans. I smiled a little at my best friend. 

Niall spoke again, “Alright. Now what?" 

"Describe it.” I said before putting my phone on mute. When I entered the shop Niall didn’t notice me which almost caused me to laugh. He was staring at a postcard and I couldn’t see what was on it. 

“It's….cute in a way…and is tender at times…” Niall said.

What in the hell was he looking at I wondered as he stared at it. 

“Oh really”, I said out loud as I walked up behind him. 

“Yeah….” Niall must not have noticed that I didn’t use the phone. 

I peered around him and it was a picture of apes. “Oh my god! NIALL!” I exclaimed. 

Which resulted in him tensing up. I realized that he thought I was a crazed fan who wanted a picture and an autograph.

Niall turned and faced me. “Do you want a pic-Y/N?” Niall said surprised.

“Ni….” I glared at him playfully.

He began to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly. 

“Apes? Really Niall?”

“It was that or male gladiators.”

I chuckled at him. “I don’t even want to know why either of those things remind you of me.”

Niall hugged me tightly and I felt his chest vibrate as he laughed at my response.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to surprise you goofy!” I said cheerfully.

“Well you got me alright.." 

"Good to hear.” I said smiling. 

“Come on let’s go to my room.” Niall said and we quickly exited the shop and headed up to Niall’s room. When we arrived at Niall’s we both flopped onto his bed. 

“So…does Matt know you’re here?” Niall asked.

I sighed. “Actually yes." 

Niall looked a little disappointed. You see Matt was a 'bad boy’ at least at my school and we dated, I dumped him before coming to see Niall, for like two months. He treated my pretty bad, not one of those he beat the crap out of me, more like an exhausting fighting and ignoring relationships. Truth was after my boyfriend of two and a half years cheated on me I dated crap guys like Matt knowing that nothing good would ever come of it which really set Niall’s teeth on the edge.

"Why do you put up with him?” Niall said as he ran a hand threw my hair.

“I don’t anymore. We broke up.”

“I’m sorry Y/N.” Niall said as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him so we were now basically laying on top of each other.

“Don’t be. I dumped him. I already knew that it wasn’t going to work out. So no harm and no foul.” I said smiling up to his face.

“Why did you date him then?" 

"It’s a girl thing Ni-”

“Well  I think that it is completely ridicules." 

I rolled my eyes at him as I played with the ends of his t-shirt. "After all i have gone through with guys Niall. Picking a guy and knowing his faults is better than picking one who hides his faults." 

I could tell that something was up with Niall. "You okay?” I asked him.

“No. No I am not. I just don’t understand if some guy broke your heart why would you go after an even worse guy?”

“Tha-”

“You always go after the bad guy. I get it you don’t want to put your heart out there but how do you know that the best guy for you is waiting for just that?”

I sat up and stared down at Niall, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you have closed yourself off so much that you can’t see that maybe the person you should give a chance is right in front  of you.”

I was totally lost. What does any of what he is saying mean? “I’m lost Niall.”

“Never mind forget it.” Niall said as he got off the bed and walked to the window.

“No I will not forget it. Explain!” I said. I just couldn’t figure out what I was  supposed to understand.

“Your that dense?" 

I was slightly taken aback form Niall words. "Yes Ni I am so explain.”

“You date all these guys with terrible reputations or some supposed good guy who turns out to be a real jerk. Yet you won’t date the one person who has always put you above everything? Y/N that’s pretty messed up if you ask me.”

“Wha-”

“No,” Niall said as he began to pace in front of me. “I know you have been hurt and what Luke did really hurt you and that’s why you date guys like Matt. But there are good guys who would never do any of those things to you. I-”

“What are you getting at Niall?” My hands began to sweat I realized that this whole time Niall had been talking about himself.

“I’m saying is why haven’t you picked me? Jesus Y/N. You’ve got to know that I have always had feelings for you.”

“Ni-” I started but was cut off by Niall’s sharp look which clearly said 'if you interrupt I will make you pay’ so I shut my mouth.

“God Y/N how have you never noticed that I  have been in love with you all of this time. Why do you think I don’t date other girls even when they throw themselves at me.”

“I-” I was speechless to say the least, Niall Horan, thee Niall Horan was in love with me. Also the same Niall Horan who just happened to be my best friend.

“You know what forget it jus-” Niall stopped and looked at me before quickly walking to me and grab the nape of my neck and crashed his lips  onto mine. His hands entangled themselves into my hair and  I wound mine around his neck pulling him down to my height. The way our lips moved together rhythmically was enchanting in itself. I felt as if electricity ran threw my entire body for just this one sensation. When Niall pulled away we were both breathing heavily. Niall stepped back and shoved his hands into his pocket.

“I-” I had no words, at least nothing coherent.

“Y/N…” Niall seemed unsure of what to due next so he began to turn on his heel.

“Why now Niall? Why wait until now?”

He sighed,“ I don’t know Y/N. You never seemed to see me like that so I just kept it to myself.”

“But…” I closed my eyes remembering the taste of him. “I did Ni. Maybe that’s why I went after those guys. Because I knew that  it would drive you crazy and that it   might make you tell me the truth.”

“Y/N…” Niall said as if he was warning me.

“No, it makes sense.’

We both stared at each other for a long while. Our friendship just got a whole lot more complicated. 

"Y/N no more hiding the truth.”

“I agree Ni. But I am terrified what if I am not good enough? Or smart enough? Or pretty enough Or-”

I was cut off with Niall kissing me. 

“You will always be all of those things to me.” Niall said.

I sighed and let my guard completely down. “What if you break my heart just like Luke?” I whispered ashamed of my thought.

Niall grabbed my chin and forced me to look into his eyes. “Listen to me Y/N I would never EVER do anything like that to you. You are my heart and I will do anything I can to protect you. I will break my heart before I ever break yours. So don’t you ever compare me to that scum I am nothing like him. You come first in my book princess you always have.” He wiped the pad of his thumb across my cheek.

“I believe you Ni.”

“Good princess because I don’t know how else to convince you that I won’t break your he-”

I grabbed the front of Niall’s shirt and brought his face down far enough to kiss him.

“I believe you Ni. I will always believe you.” I said before drowning myself in the wonderful being that was my best friend and now boyfriend.

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You kissed Neymar. You didn’t even like him. You hated him. Well, basically he kissed you. But you kissed him back. You couldn’t sleep. All the thoughts kept running trough your head. Your mom, Neymar, the phone call. 

 Your dad called you. He haven’t called you in two years. He got a new wife and a little daughter. That’s what he told me earlier this night. You felt like you weren’t enough for him. Like he didn’t care about you. He got a new daughter, so why would he even care about you? Silly (Y/N). Nobody cared about you.

Anyways, he told you he was sorry for you and Lucas. He told you he was happy, and he missed you and your little brother. He didn’t. He lived in Switzerland now. Does it hurts you? Yes, but not anymore, you hoped. He left your mom five years ago, he didn’t even say goodbye. He just disappeared. All these years, you kept contact, but it was a phone call from ten minutes, once in a couple months. And now, he got another child. How great? To be honest, yes you missed him. But then there was your mom who always was there for you. Was he there when you and Lucas needed him? Nah. And now your mom was gone. What did you expect? That he would fly over here to see you guys? Ha.

You didn’t even notice that your cheeks were all wet. You sighed and looked at Neymar. He was sleeping peacefully. It was weird, that you just kissed. It was just another game for him. But did you care? No, not at all. He was a game for you too, so why not play it?

’(Y/N)?’ You heard a couple of hours later. ‘Get up! We’re going to the mall!’ You opened your eyes and saw Neymar. You yawned. 'Why?’ He carried you to the bathroom and gave you a toothbrush. 'Christmas shopping!’ He smiled. 'I don’t have mon-’ You smiled. 'I actually do have money!’ He laughed and gave me some toothpaste. A hour later you had breakfast and got ready to go to the mall. It was a car ride full of laughter and Christmas music. 

 In the mall, everyone was taking pictures of you. But it was part of the job so. 'What do we need?’ You asked Neymar. 'Presents for my mom, dad, Rafa, for you, me, and for this little guy here.’ He kneeled down by Lucas. 'Lucas and I will get presents for you. And you’ll get presents for us.’ You smiled. 'Okay, see you!' 

You turned around and walked to a toyshop. You got Lucas a few stuffed animals, and some video games. You walked over to Lush, to get a few things for Rafaella and Nadine. Wait, did they even knew i was spending the next days with them? You scrolled through your contact list, trying to find Neymar’s name. Not that it was that hard. You didn’t have a lot of friends. Actually, you didn’t have one. Your life was all about Lucas and your mom. Well, now it’s only Lucas.

’(Y/N), is there something wrong?’ Neymar asked. 'No. But does your family even know I’m coming over?’ 'It was Rafa’s idea actually. My mom and dad thought it was a good idea so I asked you.’ So it wasn’t even his own idea. Not that I’m surprised. I’m used to this. 'Ok, bye.’ You put your phone back in your pocket and bought yourself some hot chocolate and sat down to relax a bit.

'You’re (Y/N), right?’ Two guys asked you. 'Yeah?’ You looked at them confused. 'Can we take a picture with you?’ They asked, smiling. 'Ofcourse.’ You said, a little unsure, and putted down your bags and your hot chocolate. You posed for the picture and then you saw Neymar. 

'C'mon babe, we’re going home.’ He grabbed your hand. 'Neymar! Legend! We just took a pic with your girl. Can we get one with you?’ 'Hands of my girl.’ He said, in a husky voice. 'Babe get your stuff.’ Since when was he so protective?

You picked up your bags and your drink. When you walked to his car, you looked at him. You didn’t want an argument so you decided it would be best to let it go. When you arrived at his house, Rafinha and Dani where there. 'Dani, Rafinha, this are (Y/N) and Lucas.’ You smiled at them. 'Neymar won’t stop talking about you.’ Rafinha laughed. 

Lucas was playing football with Rafihna, Neymar was playing FIFA with Dani and you and Rafaella, who came over, were decorating the christmas tree. 'I got so many nice presents for you, (Y/N)!’ Rafa told you, excited. We became pretty close in a short time. Rafaella left and you lifted up Lucas to put him in bed. When he was in bed, you walked downstairs. 

'You love her bro, admit it.’ Dani laughed. You stopped walking and sat down on the stairs. 'I don’t do love, the only girl i’ve ever loved is Bruna. And she’s engaged to some jerk now.’ You heard him say. 

'Why are you with (Y/N) then? She seems like a nice girl. And she’s hot.’ Dani laughed. 'Bro, I have needs too. She’s nothing more than a fuck buddy.’ Neymar laughed. You couldn’t believe him. What a jerk. I was his fuck buddy? Never in a million years I would sleep with him. 'She’s good in bed?’ Dani asked. 'She’s a hard one. She doesn’t want sex yet, but when she does, I’ll dump her after a few weeks.’ You laughed. We shall see. 

You walked upstairs and changed into his clothes. You still didn’t have your clothes but tomorrow you would go to your own house to change for the diner with Neymar’s family. You couldn’t sleep, his words where going through your head. The door opened but you decided to act like you were sleeping. 'Goodnight, (Y/N).’ You felt his soft lips touch your forehead. 

The next morning you woke up and faced Lucas, hanging above you. 'Jesus, let me sleep.’ You turned around and put the blankets over your head. ’(Y/N), c'mon it’s Christmas Day! Since we didn’t spend Christmas Eve with my family, we’re going extra early today.’ Neymar laughed. When you arrived at you’re house, you turned around to face Neymar. 'Pick me up in an hour okay?’ Lucas already walked to the front door. 'I will.’ He kissed my cheek. 'I missed you last night.’ He whispered, smirking. 'I bet.’ You turned around and opened the door for Lucas. ’(Y/N)!’ Neymar called. 'Bye!’ You smirked and then the whole dress up things started. 

You ran from side to side to find your dress, curl your hair and do your make-up, put Lucas in bath, and dress him up. Somebody knocked at the door. 'I’m coming.’ You yelled and opened the door. 'Hi (Y/N).’ It was Ben, the guy from the interview a few weeks ago. 

'Ben! I didn’t know you were coming..’ You blushed. 'Well, I didn’t stop thinking about you. And I would like to take you out.’ At that moment Neymar grabbed his shoulder. 'Don’t think so, buddy.’ He laughed. 'Neymar leave.’ You snapped. You didn’t know why you were so mad at him. But all these weeks he had did things that I hated. And he knew it. His cocky attitude and his fuckboy manners. 'Oh?’ He laughed. 'Oh you want me to leave?’ He looked at you with his cocky glare. 

'Do you want me to tell my family you couldn’t come because you rather go out with some other guy?’ He laughed. 'What would the media think of that (Y/N)?’ He looked at you. 'Hm?’ Tears filled your eyes. 'Fine.’ You answered Neymar. You looked at Ben and sighed. 'I’m sorry, Ben.’ You slammed the door shut and sighed. Bye money. You heared Neymar and Ben arguing outside but did you care? Nope. Not at all. 

’(Y/N), why aren’t we going to Neymar?’ Lucas asked you. You tried to smile. 'Why don’t you ask him yourself?’ You walked to the living room and let yourself fall on the couch. The same one where your mother had lay. You tried so hard not to cry. Why did everything you tried so hard for fail? ’(Y/N), I’m sorry.’ You didn’t even look up. 'Get out.’ You said. 

You felt two strong arms wrapping around you. 'I said get out, jerk.’ You snapped. 'I said I’m sorry, princess.’ You rolled your eyes. 'Don’t princess me.’ You snapped. He smirked and got up. 'C'mon, my family’s waiting.’ You did have a nice dinner, but you couldn’t stop thinking about your mom. You decided to have a break outside for a minute. It was nice to be alone again.

'Merry Christmas mom.’ You whispered and blinked the tears away. 'You’re okay?’ You turned around to face Neymar. 'No, not at all.’ You sighed and he opened his arms. You hugged him. 'I have a surprise for you though.’ He got his phone and showed you a video. Your mom and Neymar appeared on the screen. 

'My dearest (Y/N).’ She spoke, and I already broke down in tears. 'I know that I probably are not there to celebrate Christmas with you. But your boyfriend asked me to make a message for you. I want to tell you that i will never leave your side. You might not see me, but I am there. I love you so much my love, Merry Christmas. I will never forget you.’ Your mother spoke and blew a kiss. You didn’t know what to say. The tears kept streaming down your face. 'Thank you.’ You whispered. Neymar lay his hand down on your cheek and kissed you. It wasn’t a kiss full of love, it was a kiss full of acts and lies. It was all part of his act. 'You’re welcome.’ He whispered. 'Merry Christmas (Y/N).’ He looked at you. 'Merry Christmas, Neymar.' 

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Christmas special for you guys! It’s so late here so I’m going to bed. Bye guys, Merry Christmas.

Hallows Eve (Part Two)

John Laurens x Reader Warnings: Drunk hamilsquad I guess? (A/N: Part two to this story, I really enjoyed writing it so I hope y'all enjoy reading it :D)

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“JOHN! Are we g-gonna finish shthe game or what?” Alex drunkly exclaimed. John pulled away and sighed, his smiling never diminishing. You took this as your out and chuckled, using the excuse of, “I have to find Angelica.” You quickly made your way back through the crowd, trying to ignore the buzzing voices in your head.

He called you beautiful.

He was drunk.

No, he was tipsy.

He was still impaired.

He called you beautiful.

You needed to clear your head, you really wanted a beer. But, you had to stay sober to fufill your duty as the designated driver, so you opted to just go find a quietcorner and go on your phone for the rest of the night while listening to whatever the hell soundtrack was playing.

Just as you had found an empty seat and started to loosen up, you heard a familiar french accent calling your name. You looked up from your phone to see Laf standing over you, smiling and swaying only slightly. Was anyone not intoxicated?

“Mon amie, pourquoi etes-vous pas (why are you not) with Alexander and John?” His native tongue often took hold when he was drunk, and any english was heavily accented. Good thing he had taught you some basic French.

You sighed. “They’re in the kitchen.” He quirked a brow, getting down on one knee so you were face-to-face.

“That did not answer my question, mademoselle.” Even drunk, Laf could probably sense there was something off about you and suddenly, you felt like you needed to tell him everything.

You grabbed his hand, leading him out of the living rrom and into an empty closet down the hall. Once inside, you flipped on a light, slightly amused by his bewildered expression. Once you opened your mouth, you couldn’t stop the story from coming up. Every moment of falling in love from the first day, right down to what had happened tonight.

“I know he’s drunk, so I just removed myself before he said anything else that he won’t mean tomorrow…“ You trailed off, heart sinking as you realized the truth of your words. No way he’d remember it tomorrow, no matter how long you would.

Laf stared at you, biting his lip and not quite meeting your eye. It didn’t look…suspicious really, more like, concerned. Like he was holding something back.

“Laf, is there something you’re not telling me?” He sighed in defeat, finally bringing his eyes to up yours, nodding his head.

“Oui. John had told me to…how you say? Keep it a secret.” You cocked a brow, even more confused than before.

“Keep what a secret? Laf, just spit it out. Please.” His gaze softened, and he took off his cap to run his hand over his now frizzy hair.

“He is…amoureux de toi - in love with you, what he said tonight is the truth, probably just encouraged by the alcohol.” Your confusion melted away, slowly replaced by an avalanche of thoughts tumbling in your head.

He loves me? Since when does he…how long has he…is this just Laf being drunk..? You looked back at him, realizing he wasn’t as intoxicated as you had earlier presumed. Instead, he was staring back at you quite intently.

“Are you okay? Your skin looks a little pale.” You nodded, still unable to form a complete sentence. All this time of holding back your feelings, and he could’ve been doing the same? You shook your head, you needed time to think about this.

“I am not trying to rush you, but it is getting a little…cramped in here.” He laughed, and you realized how long you’d been standing in there. You nodded going to open the door,

“Thank you, Lafayette.” He smiled and together you walked out of the closet. You needed time to digest this, if what Laf said was even really true. But, it seemed time was not on your side becuase before you had even gotten to the living room, a very distressed James Madison rushed up to you and Laf, something was wrong.

“…(Y/N)…Lafayette…,” He said between breaths, “Alexander and Thomas…challenged each other to a chugging contest…Thomas won, but Alex is insisting he cheated, which I’m not sure how you even cheat while chugging, then John and Hercules jumped in to defend Alex and, well, it looks like things may get ugly.” You groaned and Laf nodded. Couldn’t they just get along for one night? One? You turned to Laf who was rubbing his temples.

“I will take care of Alexander and Hercules. Sacrement beau fou (damn handsome fool).”

You sighed. “I’ll get John.” All three of you hurried to the kitchen, breaking through most of the party that had gathered to watch the unfolding commotion. Once you had elbowed your way to the front, you saw Thomas towering over Alex, glaring down as Alex furiously spat something about him being “a curly headed magenta idiot”. His fists were clenched and his jaw tight, John circling them looking, even more sly and raven-like than before. Hercules stood behind Tomas, ready to sucker punch if provoked.

You knew they were all drunk, but you still didn’t want to have to drive any of them to the ER.

“Alright, alright,” You said, stepping between Thomas and Alex, “That’s enough. Alex, Thomas, take a walk.” Alex huffed, but complied, taking a few steps away. You noticed Laf putting his arm around Hercules, trying (and sort-of succeeding) in leading him away. Thomas smirked.

“What’s this Hamilton, bring your girlfriend to defend you?” Your cheeks flared as you tried to keep your anger in check. He slip an arm around your shoulder, leaning down so you were the same height. “When are you going to ditch these losers and start hanging around with a real man?” his sickly-sweet sothern accent had every word dripping with spite and you pulled yourself from his grasp.

Before you could shoot anything back, Thomas was pushed back, sending him stumbling and falling on his ass. You whirled around to find John seething, fists tight at his sides. You had never seen him this angry, it was a little scary. And oddly, hot.

“Don’t touch her ever again!” He yelled, taking a step towards Jefferson. You put your hand out to stop him and shook your head. As he looked at you, he seemed to break out of his angry trance and his gaze softened. “(Y/N)…”

“Let it be. Come on, lets get you all home.” He nodded, his jaw still clenched as he glanced over your shoulder.

You and Laf managed to wrangle the boys of of the apartment and into your car, John up front next to you, Alex, Laf and Hercules all sat in the back seat. You pulled away and out of the corner of your eye, you could see John staring at you. You glanced up to the mirror, finding the boys all asleep against each other. You had to admit if was pretty cute, you wished you could snap a pic. You turned your attention back to the road and stopped at the red light.

“You know..t-that wassh really brave of you. You were like…an angel guardian…,oh! A guardian angel!” John mumbled, you could tell he was trying not to fall asleep. You chuckled.

“I wouldn’t have to intervene if Alex didn’t get into trouble, and if you didn’t loop yourself into it.” You had meant it to sound like a scolding but it just came out weary. He was quiet, turning his gaze to the window. After a pause you heard him mumble, “I have to defend my friends, they’re family.” Your heart skipped a beat and you were reminded what made you initially fall for John; his caring nature. The way he always looked out for and protected his friends, they really were family.

You pulled into your parking lot, figuring it was best to just let the boys crash at your place then try and get directions out of them. As you turned off the car and took the keys out of the ignition, you found John smiling at you. You gave a half-grin. “What?”

“You just look so…dazzling tonight, n-not to say you don’t look dazzling every other night, because you do…you just look…extra sparkley tonight. It’s light the stars are caught in your eyes.” It wasn’t fair. You knew he was drunk, he couldn’t mean what he was saying.

You fumbled with your keys, muttering, “Let’s get these guys upstairs.” John helped you wake the guys and get them up to your apartment, forcing them all to drink a glass of water once they got inside. You dumped Hercules and Laf on the guest bed together, the two lovers instantly cuddling into each other as they drifted off to sleep. Surprisingly, Alex didn’t put up much of a fight, curling into a ball and passing out on the couch as soon as you had gotten his shoes off. You stood in the doorway of your bedroom, make-up off and hair undone. John was in the bathroom.

That only left one place for him to sleep.

Your bed.

How had you not thought this through? You could barely be in the same room with him without getting flustered, let alone share a queen-sized bed with him and be fine. The time on your phone showed 1:30am. You could always just stay up all night. No, that was ridiculous, and you had to study tomorrow.

“I could sleep on the floor.” You jumped, while you were deep in your thougths you hadn’t noticed John’s figure next to yours. You sighed, trying not to take into note that he was clad in only a black tank top and some wayyyy to big sweatpants of yours that seemed to fit him just right.

“No, you’re my guest, I can just…” Your sentence trailed off, and you realized there really was only three options; John slept on the floor, you slept on the floor, or,…you sighed. “We can share the bed. I’m honestly way too tired right now to even think. just stay on your side.” You grumbled, it was rumored that John often liked to spread out over the entire bed while he slept.

He chuckled. “No promises.” You smiled and made your way over to your dresser, grabbing a baggy t-shirt and some shorts. You had just started to unroll you fishnets when you looked up =, only to realize John sat on the bed, staring at you. You were glad it was dark because you felt your cheeks heat up for abouth the tenth time.

“John?”

“..huh?”

“I kind of need to change.”

Your words took a moment to sink in, and once they did, you saw his face alight with realization. He stuttered and apology and lay down, turning his back to you. You shook your head, a small smile still on your face.

You quickly changed and walked over to the bed, still very unsure if this was going to work. You went to tell JOhn to scootch over so you could have your usual side of the bed, but in the time it had taken you to get changed he had fallen fast asleep, locks of his curly hair fluttering against his nose with every breath. You shook your head and crawled over the snoozing man, careful not to bump him.

As soon as you got comfortable under your blankets you turned your back to him, trying to limit as much physical contact as possible. You lay awake for a couple moments, taking in the sound of John’s rythmic breathing, it was so soothing it was beginning to put you to sleep. As you drifted off one of the things John said to you still lingered in your mind; “Your like a guardian angel.”

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“Awww! I knew it was bound to happen soon!”

“Alex, shh! Do you want them to wake up?”

“Yeah and you owe me ten bucks.”

Familiar voices filled your room as your eyes fluttered open. You weren’t fully awake, but you were aware enough to realize that people were standing over you. You opened one eye, and as soon as you did you were met with a bright flash of light, on of the boys had taken a picture of you, but for what?

“Guys…what the hell?” You mumured, trying to wake up a bit more.

“ABORT ABORT SHE IS AWAKE!” Laf ran from the room followed by the other two men. You sighed, why did they even take a picture?

Only then did you realize you were tucked against John, you two had somehow ended up spooning against each other sometime during the night. Suddenly, you were very aware of how solid John’s chest felt against your back, how protected you felt under his arms. You instinctually cuddled further into him, trying to enjoy this before he woke up.

“…(Y/N)…?” Too late.

You froze, unsure of what to do next. “Good morning John.”

“Did we…oh gosh..what-what happened last night?” You tried your hardest to ignore how incredibly sexy his low, gravelly morning voice sounded.

“Well, after you almost got into a fight with Jefferson, I took you back to my apartment so you and the rest of the gang could pass out somewhere safely.” You felt him sigh, probably in relief.

“But we didn’t…you know…”

“John, I was too tired last night to do that even if you tried, and you didn’t try anything,” you debated letting the next part out before quickly mumbling, “except for call me your guardian angel, and beautiful.” You tried to force a lugh, but it just sounded like an empty attempt. He took in a sharp breath, you knew what was coming.

The, “I’m sorry I said that.”

The, “I didn’t mean anything, I was so drunk.”

The, “Thank god we didn’t hook up or anything!”

Deciding to save yourself the heartbreak of actually going through his relief, you tried to get up. But, surprisingly, his grip around you tightened, he held you closer to him.

“I meant what I said, by the way. You are like my guardian angel, always keeping me out of trouble or focused when I need to be, and I’ve never really thanked you for that.” He rand his hand along your arm, causing goosebumps to break out in his path. If you turned to face him now, he’d surely notice the blush creeping up your neck.

“John-”

“Wait (Y/N), please, let me finish. I also meant when I called you beautiful, I’ve thought you’ were beautiful since the first day we met, beautiful in the way you spoke, the way every word was packed with passion as you and Alex debated, how airy your laugh was, how beautiful you are when you’re frustrated and you scrunch up your nose. I don’t know if you even feel the same, or-or if I’ve ruined what we have between us…but…”, you turned around, placing a hand on his chest and looking up into his big, beautiful brown eyes, “I’m…I’m in love with you.” He said the last part barely above a whisper, as it he were afraid to say it.

Laf was right, he was actually right. You had dreamed about this moment for as long as you’d known John, but now that it was here, you found yourself speechless. His lip quivered lightly as he stared back into your eyes. You did the only thing that made sense at the moment, you leaned forward and gently pressed your lips to his.

He responded quickly, pulling you as close to him as physically possible as you melted into the kiss. It was everything you had ever wished it to be and more, he was so sweet and gentle, you felt like you were speaking through this kiss. You were telling him how much you loved him, and he made sure you felt the feeling was mutual.

You pulled away, breathless. He was smiling down at you, and you smiled right back. This was the happiest you had felt in a long time, and you knew it would last a long time. You layed your head against his chest, nuzzling into him.

“You know, I think the guys have a picture of how we were sleeping.” He chuckled.

“I’ll chase them down later, right now, I’m just enjoying finally having you all to myself.”

You smiled. You couldn’t agree more.

(HOLY CRAP I TOTALLY DIDN’T EXPECT THIS TO BE THIS LONG IF YOU STUCK IT OUT TO THE END MUCH LOVE)

In The Stars \\\ Calum Hood Imagine.

description: you are Cal’s best friend, and you two have a conversation about relationships.

requested: nope, this was rewritten out of an old one.

word count:  2,1k.

“Oh, written in the stars, millions of miles away, message to the main. 
Oh, seasons come and go, but I’ll never change, I’m on my way. 

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My best friend sits across from me on his own bed, his dark eyes trained on mine as he visibly struggles to keep his own secrets and worries inside himself. We’ve been friends for so long now that I’m already used to his hesitation when it comes to sharing, but the frustration I see inside his beautiful brown eyes tonight somehow seems new and scarier.

I stay silent as wait for him to brace himself, open up and tell me his concerns, and I pass the time counting the plastic stars that, for some reason, he never took off the ceiling. We put them up when we were nine, and finding them still glued up there every time I came to Calum’s house always made me feel strangely close to him. Like we had never grown up.

“I don’t think she’ll want to see me again”.

He blurts out after some while. I sigh, tired. Of all the things, of course he would be worried about his twisted on and off relationship with her.

“Don’t be such a loser. She likes you enough, or you guys wouldn’t make out every time you meet each other”.

“I’m not being a loser”, he answers quickly, ignoring my reprimand. “It’s just a fact. I don’t have much more to give, and she wants something I don’t have. It’s tiring and it won’t lead us nowhere”.

“So, actually, you’re the one who doesn’t want to go out with her anymore”.

“That’s not what I said. We’re a nice pair, really. I like her just fine”.

“And she’s super hot”, I add, making sure I don’t sound bitter. The girl may not be my kind of crowd, but she’s fun and dead gorgeous, just the kind of crazy party person I have always imagined to be with Calum.

“I’m not talking about that”, he says, but he’s smiling a ton now. “I just think she realized I don’t have what she’s looking for. And I don’t think it’s going to be good to either of us to go on like that”.

“Do you or do you not want to break things up with her?”

I ask confusedly, brows raised. I still haven’t taken my eyes out of the ceiling constellation, and I somehow found my name written up there, near the closet door. I can’t remember how many years it has been there, lazily spelled with plastic stars, but it seems to be ages. I’ve been around Calum’s life for so long now, even with his constant comes and goes with the band, that time seemed to mean so little to us. It was always the same when it came to the both of us, anyway.

“Honestly? I don’t know. But that’s not relevant, anyway. She’s going to dump me when I get back to the US. That is, if we even have something that she can break up, she will”.

“Well, in this case, she’s just plain stupid. You’re a lovely guy and if she can’t see that, she’s a crazy bitch”.

“Ah… thanks?”, he vacillates and I laugh, finally turning myself so we’re facing each other. “I think you’re the only one who thinks like that, though. No one seems to want to go further than this pretty face. Between those stupid pics and my going out with her, I seem to have turned into party boy only good for the booty”.

He says, cheeky smile coloring his face. His eyes are sad, though, and I can’t believe he still thinks like the shy and awkward skinny kid he once was. I can’t believe he still thinks he isn’t good enough to go and try to gain the heart of any girl his own heart could fall for.

“You’re an idiot, you know?”

“Jeez, thanks, Y/N”.

“It’s my job as your best friend to tell you that. You’re plain stupid and you like to give yourself way less credit than you deserve”.

“You more like my only friend”.

“You’re being dramatic again. You have tons of friends”.

“I do, but none like you”.

“I wouldn’t expect any other to be like me, for sure. But you have girl friends and boy friends and lots of colleagues and amazing co-workers and a shitload of fans, so stop complaining about people not appreciating you. I’m pretty sure you’re the only person I know who can actually say millions of people like them and want them to be happy. That says something”

“Luke and the boys can also say that”.

“And that makes them equally fortunate”.

“It’s still not the same”

“Well, then I’m happy you have me to love you this much”, I interrupt, finally losing my temper. He pulls me an annoyed face then and my eyes drink him in, taking note of every detail of his face as if they were made exclusively for it. He always went through those odd insecurity crises while we grow up, and I developed the habit of making sure he was ok by staring at him a little too long, a little too much.

“And you love me, right?”

“Sure? I mean, there’s nothing not to love. Anyone that gets to know you ends up there. You’re boyfriend material, don’t worry”.

“You’re awfully positive, Y/N. Things don’t really work like that”. I shrug, not denying the obvious. “Sometimes I caught myself wishing you saw me as something else too”.

“Not happening. I’m your best friend. Sorta”.

“Yeah, ok, but what if you weren’t?”

“What kind of question is that? Am I not your best friend? My name is on your ceiling, you know”.

“Stop stalling”, he presses, voice deep and demanding on my ears. I roll my eyes at him, and he holds my stare, looking abnormally serious. “If we weren’t friends, do you think you’d be into me?”

“Oh, c’mon, Cal, don’t do that. I don’t know. I mean, how could I possibly get to know you this well if we weren’t friends? You gotta know the person you love”.

He doesn’t say a thing but his eyes are still on me, waiting for a proper answer. His stare seems to tickle everywhere, and I hate the intensity of it. My mood quickly becomes cranky.

“Maybe. Probably. I try not to think about it. I don’t like wrapping my mind around scenarios that won’t happen, and you know that”.

“So you thought about it before”, he says simply, his face completely lighten up in a smile. I can sense the victory dance coming, and I punch his chest, which doesn’t really help because he’s terribly fit now, and feeling the toned torso under his shirt gets my mind all fuzzy.

“Oh, please, Cal. We’ve known each other for ages and, somehow, we always end up in your room, in bed, all tangled in each other and way too close for one’s sanity to approve. So, yeah, the thought of making out and turning this into something more happened once or twice through the years. It’s no big deal”.

“We do end up in bed often”, he agrees, the victory smile still plastered on his lips. I want to beat it off him, but I hold myself back. I’m not sure what will happen if I actually get to touch him by now, not when he has this cute smirk going on.

“So… if I kissed you right here and right now… Wouldn’t be the end of the world or anything, right?”

“Wouldn’t be a zombie apocalypse, nope. But I’m pretty sure it still wouldn’t be a good idea”.

“Why?”

“Don’t make this difficult, please. It’s been easy for the past eleven years”.

“Maybe it’s time to make it a little complicated. And it’s only logic, to be honest. I love you. You love me. No downsides”.

“Best friend, Calum! I’m your best friend”.

“Stop wearing that title like a shield. That just means we know each other very well. Which is kind of the ideal if you want to get into a relationship with someone”

“This conversation is way over the line, Cal, really. Relationship?”, I huff.

I take my eyes off him angrily and turn my gaze outside, trying to calm myself down. I slip my hand through the open window and lazily stare at my nails, letting the cool summer breeze brush past my skin like a caress. But Calum reaches for me, his warm hands grazing my skin in a way that feels like home. He locks our fingers together and stays silent for a minute, and we let the oddness of his intentions wear off. I can’t lie and say it isn’t comfortable and familiar (but I’m not telling him that).

“You’re seeing someone, Cal. Stop that”.

“You just said she was a crazy bitch”.

“The fact she’s silly and blind doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want behind her back. Be a nice guy”.

“I am a nice guy”, he says, and he’s leaning in and getting closer and we’re way past the phase of getting flushed because of the proximity. We’ve slept over and under each other more times than I could count, and even though we never got to make out or anything even close to it, we were just as intimate around each other as any of the boys could be. So I don’t move away an inch.

“We were never dating. We just meet whenever I’m in town and go from there”.

“Because that sounds so much better”.

“I can’t really get into a long distance relationship with my schedule. And she was down for the informal thing, so why not?”

“That doesn’t make this any more right”.

“But it means this is not wrong”.

His nose is brushing on mine, his hot breath causing a small revolution to pop on my brain. I can hear him whispering a “I’ve been waiting so long” before he clashes his lips on mine, and I already know this will never work. But the kiss still last eons and our intertwined fingers leave the window shell and find home between my messy locks, his tanned hands pushing me closer to him, my body melting completely and merging with his when I let myself be dragged in.

Eventually we part for air, but we’re still so close that my words are spoken against his soft lips, and every letter I get to say makes him open his own lips. Just as if he’s waiting for me to give myself in again. I’m afraid I might, so I close my eyes and block the thoughts off.

“That was probably the stupidest idea you ever had”.

“I know”. He admits, the boyish smile stamped all over his face. “But so what? You’ll always be here, just as I have always been here for you. We care so much about each other that it’s just worth the try. Also, that kiss was awesome”.

“You’re terribly confident on me for a guy who doesn’t think he’s appreciated by anyone else”.

“Your name is literally written on the stars of my sky, Y/N. You’re not going anywhere”

“You’re such a cliché, Calum Hood”.

He nods in agreement, and the laughter explodes between us so loud that I cannot be sure about who started. We breathe slowly and shakily until only silence remains, our foreheads still smacked together, our lips half open expectantly and our eyes so intently into each other that I can’t help but feel secure. We had always been right there, after all. And suddenly I feel silly for thinking this would never happen. Calum is home, after all.

 “This is just way better than I thought it’d be, you know? Feels so fucking right”.

He says, and I laugh against his lips, and he takes my open lips and kiss me in again, his tongue getting familiar with a new side of me.

“You know what, I’m breaking up with her, with whatever we have. Right after this”.

“You do whatever you want, Hood”.

And he does just that. He kisses me again, laying us both in the bed, making me forget this wasn’t such a good idea to begin with. I love him, after all, and I know him like the back of my hand. We both know that when he sets his mind and his heart on something, he just won’t let go. Just like me. So I breathe into his lips, letting myself go, my mind relaxed. If we really want it, I know we’ll make it work.