“i walked around forever and a day, wearing sequins and looking like a mermaid superhero. i danced with strangers, got yelled at by a construction worker, hugged a time traveler… all the while looking p damn carefree. in my mind, i was anxious and really self-conscious. we didn’t even write the treatment around that, it just was the reality of filming Fake Happy on the streets of one of the busiest cities in the world. the only moment that any underlying emotion (other than “happy”) is apparent is at the very end… . zac directed the video. he conceptualized it and insisted we shoot it on film. very proud of him. proud of me for not giving a shit that im the only one in this video. we made another something we love for the band we grew up in. i love paramore.” - Hayley Williams
A/N This is my first Harry Hook and Descendants imagine. I hope this is okay. I’ve only seen the second movie once so I wasn’t quite sure how to write him. Also, I know that Harry is slightly mad so he’s pretty OOC in this. Either way, I hope you enjoy it. ALSO, this imagine does have a different storyline than the actual movie.
Summary: Harry helps Ben, reader, and the VK’s escape the Isle, and in return is brought back to Auradon with them. Requested by @sgarrett49
Warnings: minor spoilers
If there was one thing you especially didn’t expect when you went to the Isle to bring Mal back, it was to bring another VK back with you.
Harry Hook, the son of Captain Hook, had redeemed himself; he’d helped you all escape and had even went against his own pirate crew and captain; Uma. He had even rescued you when you were cornered by three pirates. For some reason, when he looked at your terrified face, he couldn’t help but go against his entire code and help you. And as you all left, Ben allowed him to get into the limo alongside the rest of his and Mal’s rescue team.
Now, just a few hours after the fight against the gang of pirates, you were dressed in the beautiful gown Evie had designed for you at cotillion. You stood on the sidelines and watched with a small smile as everyone danced on the ship that cotillion was being held in. There was a shallow pool of water that Uma had splashed into the ship after she attacked, but no one cared as they all splashed and dance after the events that had just happened.
“Now, what’s a beaut’ like you doing by herself at a party like this?” You suddenly heard a deeply accented voice ask. You jumped slightly in surprise, turning to look at Harry with a hand over your heart. “Harry! Don’t scare me like that,” you laughed nervously. He smirked, gently grabbing your hand that laid over your heart with his hook, pulling it up to his mouth. He kissed your knuckles, watching your eyes widen and your face blush as he did so. “My apologies, love.”
“I-it’s okay,” you stuttered, watching as he stood straight once more and let go of your hand. You looked back toward the dance floor, shoving a piece of wet hair behind your ear,“Im surprised you showed up, I didn’t think it was your scene. N-not that it can’t be, I just- uh, I just didn’t think you’d want to-”
He put a finger over your lips to stop you from talking, your eyes widening in shock. “I understood, dear.” He moved his finger away from your smooth lips,“But, I couldn’t miss a chance to see you in a gown.” You blushed once again,“Oh.”
He smirked at you, his eyes as daring as ever, and held out a hand to you,“Would you care to dance?” Your mouth opened in shock,“You want to dance with me?”
He nodded with a grin,“‘Course, that’s why I asked, dear.” You hesitated, but then as a new song started over again you decided why not? He did save you, after all. You placed a hand in his outstretched one, and shyly looked up at him,“Fine, just one dance. I do have to warn you, I’m not a very good dancer.” He chuckled as he hooked his Hook onto his belt loop so that he had both hands,“Thats alright, love. I’ll teach you.”
You stood on the dance floor, one hand in his and the other on one of his shoulders. He placed a hand on your hip, and your close proximity caused you to blush. You didn’t know why you were blushing so much, maybe it was because he was so handsome. No one could deny that. His eyes were a perfect, bright shade of blue that his eyeliner made even brighter, and his smile was gorgeous.
Harry also couldn’t deny that your gentleness and goodness intrigued him. How could someone be so beautiful, yet so sweet? How is it that he thought everyone in Auradon would be so unaccepting to the villains on the Isle, to him, yet all you’d done so far was accept him into your world (and he’d only been there a few hours). He was so angry about being abandoned, but when he looked at you he felt like… like he could actually be happy there.
The two of you began to dance to the music that played, a song not too upbeat but also not too slow. You grimaced when you stepped on his foot,“Sorry.” He only grinned,“It’s alright, Y/N. I’ve felt much worse.” With a frown at his words, you looked up at him. He was already looking down at you, a soft gaze in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” you muttered. He shook his head softly,“Don’t apologize, its not your fault. Plus, I have a feeling I’m going to be a lot happier here… hopefully with you by my side.”
Your eyebrows furrowed lightly,“Why are you being so nice to me? I mean, no offense, but it’s not at all what I expected.”
You allowed him to spin you outwards, and then into his arms. One arm still held yours as he held you close to him, swaying softly. He leaned down so that his mouth was right next to your ear. “There’s just something about you that hooks me in,” he practically purred, his voice causing you to shiver. He spun you back at again, and the two of you went back to your original position. The song ended, and your eyes were glued onto his,“You mean it?”
He nodded,“Every word.”
You looked down at your feet for a moment nervously before looking back up. You hesitated, before gently pressing your lips onto his cheek,“I’d love to get to know you better, Harry.” You backed away, letting go of his hand and shoulder before walking off. You looked over your shoulder at him, giving him a sweet smile for just a moment.
He sighed, wondering how you’d already begun to change him in only a few hours,“What’ve you done to me, Y/N.”
Louis Tomlinson’s mother asked for one thing for her birthday, a murder mystery party. One of the families invited drops out last minute, and Louis absolutely needs to find replacements for their characters or the party will be ruined. A hero emerges in the form of the cute new guy at work that Louis has been crushing on from a far.
A holiday AU in which Harry goes to St. Ives for Gemma’s wedding and his baggage gets lost at the airport, only for him to find a stranger at his resort who is definitely wearing his clothes and definitely won’t admit it. The little shit.
It was a Sunday morning, you were wearing a long t-shirt that just covered the
top of your bum. Your hair was down, long, curly and a little frizzy from
sleeping. The sunlight was beaming through your curtains which were partly open
and your bedroom door was closed over. You both usually slept with the door
open, at least a little bit because your daughter’s room was across the hall
and she sometimes had nightmares. Still sleepy, you rolled over to the left
side of the bed expecting to see him still asleep but he wasn’t there. Come to
think of it, the house was rather quiet. You were usually woken up to the sound
of (Y/D/N) crying, K playing his guitar or the EST boys coming in drunk. You
stretched for your phone which was on your bedside table to check the time.
9:25am. You got out of your four poster bed and walked over to the mirror;
fixing your hair slightly, you sighed. K always said he loved you first thing
in the morning, where your hair was a little messy and you had no makeup on.
“That’s when you’re the most beautiful” he would always say, but you never
You walked to the en-suite bathroom expecting to see him
showering or something, he still wasn’t there. You walked out of your bedroom
and across to your daughter’s room. It was about time that she was waking up
now or you’d have one cranky baby later tonight! She wasn’t in there, neither
was Kells. Her bedroom was tidy for once too, there were no dolls or toys lying
around and the maid never usually comes on a Sunday. What is going on?
You were just at the top of your stairs when from a distance
you could hear the sound the pots and pans being clattered together, and then
the smell of breakfast flooded your nostrils. You quietly creeped down the
stairs and peeked through the kitchen door which was open ajar.
There they both were, Kells was standing making breakfast.
On the kitchen side was a huge tray full of your favorite food. He had (Y/D/N)
in his arms whilst cooking. His hair was a little messy, he was shirtless and
wearing grey sweatpants. You stood for a moment just watching the amazing bond
they have together. They were smiling and laughing and it warmed your heart.
“Mommy’s gonna love this!”
“She is! She’s been working so hard and daddy has been busy a
lot lately. She deserves this, don’t she?”
“Yeah but maybe, do you think she will let me share her
pancakes daddy?” she said shyly as she looked up at K.
“I think she might” he replied as he kissed her nose.
You smiled to yourself. You were so lucky. In that moment
you realized just how thankful you were. You couldn’t be happier. You get to
wake up every morning in a beautiful home, with a family that you built with
the love of your life.
The kitchen floorboard creaked and K and (Y/D/N) looked up shocked. They
spotted you peeking through the kitchen door.
“No mommy, it was a surprise!” shouted your daughter who had
her hands over her mouth. K cracked a little smile and began walking over to
you, still holding (Y/D/N). His eyes were dancing all over you and then he bit
his bottom lip. It was almost like he became weak around you. He couldn’t believe
how beautiful you looked.
“Morning my babies” you said as you kissed your daughter on
the cheek. You then looked up at Kells who was towering over you. He put his
free arm around you and rested it on your bum. He kissed you, holding you tightly.
“Did you sleep well, baby?” he asked, still holding you
“Yeah, I missed waking up to you though” you said pulling
him in for another kiss.
“Ewww!” (Y/D/N) screamed as she buried her head into K’s
“Shh, what do I
smell? Have you cooked for me (Y/D/N)?” you said taking her from K’s arms so
you could have your morning cuddle and he could carry on cooking.
“We made breakfast mommy!” She sounded so pleased with
“Here we go girls, it’s ready.
Why don’t you go back to bed and I’ll bring it up?” he said dishing the food
onto the plates”
You carried your daughter upstairs
and got back into your big four poster bed with her. Kells soon followed with
the tray of food.
“Breakfast is served, my little
princess” handing a small plate to (Y/D/N)
“Breakfast is served, my queen”
handing another plate to you and kissing you.
All three of you laid in bed,
full from breakfast your daughter had fallen asleep between you. He turned to
look at you and reached his arm around you and pulled you closer.
The guys gave the fan who was at the microphone a smile; they could tell she was nervous by her laughter. “Hi, my name’s Jane. How’re you guys doing?” She asked into the mic.
“Hi Jane, I’m Jensen, this is Jared, and we are both doing very well today. You having fun?” Jensen answered her with a grin.
Jane chuckled into the microphone, “I’m doing fantastic. So um, I know this is your guys first time in the city and I was wondering how you’re liking it?”
“Oh we’re loving it!” Jared happily replied, “We came down two days early because Y/N, Jensen’s little sister goes to school here. She showed us around and it’s just been a lot of fun.”
Jensen nodded his head, “I’ve actually been here before.” Jensen said with a smile, “I’ve helped Y/N when it comes to moving time every year for school and she forces me to visit her every now and then. It’s a really cool city; I can see why my sister loves it here.”
“Do you have any stories to share?” Someone in the audience shouted out.
The boys shared a look before Jared brought his mic back up to his mouth, “Well since we’re talking about Y/N already, I think we should tell them about last night.”
Jensen instantly broke out into laughter as he brought the mic up, “She’s out shopping with Danneel so I think now is the only safe time to share it.” Jensen said while Jared began to laugh again.
“Okay, so as some of you guys know I have a little sister, Y/N. I like to, I keep the lives of my family private so you guys don’t know too much about her, but she’s a giant nerd. Ridiculously smart, prefers to hangout at home reading, but she’s crazy beautiful.” Jensen spoke about you with fondness in his voice.
“So we dragged her out last night and brought her to bar.” Jared cut in, laughter still evident in his voice
“She was so ticked.” Jensen said chuckling, “While we were at the bar a guy came up to her and asked her to dance. I didn’t want her to-”
“Jensen is very protective of Y/N-” Jared cut in.
“She’s my baby sister!” Jensen replied with mock offense, “Anyways, Danneel forced Y/N to give the guy a chance-”
“While I made Jay stay seated.” Jared said laughing.
“But my sister starts dancing with this guy, it’s obvious she doesn’t wanna be there, so she starts dancing like this.” Jensen tells the story while beginning to reenact your dance move. Next to him Jared was cracking up before he joined Jensen in dancing in their seats. “She was looking around too and I could just imagine her inner dialogue.”
“Oh my god I hate my brother. He made me go out, now I’m dancing with this guys and oh my god they all keep staring.” Jared said in a high pitched voice while Jensen and him continued to be you.
“Jared, I will kill you!” Your voice sounded from behind the stage.
I’ll walk into a room and forget what I came to do. I’ll go to brush my teeth and realize I haven’t put toothpaste on the brush. I’ll put the kettle on and wonder what is that sound when it whistles. I open my mouth to sing and I find I can’t remember the lyrics or even the tune. I keep reaching for light switches that aren’t there.
When I tell Cal, he says, “You’re tired. I don’t know why you stay up so late.”
“No later than you,” I tell him.
“I don’t get up in the middle of the night,” he says. “I’ve seen you, Jinny.”
I’d thought he hadn’t. Most nights he’s snoring so loud the windows in our cottage shake. But I’m up every night, almost with a start, like I remembered something that I had to do, but I can never remember what it is once I’m awake. I slip out of bed and take my shawl and sit by the window, watching the waves crash over and over, water hissing and whispering like it has something to tell me.
“You need sleep,” Cal tells me, rubbing between my shoulder blades. “You need to be healthy if we want make a family.”
Cal wants children—two boys to help him with the fishing and two girls to help me with the house. But we haven’t been married that long and even though I cook and wash and clean and scrub, I still feel like a girl myself. I feel like I haven’t been a woman for that long. When I try to remember myself as a girl, it’s like trying to peer through the dark ocean to see a glimpse of something at the very bottom.
When Cal and I got married, everyone from the island came to the ceremony. Even though they filled my half of the church, I hadn’t known any of them for very long. I was an orphan, or I must have been, because no one who looked like me was there. Cal told me it was okay because we were family now. “The islanders love you and I love you and we’ll make a family of our own,” he said. He was bright and shining and handsome and all the island girls regarded me with jealous eyes when we danced our first dance. He was kind and gentle and when he looked at me, his eyes were soft and loving.
But even when we held hands and spoke our vows, I still felt like my hands were empty. Like I knew what it felt like to have my hands filled.
Cal strokes my hair and kisses my forehead. “Get some sleep and you’ll feel better in the morning.”
“Yes,” I say, “you’re right,” but I’m glancing out the window to where the ocean meets the sky.
Everyday I take Cal his lunch, when he and the other fishermen return with their catch. They’ve been on the sea for hours now, since well before dawn, so it’s always something hearty—bread and cheese and meat and fish and an apple if we’re lucky.
The other men nod and tip their hats at me. “Good morning, Jinny,” they say. To Cal, they grin.
“Now that’s a good wife,” one says.
“Lucky you caught her,” another says.
The fishermen care a good deal about luck, the good and bad and what little they can control. Wearing green is bad luck, because it makes the boat seek land. Blue paint on a lobster boat is bad luck. Seeing a dolphin is good luck; seeing a shark is bad luck. It’s bad luck to have a woman on board, so I always wait on the dock.
When Cal kisses me, his mouth is stiff. “Thank you, Jinny,” he says. “I’ll see you at home tonight.”
I don’t go home right away. I walk along the shoreline, watching the gulls dive and the waves rub against the shore like a cat. The sky is grey as the sea and the clouds are stretched like sheets. A storm on its way.
How do I know? I’m not the daughter of a fisherman, raised to recognize the signs of a storm, but I feel it coming.
There were so many things I don’t know, I lose count when I think of them: how much tea is in the tin, where I left the pin cushion, how many years I’ve been on the island, what happened to my family, on and on and on.
The things I do know are easier: how long to leave the sheets on the line so they smell like fresh water, that Cal likes an apple with lunch when we’re lucky enough to have them, when the tides move out and in again.
I can’t remember swimming, but I know I can swim.
now now now now the waves whisper to me.
I don’t take off my dress, just my shoes. I waded in until the waves curl around my ankles and knees and wrists, until the water lefts me up and I feel light and happy and strong. In the distance I see sleek heads bob in the distances—seals. For a second I think they’re off to follow the fishing boats, but they stay, watching me.
I dive beneath the waves and when I surface again I’m not gasping but laughing.
When I trudge out of the ocean, there’s a small crowd of women watching me from the distance. I pretend not to notice them as I gather my shoes and march back to the house.
I tell Cal about swimming when he comes home that night. It’s not a secret, and I expect him to take it as a joke. Instead he paces around the kitchen with his head against his head.
“Jinny, you can’t do that,” he says. “What if you’d drowned?”
“But I didn’t,” I says. “I know how to swim.”
“Of course you do,” he says. “But the ocean, you don’t know what it’s like. Not really. In a moment it can change and you’re swept out to see. I’ve seen it—men, strong men, good swimmers, swept away never to be seen again. You’re young; you don’t know these things.” He kneels before me, taking my hands, eyes shining with desperation. “Please, never go in the water again. I don’t want to lose you.”
“I’m fine,” I say, but his hands tighten around mine. “I’m right here.”
“Promise me,” he says.
My mouth flaps open like a fishes until I manage to say something like, “I won’t go swimming again.”
His hands grip tighter, even as his voice is soft. “Tell me you love me.”
“I love you,” is what I tell him.
That night the rain taps against the roof of our cottage and Cal’s snoring and I’m at the window again, watching the sheets of water against the sky and the churning ocean. And when I realize it, it’s like surfacing from the water.
It was a night like this when I met Cal.
I’d been lost and the ocean was stirring under the storm and I crawled ashore. I was young and lost and confused. I shed my skin and waited for the storm to pass, but once it did I saw Cal walking across the beach, and I left my skin behind and forgot about it.
I forgot about everything.
These legs and arms are mine, but they’re meant for dancing, not for cooking and cleaning and sleeping beside a human.
These legs are for running.
I hear Cal shouting my name behind me, but I’m already outside and running silent and fast through the storm. “Don’t leave me!” he shouts. “Please don’t leave me!” I don’t turn around and eventually I his voice fades into the rain and thunder and wind.
Cal knows many things. He knows that killing an albatross or gull is bad luck. He knows to coil a rope clockwise, not counter-clockwise. He knows that if you take a selkie woman’s skin and hide it, she will become your wife, that selkie women make excellent wives.
And he knows that we leave.
It’s on his boat, where I’m not supposed to go. He stuffed in in a trunk, under nets and rope and fishing line, as if he was afraid it would swim off on its own.
I remember dancing with Cal at our wedding, how his eyes shined with candlelight when we sat together at dinner, how he was young and bright and handsome. I remember how he told me I was tired, that I was young and foolish, that I had no family except for him.
When I slip my skin on, all the things I remember everything. I remember the rock of the ocean, the flash of my teeth, the shine of a school of fish, how the starlight reflects off water, how I am made of starlight and ancient and fierce and no one’s to keep.
That day not just a legend was born. That day the purest, most loving soul that ever walked this earth was born.
Michael Jackson, my idol since I have memory. I can’t put into words what this man means to me.
When people ask me why do I love him, I can’t give them an answer because there are so many things and it’s impossible to pick just one.
I can’t remember when I discovered Michael, it’s like he’s always been there. Like, I know him from the start. That’s what Michael is about. He’s there with you, all the time.
But what I do remember is the first time that I saw one of his concerts, I was 7 years old and my dad let me watch his concert from Wembley Stadium, from the Bad Tour.
As my dad has told me, I was trying to imitate all his dance moves while singing all the words to his songs with such a big smile on my face.
His music just gives me life.
Then as I got older, I started to know about the message that he wanted to spread all over the world, which is: LOVE each other.
This man tried to do everything that was on his hand to make the world a better place. He did so much for so many people, yet a lot of those people along with the press tried to bring him down with everything they could.
Yet he stayed strong and got through all of that shit and he continued loving people.
Every time Michael says: ‘I love you more!’ , to the fans it really brings me to tears because he loved us as much as we loved him. He was such an amazing human being, always taking care of us.
I’m really sorry that we couldn’t do more for you Michael. So, in behalf of mankind, I’m sorry.
Michael, I just want to let you know that I love you. I will ALWAYS love you. I want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me, everything you have taught me. Thanks to you I am a better person.
Here it is. The gif to end all gifs. If you haven’t had the pleasure of watching the video of where this dance comes from here it is. Harry smanging is the thing I didn’t know I needed. But even if you don’t like the video, then just enjoy that Harry could possibly be dancing like this. Let’s make Harry smang. All my love and affection to the next fan who meets him and makes him to do this dance.
It’s been three days since Kells has been back in Cleveland.
We’ve done absolutely nothing apart from laze around in ours sweats. However,
we have watched everything on Netflix and smoked hella weed in those three
days, so that’s quite an achievement! It was 10am when I woke up, Kells was
still asleep. He looked so peaceful, one arm raised and under his head, his
blonde hair covering his face and his mouth slightly open. I didn’t want to
wake him so I carefully crept out of the bed and in to see my sister.
“Morning (Y/N)” she mumbled as soon as I opened the door. She
was laying in her bed playing on her phone, probably hungover from being out
last night with her girls.
“Morning (Y/S/N) happy birthday!” I leant over, kissed her
head and handed her a little gift box along with a card.
“Aww thanks! Are you and K
coming tonight? We’re going to that cute cocktail bar downtown.” She sat up in
the bed and yawned. She definitely went out drinking last night, I could still
smell the alcohol on her and let’s face it, she didn’t look great!
“Sure” I sat down on the side of her bed. “I definitely
will, I dunno about Kells though. I’ll ask him when he wakes up.”
“Did he stay here again?!” she asked, I knew exactly what
she was gonna say next so I breathed in deeply to brace myself for it… “You two
need to hurry up and get together already, jeez.” She laid back down in the bed
“Shut up (Y/S/N), he’s my best friend.” I raised my eyebrows
like I was disgusted.
“We all know you like him, I think you’re the only one who
hasn’t figured it out yet!” she rolled her eyes at me.
“He could legit have any girl he wanted… no, he does get any
girl he wants. He’s not gonna settle for me, he doesn’t like me in that way
“I guess we’ll just find out tonight!” She smiled at me.
“Find out what tonight?!”
“You’ll find out” She rolled over and obviously didn’t want
to talk anymore, so I went back to my room to see if K was up yet.
“Good morning sleeping beauty, you are awake” You joked.
“Morning” He sat up in the bed and stretched; his black vest
rising up, revealing the ‘V’ line I’d always been attracted to and the XXX
tattoo on his lower stomach. His voice always sounded so raspy in the morning, it
was sexy. I found myself staring at him for a couple seconds, I was beginning
to look at him in a different way. I didn’t realize how beautiful he was.
I was ready to go to the cocktail bar with (Y/S/N) and her
friends. I wore a black crop top that revealed my left tattoo sleeve and navel
piercing, a pair of black, ripped jeans and a red plaid shirt tied around my
waist. I thought I would just go casual, plus I never really was a high-heels
and glitter sort of girl. I was just doing some last minute makeup touch-ups in
the mirror, when Kells came down the stairs. He put both hands on my shoulders
while peering over me looking at his own reflection in the mirror. He smelled so
good, he always did. He almost took as long as I did to get ready though! He
was wearing black, ripped jeans also, with a white t-shirt, leather jacket and
of course an EST bandana wrapped around his head.
“Fuck (Y/N)!“ He said, his mouth dropped open.
“What? Should I change?” I looked down at myself, I started
to become anxious and paranoid. “It’s too casual isn’t it?”
I could see his eyes dancing around my body and he took a
few seconds to respond. “No, you look amazing, seriously! You ready to go?” I had
seen him bite his bottom lip out of the corner of my eye but I didn’t mention
“Sure” I replied.
In the taxi on the way to the bar, he was telling me about
his day. He had a daddy/daughter date with Casie, they went to the zoo and
painted pictures together. He then met up with his boys and chilled. When we
pulled up outside the bar, Kells got out of the cab and walked around to my
side and opened the door.
“Thank-you sir!” I joked and he held out his arm as if I was
to cross arms with him.
When we got to the bar, (Y/S/N) and all her friends were in
a VIP booth. We walked over linking arms, both of us holding a drink. “How are
you in the VIP section?” I asked my sister. I was a bit confused, you had to be
a ‘somebody’ to get into those. But when I looked over to Kells, he was
smirking as if he had something to do with it. “You did this!” I playfully
punched him in the arm “Great, boost her ego even more!” I laughed
“Fuck it, it’s her birthday… and you’re only 22 once, right?
Let’s get fucked up!” He raised a glass of whisky and everyone cheered.
As the night went on, the drinks were going down easier and
so much quicker. I was really drunk by this point. K hadn’t left my side most
of the night and I felt myself becoming more attached and attracted to him. He
kept catching me staring at him, but when we caught eye contact I would quickly
look away. We kept exchanging contact and flirty comments here and there.
I was on the dancefloor with my sister when Kells came over with a drink for me
and then grabbed me by my free hand and took me outside. He was sticking two
fingers up at me signaling we were going for a joint. We went across the road
and sat on a wall while he skinned up.
“You having a good night?” he pulled his weed and rolling
papers from his pockets.
“Yeah, are you? (Y/S/N) is too, she’s wasted!” I replied,
swaying whilst sitting on the wall.
“Good! It’s her birthday. And yeah, especially now I can get
a breather with my girl, it’s so hot in there!” He took off his leather jacket
and put it around my shoulders.
“Your girl?” I looked at him confused.
“Yeah, you’re my best friend right?” He was still rolling
and didn’t look up from what he was doing.
“Oh” I fake laughed, how embarrassing… ”Yeah, right.” I felt
my face blush slightly but was thankful he was concentrating on rolling and he
didn’t see it.
“I mean, I spoke to (Y/S/N) earlier and she told me that you
were into me?” He questioned. “But you didn’t want to ruin our friendship. That
true?” My eyes instantly widened. “I mean I always thought we had something
between us, but I didn’t wanna lose you either. Y’know?” He laughed and sparked
up the joint, still not connecting his eyes with mine. He actually seemed shy
and I’ve never seen him like this.
I sat on the wall speechless, why would (Y/S/N) tell K this?
For one, I never said that to her and two, he just told me he’s into me?! What
“Can I just see something, real quick?” He asked.
“Sure, what’s wrong?” K pulled me up off of the wall and set
his joint down.
We were now standing in front of each other. He was towering
over me with his arms around me, I wasn’t quite sure what to do with mine so I
just put them on his waist. I felt warm and safe. I felt like I’d been waiting
for this moment all night. He leaned down to kiss me… “What are you doing?” I
asked and jolted my head back.
“Shh.” He put his index finger over my mouth, then moved it
and rested his hand on my cheek. He just held me like this for a few seconds.
His eyes dancing all over my face like he had done earlier and like he’d been
doing all night. He then focused on my mouth, biting his own lip first for the
second time tonight. Before I knew it, his lips had crashed against mine. I put
my hands on his chest, my brain was telling me to push him away, but my heart
was telling me to pull him in closer. It actually felt right. I had this rush
of excitement throughout my body and my legs became weak at his touch. We
continued kissing for a few minutes longer, his jacket fell from my shoulders
which startled him to break away. He had smudged my lipstick so he gently wiped
it away with his thumb. Still holding my face, he looked at me in the eyes and