#I'VE BEEN GETTING SO MANY POLITICAL ADS ON MY PHONE. SHUT UP

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anyway i need to blow up advertisers

[danicac07]

18. Stalker

This was the day that Wonwoo, Vernon, and the one who took the picture and posted on Instagram meet, at the restaurant of Wonwoo's mother.

As they were waiting on this Wonwoo's stalker, his mother gave them iced tea to ease them up cause they're so intense when they get there at the restaurant.

"Who will you meet today? You seem very tense today." Wonwoo's mother said.

"Ma, it is someone we don't know and we have something to discuss with them. Something serious." Wonwoo said calmly but deep inside he's agitated.

"Okay, I'll leave you two it."

"Sorry auntie, and thank you for this lovely drink." Vernon said politely and Wonwoo's mother gave her a smile.

After 15 minutes, she arrived and spotted them immediately.

This stalker is cute, little, flat 5, but has an aura that you wouldn't like at all.

She sits where Wonwoo and Vernon are immediately, and she's quite a chatterbox.

"So, why did you two want to meet me up?"

She said cheerily even though she knows the answer.

'Why would you even care to ask if you know the answer already?' as Wonwoo thinks of what he's going to say but Vernon interrupted him as he knew what he was going to say to her stalker that she might not like.

"As upon agreement, we are here for this matter, right?" Vernon put his phone face on her and pointed out where her account and the posted picture on Instagram. "You see, we don't want any trouble, if you're not going to put this down, we'll take legal action as far as we are concerned."

"You think you can threaten me with those words of yours?" She said cockily. "Try and sue me, you don't have any evidence that it is me who posted it."

With her stupidity, Vernon cock a smile and tells her "If you're not the one who posted this, why did you come here and sit here as if you know who you will meet up?" The stalker immediately was dumbfounded with her small tiny acts.

"I-"

"Admit it. We just want you to shut this off pleadingly, if you want something, please do not drag other people. You can take a pictures all you want with him but do not drag an innocent girl in this." Vernon said beggingly and pointed Wonwoo.

"Okay, okay! But in one condition."

Vernon and Wonwoo look at each other and ask synchronically "What is it?"

"Please take a picture of me and Wonwoo." the stalker said with shy remarks and Vernon was so confused but he took her phone and did it immediately.

"After this, you have to promise to delete that post and put this in your post instead." Wonwoo said, he was still reluctant to take a picture with her stalker but did it anyway.

"Okay!" She said with a puppy look in her eyes.

They have finished taking a picture and the stalker showed the two of them that she deleted the picture.

Vernon added "If we see this picture one more time on social media, we're going to take action, legally."

"You have my word." She stood up and walked away satisfied with having a picture of Wonwoo and her.

The tense ease up and Wonwoo drinks his water.

"You recorded the audio, right? We needed evidence as much as possible so that we can take this matter legally." Vernon said

"Wow Vernon, I've never been impressed by you, not until right now." Wonwoo said with an amazement.

"Hyung, I can be reliable at times." Vernon said proudly "and look, she posted the two of you and the caption said... I had an amazing date with him today."

"She can do whatever she wants with me but don't drag y/n into her mess." He said as if he wants to throw a punch "this is so dragging." He said helplessly.

"Should I call y/n on this matter? She also feels helpless as if it was the end of the world." Vernon said.

Wonwoo just nod and look at his phone with the wallpaper home screen of y/n's picture in it.

Vernon called you and said "y/n, we patch it up. You can rest assured and go to his account again."

With your sigh of relief you just thank Vernon so many times already.

Little did you and Wonwoo know that he's been falling, but he is still getting there.

Wonwoo saw how Vernon smiled as if she saved his girl from the accusation and Wonwoo's mind seething in jealousy and think 'How can he sit there, laugh and happily smiling while talking with you.'

He held those thoughts so tightly and looked away.

Vernon saw through him and made his call to you in loud speaker. "Oh, he took a picture of her and Wonwoo? Is she a stalker?" You said.

"Yup, that is why instead of posting you and Wonwoo out of jealousy, she posted herself and Wonwoo and looked at the caption said." Vernon said while laughing.

"I had an amazing date with him today." You said loudly. "That's not a date though! That's negotiating. " You said protestingly.

Wonwoo smiles at the back not looking on Vernon, but Vernon really laughed out loud as if he's laughing at your joke but in reality he is laughing at his hyung.

With that, y/n end her call.

"Who's that lucky girl you're calling with?" Wonwoo's mother said.

"Oh, it's not my girl, it is hyung's girl." Vernon said pointing out Wonwoo.

"My son's girl? You mean, that young beautiful girl that I met last time? OmO"

"Ma!" Wonwoo said

"Auntie, you've met her?" Vernon said curiously.

"Yes, she's quite hospitable and good nature. She is pleasantly beautiful. No wonder, my son fell for her."

"Ma!"

"Shush." Wonwoo's mother said while teasingly his son.

"Auntie, can I play a music? It seems that Wonwoo had a good time."

"That's a better idea! Hit it Vernon!"

"Ma!" Wonwoo said pouting but you can see his smile.

Then Vernon hits the music ' I'd Lie by Taylor Swift '

I don't think that passenger seat

Has ever looked this good to me

He tells me about his night

And I count the colors in his eyes

He'll never fall in love

He swears, as he runs his fingers through his hair

I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong

And I don't think it ever crossed his mind

He tells a joke, I fake a smile

But I know all his favorite songs

And I could tell you

His favorite color's green

He loves to argue

Born on the seventeenth

His sister's beautiful

He has his father's eyes

And if you ask me if I love him

I'd lie

He looks around the room

Innocently overlooks the truth

Shouldn't a light go on?

Doesn't he know that I've had him memorized for so long?

He sees everything in black and white

Never let nobody see him cry

I don't let nobody see me wishin' he was mine

I could tell you

His favorite color's green

He loves to argue

Born on the seventeenth

His sister's beautiful

He has his father's eyes

And if you ask me if I love him

I'd lie

He stands there, then walks away

My God, if I could only say

I'm holding every breath for you

He'd never tell you, but he can play guitar

I think he can see through everything but my heart

First thought when I wake up is

My God, he's beautiful

So I put on my make-up and pray for a miracle

Yes, I could tell you

His favorite color's green

He loves to argue

Oh, and he kills me

His sister's beautiful

He has his father's eyes

And if you ask me if I love him

If you ask me if I love him

I'd lie

To be continued...

[cherrycheridarling]

'someday maybe' | t.h.

tom holland x singer!reader

warnings: one swear? fluff and angst? kisses

summary: you're so close to finishing your second album when your manager pushes the deadline, your ex tom helps you write the final track.

{listen to someday by michael bublè and meghan trainor (if you want)}

wc: 2.1k

"Someday maybe when we're old and grey,"

"Yes, yes. I know. You are not being a very helpful manager right now, Noelle." you spoke to your phone as you paced around the living room, "Okay. I'll get working on it. Bye." you huffed and threw your phone against the couch.

Your album was due to be released in two months and you needed one more song to tie it all together. Your manager, Noelle, was pushing you to finish the song so she could start the promo of the album.

You were incredibly grateful for your career, but the pressure weighed down on you everyday. Never ending.

With a final groan you picked up your acoustic guitar and sat on the couch. Picking at the strings, trying to find a melody. You hit record on your voice memo app before strumming away.

"Someday maybe when we're old and grey, we can be in love once more. 'Till then I won't give my love away. Darling, I'm forever only yours." you sang softly.

You and Tom had a joyous relationship. A love that only ever existed in movies and fairytales. The type of love story that gets told for generations and onwards. But alas, all good things must come to an end.

Your breakup was calm, serene and clean. A mutual agreement as if your whole relationship had been a business deal. There were no loose ends or jealous passive aggressive remarks made. Just maturity and respect for one another.

Your pinky still held the promise ring he gave you. A token of appreciation. A reassurance that he'd always be there for you. And he lived up to his word.

Tom walked in and sat across from you, startling you, "Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you. Whatcha writing?"

"Need a final song for the album. Sorry for showing up unannounced. I just get better inspiration here, with all the memories, you know?" you timidly looked back down at the guitar.

Tom nodded, "No need to apologize. We gave you a spare key for a reason."

You couldn't stop yourself from spilling the words from your lips, "That was when we were together."

You could hear the awkward silence start to fill the room before he spoke again, "Still our best friend, Y/L/N."

The pain that crossed your features was instant. Being addressed by your last name felt like a stab to the gut. Especially by Tom.

You nodded before playing again, "Can I help you write it?" Tom asked as he sat next to you.

"Dancer, gymnast, actor and now songwriter. How many hidden talents have you got, Holland?" you teased making him laugh.

He shrugged with a smile, "It's kind of like writing a poem, right?"

You pondered on his analogy before slowly nodding, "Yeah, it kind of is. Give it a go."

You began playing the melody and he listened intently for a few moments before singing, "I love seeing you happy. I miss seeing that smile. It's been such a long time. A– Nope. Nope. Nuh-uh. I can't do it." he shook his head aggressively with a loud laugh as you stopped playing.

"No!" you quickly protested, "That was amazing! Don't leave me hanging, c'mon." you nudged him with your shoulder before strumming again.

"Alright, alright." he ran his hands down his face, "And although I don't have you, I know now that I need to?" he paused and gave you a skeptical look before you nodded again, "Somehow make you mine. Mmm."

"Oh, okay. He's giving ad-libs and all. Get it." you nodded as he laughed.

You were so engrossed on Tom actually writing a song with you that you didn't focus on the lyrics he was singing.

"And I won't lie, it's hard seeing you with him 'cause I know he can't hold you like I can." his mood seemed to drop by a thousand as the words left his lips.

"When can we meet this boyfriend of yours?" Harrison flicked your forehead from across the booth.

You, Harrison, Tom and Tuwaine were all sat in the local pub. Pints of beer in front of each of you as loud music and chatting filled your ears.

You shrugged, "He's picking me up, so possibly tonight."

Tuwaine's eyes lit up, "Fina-fucking-lly. I swear you've kept him hidden for years."

"We've only been together for three months, T." you laughed lightly with the group of boys.

And they met him. It wasn't the smoothest of introductions, but an introduction nonetheless.

"Boys, this is Kai. Kai this is Tom, Harrison and Tuwaine." you gestured to the parties as they all shook hands and gave polite greetings.

"So," Harrison started, "What do you do for a living, Kai?"

Kai cleared his throat, "I'm a Senior Resident at Kingston Hospital. Working towards being Head of Pediatrics."

Tuwaine and Harrison both nodded, impressed by his profession. Tom's face remained expressionless as he stared at Kai with cold eyes.

"Do you have any siblings, Kai? Any psycho ex-girlfriends? Any wacky cousins?" Tuwaine joked making everyone laugh. "'Cause Y/N has a lot of wacky cousins."

"We could be in love once more,"

"Hey!" you gasped with a laugh.

Kai pulled you closer to him as he laughed, "No, no wacky cousins or psycho exes, but I do have an older sister and a younger brother."

This game of ask and answer continued on for a few more minutes. Tom didn't say a word, just sipped his beer and burned holes into Kai with his eyes. If looks could kill, Kai would be six feet under.

Kai was a sweetheart, but you two ended ages ago. His work got too much for him and your job had you touring and travelling every second.

You picked up after him with the chorus before diving into your own verse, "I remember that love song. I sang every word wrong, but you didn't mind, no, no."

"I love the things you do. It's how you do the things you love. Well it's not a love song, not a love song. I love the way you get me, but correct me if I'm wrong. This is not a love song, not a love song!" Tom belted the 'Austin & Ally' song from the top of his lungs.

"Your turn!" he pointed the pretend mic in your direction.

You laughed, not knowing any of the lyrics, but still wanting to participate, "I love that you not a licket! And you own a watch and chicken! We got a car!" you sang with full confidence, making Tom burst with laughter.

"Yes! Sing it, darling!" he cheered you on, "Absolutely butchering the lyrics, but sing it!"

"Being stuck inside a car. If it's not a doe, don't kiss it! I can't hear a missing, when there's a shoe inside the ceiling! If you really need to fart, you can lunch on a pig farm! Love song! Love song!" you couldn't even hear the song in the background, your voice overpowering it.

Tom was hunched over from laughing before he came back up and planted a soft kiss on your lips, "You are one hundred percent ridiculous and I love it."

You brought yourself back to reality and sang again, "And I'll admit that I miss you, but only if you do. 'Cause you know that I'm shy. And I can't lie, it's hard seeing you with her. 'Cause I know she can't love you like I can."

Tom's eyes met yours as the words fell from your gentle lips. His mouth was slightly agape as you continued to strum.

"You are absolute rubbish. Imagine coming in eighth. Embarassing." you laughed as you crushed Harrison in a game of Mario Kart.

He shoved you with his shoulder, "You're such a try ha—"

"—It's always the same, Tom! How can I trust you? You follow gorgeous models on Instagram and expect me to trust you?" Nadia's voice cut Harrison's words off.

You looked at him with wide eyes, his expression matching yours.

"Those women that I follow have been my friends for ages. Who I follow on a stupid app shouldn't effect how much you trust me."

You paused the game, cutting off the theme song, "How long have they been fighting like this?"

Harrison sighed, a long groan following, "A few weeks. I think it started when she saw that he liked your Instagram picture?"

You stammered, "M-my post? She got mad about my post?"

Harrison nodded before opening his mouth to speak, but Nadia cut him off again, "And she practically lives here! How do you think it makes me feel seeing my boyfriend play house with a superstar?!"

"Aw, a superstar? I'm flattered." you joked making Harrison stifle a laugh.

"I've been friends with Y/N since we were in nappies!"

"I can't be with you if you're going to be friends with her."

Your laughter abruptly died at her words. Harrison stiffened beside you.

"Y-you can't be serious. You can't make me choose between you and her."

"Why? Because you're gonna choose her?" you could hear her voice crack.

"I-" Tom couldn't make out a sentence for a few moments, "Yeah. I'm gonna choose her."

Your heart fell from it's place, stopping at your feet. Harrison brought a hand to his mouth, "H-he chose you. He chose you!" he whisper shouted before you shushed him.

"Of course. I don't know why I expected anything different. I think I'll be going now." Nadia's footsteps approached the living room.

You and Harrison scrambled to look as if you weren't eavesdropping on their argument/breakup.

Tom followed close behind her, "I'm sorry. I really am."

She nodded, hand on the doorknob, "I know. Goodbye." she stepped out of the house, slamming the front door shut in the process.

Tom let out a breath of relief before turning to you and Harrison who were staring at the Mario Kart home screen with the infamous tune playing.

"You guys are terrible actors."

"'Till then I won't give my love away,"

"I'm forever only yours." the both of you finished the song in unison.

There was a moment of silence before you reached over and ended the voice recording.

"T-that was really good. You can change what I wrote, I know it isn't as good as anything you would've written, but I tried. And it was actually pretty fun and I never knew how difficult songwriting was un—"

"—Kiss me." you cut Tom's rambling off.

His eyes grew wide, "W-wha—"

"—Kiss me, Holland."

He swallowed, a small smile stretching on his lips, "Thank God."

And with that, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. Interlocking like missing puzzle pieces. Moving in sync like waves in the ocean. Soft and sweet, but filled with passion. You could feel his smile against your lips causing you to grin.

His hand came up to pull your face closer into his. Caressing your jaw, fingertips playing with the hairs on the back of your neck. His other hand holding your hip in a tight grip. Pressing the pads of his digits into your flesh, scared that you might slip through his fingers again.

One of your hands was pressed flat against his chest. Steadying yourself, the heat of the kiss threatening to throw you off of your axis. Your other hand tangled itself into Tom's curls. Pulling and tugging lightly causing small groans to fall from Tom's lips. Your fingernails scratching his scalp. Pulling him impossibly closer to you.

"I want my ten pounds." Harrison's voice snapped you and Tom out of your make out session.

Him and Tuwaine stood in the doorway, shit eating grins on their faces.

Tuwaine laughed before placing a ten pound note in Harrison's palm, "You guys couldn't have waited until next month to get back together?"

"You two were betting on us?" Tom laughed at his mates who nodded.

You shook your head with a smile, "Absolute idiots, all of you."

Harrison let out a happy sigh and pocketed the money, "Today was a good day. Had a sick ass shoot. Got ten pounds. And my best friends are finally together again." he waltzed into the kitchen with Tuwaine, leaving you and Tom alone again.

Tom's shy expression met your gleeful one before he spoke, "Someday came a lot sooner than expected, huh?" he chuckled.

You nodded with a laugh, "It certainly did and I am not complaining."

He sent you a wide grin before cupping your face and connecting your lips to his again.

"Darling, I'm forever only yours."

[lsholland]

London Lights (pt. 1) - Tom Holland

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader (1st person)

Genre: Party!Tom

Warnings: swearing; alcohol; nothing much but I don’t recommend -18 to read.

Word count: 1.9k

Author’s note: Hey guys! That’s my first story on this blog. I hope you’ll like it. I’m not native so there may be a few mistakes. I’m trying a new genre of fiction. It’s my first Tom Holland fiction. It’ll be a series of 2-3 chapters. If you want to be part of the master list for Tom please like this post and message me. 

Synopsis: Quarantine has been tough. I’ve lost my boyfriend, and I’m feeling lonely. Clubs and restaurants are open again, but I feel like it’ll never be like it used to. My friends have been pushing me to install Tinder and go on dates. Well, tonight, I’m going on a date. I don’t really want to but I’m going to try and have fun for once. Just a few drinks and I’ll go home. What else could happen?

PS. You can read the story on Wattpad.

What am I doing here? I think to myself.

I matched with this guy on this famous dating app . . . And now I'm supposed to meet him here, at this bar. But I don't want to. I'm just hoping he won't show up so I can escape from this shit-place.

I've been seated at the table for a good 5 minutes. The waitress cleans up the table next to mine and asks if I'm ready to order.

No, I want to leave.

I quickly glance at the drinks menu.

"Ehm . . . A pour over Irish coffee, please."

She nods and leaves. I don't even know what I just ordered. I hope it tastes good. Hopefully it'll make me drunk enough not to remember this awful date.

It hasn't even started yet.

I'm sweating.

"Hey there" says a husky voice right behind me.

I turn around and see my date. His name is Jordan. He's good-looking and I bet he's intelligent, but I don't have this feeling with him. I don't know why I accepted to go on a date in the first place. It's awkward.

"Hey!" I grin.

"Have you ordered something already?" he asks, touching his short, clean beard. "I'm thirsty!"

He looks nice.

*

The waitress hands me my third drink. They help the clock tick a little faster.

He's been talking about his job, his passions. He loves football and practises daily. He has 2 sisters and lives in Camberwell.

Cute.

For a moment, I feel sad for him. He drove all the way to this East London bar, put effort trying to look nice and being cool . . . and yet, he doesn't know it but he has no chance to get lucky tonight. Not with me.

I shouldn't be sorry.

But I am.

I glance around looking for something that might be a little more entertaining than him. I realise I've avoided eye contact since he arrived. I finally glimpse at him. He has beautiful hazel eyes.

Still not enough.

I quickly check my phone. It's getting late. I don't know how to end this.

"Look," I slightly bend over the table. "I'm so sorry but I don't feel like it tonight"

"I noticed." He smirked. "Kinda awkward, innit?"

I chuckle. I am so embarrassed.

"It's okay, though." He added. "I'm just trying to meet new people. I broke up with my ex-girlfriend a few weeks ago. My mates told me I should try these apps."

Okay, now I feel worse than ever. He's been so nice with me and that's how I treat him. I grab my drink and gulp it down.

I shouldn't have done this.

"Let's go dance. I owe you one." I say as I grab his hand and walk towards the dancing area. It becomes difficult to keep my head straight.

I'm drunk, I must admit.

I'm going to regret it, my sober-self shouts in my head.

I don't care is what I reply.

The dancing area is not crowded, but there are already a few people. Most of them are girls.

Girls . . . I wish my friends were not so busy all the time. I would've come to this bar with them instead of wasting my time with strangers.

I start dancing. I stare at him. He looks amused.

A group of guys join the dancefloor and all the girls on my right start screaming. It's so high pitched I cringe.

"What the fuck guys?" I shout, trying to focus on the music.

"Woah, that's Spider-Man!" says my date. He grabs my chin and makes me look in his direction.

No way, I think. It's actually him.

I know he lives in the area, but I've never met him before. It's always weird to see movie stars in real life. They look so much more attractive.

He is so much more attractive.

I try not to be a drunk fangirl and shyly wave to him. He doesn't notice.

"You wanna go and take a picture with him?" my date asks.

"Oh, no, no!" I answer. I'm blushing. "I don't even know what I'd tell him."

He laughs.

The worst thing that could happen is to annoy him during a night out. He needs privacy and I must respect it.

But it's so difficult.

I can't stop staring at him. I don't even control it. Being drunk doesn't help.

"D'you want a beer?" I ask my date whose name I completely forgot.

He nods.

I weave my way through the crowd. I can't believe there are so many people on the dancefloor. The area is so busy since the Spider-Man actor walked in.

Even the bar area is crowded.

I let my body rest against a barstool but quickly lose balance and almost fall on the dirty floor. The flickering lights are making me feel dizzy. I grip the counter and get up. I peer around to make sure nobody saw me.

He did.

I dust off my dress trying to save the dignity I have left.

"Want something?" someone asks behind me. I turn around, it's the barman.

"Two pints of Guinness, please."

I glance back at the same spot, but he's gone. It must've been a dream. I'm so drunk I can't trust everything I think I see.

I'm grabbing both my drinks and look around trying to find my date, but there are too many people. I take a sip of my beer and hold the other one above my head.

Someone hits my arm.

Oh no.

"Oh my God I'm so sorry!" yells the drunk blond girl.

I look at my dress. It's soaking wet. I politely smile at her. "It's okay," I mouth.

What a mess. I glance at the lavatory door. I need to go and save my dress.

"You haven't been lucky here."

I turn around to find out who's talking to me.

It's him. Tom Holland. Talking to me.

"What?" is all I manage to say.

"Do you need a hand?" he politely asks.

I blush so much it's noticeable in the dark.

I'm choking. I'm panicking.

I give him my two beers and walk towards the lavatory. I'm surely starstruck. And drunk. This isn't a good mix.

Once in the room, I grab a handful of tissues and try to soak up my dress. I groan. Did I expect to make that beer mark disappear? Yes. Did it work? Of course not.

I watch my face in the mirror.

I look like shit, I think.

A door slams shut. Two young girls just walked in.

"OH, MY G—THAT'S TOM HOLLAND!" shouts one. They are both panting.

I roll my eyes.

Oh . . . I've given him my beers. What about my date?

"Shit!" I hiss.

I violently open the door and frown my eyebrows as the lights blind me.

He's just here gazing at me. Two beers in his hands. One of them is half empty, the rest being displayed on my dress.

"I'm so sorry!" I say embarrassed as ever.

He smirks. "No worries." He hands me the full glass of beer.

I give him a questioning look as I grab it. What about the other one? Oh, right—He's drinking it.

"What's your na—"

I stop him.

"I know who you are." I peer down. "I'm sorry I didn't wanna disturb you" I say as I'm walking away.

This time I'm smart enough to avoid the crowd on my way out.

"That's rude to leave without saying goodbye!" Tom shouts from a distance.

I turn around and stare at him. He's got a soft smile; he doesn't look drunk at all. I wave him goodbye.

Now, he's approaching me.

"I meant to your boyfriend" he nods in the direction of my date who was dancing with a group of other people.

"He's not my—" is all I can say before he chuckles.

"I figured."

"How?" I clench my jaw. I'm hypnotised by his hand running through his hair. And his smile. And his lips.

"I can barely hear you," he points at a booth in the corner of the room "maybe we could sit there" he suggests.

My mouth softens into a smile.

It's difficult to walk with Tom Holland. Every couple of seconds he's stopped by fans requesting a picture. And he accepts every time.

I'd never be so patient.

"What's that?" he asks.

"It must be so annoying sometimes." I tell him as I sit on the booth.

"When they're nice and ask me, it's cool." He chooses to sit next to me. I can feel his arm touching mine. My heart is racing. He uses his other arm to hold his chin; he looks at me with so much intensity. Sometimes peering down my lips.

His face is so close, but he keeps talking. I can feel his breath on my skin. I'm going to burst into flames. "But when they're taking pictures without asking first, that's delicate."

I nod. I can't really listen to what he's talking about. I'm trying not to lose control.

"So, what's your name?"

He smiles when I tell him. "Why did you leave your date alone?" he asks.

I'm so nervous I stutter. I can't find my words. "I . . . I wasn't in the mood. He knows it. I shouldn't have come here."

"I'm happy you came." He says looking me in the eyes.

I raise my eyebrows. "Are you flirting with me?"

He barks out a laugh and breaks the eye contact. He rests his head on the wall behind us.

He isn't as confident as I thought he'd be. I don't know what's up with him, but I enjoy it.

I suddenly remember he's a movie star. He's always being watched. I glance at the crowd and see flashing lights. They're taking pictures of us.

I'm getting dizzier.

I don't want to see my face on a dumb article talking about Tom Holland's mysterious partner. I don't even know him.

"This is stupid" I mumble.

Tom is intrigued. He hasn't got a clue what I'm talking about. He hasn't even noticed the fans stalking him.

"I'm sorry, I gotta go" I abruptly say as I stand up. "Have a good night."

I grab my phone and leave the venue. I'm upset because I really wish I could've met him in a different context. I open my Uber app: there's no driver available.

Shit.

How's that even possible on a Friday night? In London?

I refresh the app, but it doesn't work. I guess I'll have to walk home.

A part of me wants to go back in this bar and spend time with Tom. He's sweet and I'm sure we would've had so much fun together. I glance through the window trying to see his face one last time, but I can't find him.

"What are you looking for?"

I cringe.

"Oh, sorry I didn't mean to startle you."

It's him. It's Tom.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"Going home too. The fun of the party is leaving . . ." he sighs. I smile back at him. I'm embarrassed.

I stand in front of him, none of us say a word. It's awkward. I'm getting anxious and walk away. I'm so overwhelmed.

He grabs my shoulder. "Wait, are you walking home?"

"Yeah, it's okay don't worry." I smile.

"I can drive you home."

"Sorry, but you've been drinking. I won't let you drive me." I curtly say.

He grins. He looks at one of his mates and nods.

"No way I'm letting you walk home alone," he sighs "besides, you're drunk."

"Come with me then" I instantly reply without thinking.

He nods.

What?

He's coming with me. My heart is racing. I won't survive a 30-minute drunk walk with him.

Not with his beautiful glossy eyes staring at me.

Not with my burning desire to kiss him.

[joongalez]

Neverland | k.hj

Chapter 3

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HONGJOONG makes his way over to the lemonade stand, asking the person behind the stand for two lemonades. The person hands the cups over and Hongjoong gives one of them to Nari.

"Thanks," Nari says, taking a sip of the cool, sweet lemonade.

"Thought you could use some," Hongjoong says. "Thanks for sticking around with me."

"I don't do this often," Nari says. "I mean, go places like this. Amusement parks. I've been trying to be more spontaneous lately."

"Being spontaneous is a good thing. I'm glad you decided to come here."

Nari gives a small laugh.

"You've never been to Neverland before, have you?"

"No." She holds her drink close to her mouth. "This is my first time."

"Welcome to Neverland." Hongjoong gives a proud smile. "I own this amusement park and work here full-time. It's like I never leave."

Nari gives Hongjoong a curious look. "You own it?"

Hongjoong nods, gesturing for Nari to follow him as he starts walking down the path. "Gifted to me by a family relative who turned this park into what it is now. Used to be an old, abandoned park, but it's this now. Lots of people seem to enjoy it."

"I saw it in an ad somewhere," Nari says. "I think. I can't remember now. But I thought it could be something spontaneous to do."

"You're not a spontaneous person, are you?"

Nari shakes her head.

"I'm glad you're trying to be more spontaneous." He smiles. "Have you ridden the Ferris wheel?"

"Yes, I have!" Nari grins. "I came here to ride the Ferris wheel and the swing carousel, and I've completed both tasks."

Hongjoong laughs. "I'm glad! How about bumper cars? Or the tilt-a-whirl? Maybe the haunted mansion?"

"No, that's okay. Really. I don't have any more tickets."

"Didn't you hear me? I own the park." Hongjoong stops, smiling at Nari. "We can go on as many rides as you want here. Don't worry about the tickets."

"Hongjoong?"

Nari looks to her left to see a blonde woman in a forest green pantsuit walking up to them. She has her blonde hair pulled back in a bun and her eyes are strikingly blue.

"Ah, Tinea." Hongjoong gestures toward Nari. "This is Nari, she's new to the park. I was just showing her around. Nari, this is Tinea, my assistant. She basically runs the park for me when I'm not doing it."

Nari gives the woman a polite smile. "Hello, nice to meet you."

Tinea lets out a small sigh. "Hongjoong, the boys are wondering when they get their lunch. Two of them are arguing about the time."

"Let them both go," Hongjoong says. "Shut down a ride if you have to. They need to eat."

Tinea nods, narrows her eyes at Nari, then turns and struts away. Nari notices a small scar running along the left side of the woman's neck, old and faded.

"Tinea is a bit..." Hongjoong starts after she's gone, but then trails off.

"Busy?" Nari asks.

Hongjoong laughs. "Yes, busy. We'll go with that."

"Employee issues? I know a lot about that."

"Not so much as issues, really. Just some boys who are struggling to get along. We just hired the newest boy and him and the one who's been here the longest don't get along the best. We're still working on the dynamics."

"I understand," Nari says. "I work in customer service."

"What do you do?" Hongjoong starts walking again and Nari follows suit.

"I work from home, actually. Answering emails and having phone calls every now and then."

Hongjoong nods. "Doesn't sound very spontaneous."

"I'm not a spontaneous person." Nari grins.

Hongjoong smiles. "I think you should give the haunted mansion a try. It would be spontaneous, wouldn't it?"

He reaches out and touches her hand again, causing butterflies in her stomach like the ones clipped in his hair. Something about this man is drawing her to him, but she can't pinpoint exactly what it is. His looks? His mysterious smile? His kind demeanor?

"I shouldn't," Nari says. "I need to be going anyways."

"Don't leave." Hongjoong steps closer to her. "Please. You've only just gotten here. I'd love to show you the rest of the park."

Nari hesitates.

"You're trying to be more spontaneous, aren't you?" He smiles. "Why not give me a spontaneous yes?"

Nari takes a deep breath then lets it out, a smile forming on her lips. "Okay. Yes. I'll stay."

Hongjoong's smile grows wider. "I thought you might say that."

[milo-my-beloved]

chapter four of stupid things!

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Sorry this chapter is so late! I've had a lot of difficulties... but I hope you enjoy it!

On Monday, Inej wakes up to over a hundred messages. Groaning, she turns over and considers suffocating herself in her pillow, before forcing herself to unlock her phone.

You have been added to a new group chat.

99+ new messages.

Jesper: Sup bitches

Wylan: Hello! :D

Jesper: I thought we could use this to organise date nights

Kaz: It’s my turn to choose.

Jesper: ik dumbass

Kaz: Meet outside the library at 6pm on Friday. I’ll organise transport.

Jesper: doesn’t sound sketchy at all

Wylan: Is there anything we need to bring???

Kaz: Wear fancy clothes.

Jesper: are we gonna rob a bank?

Kaz: If we were, I wouldn’t bring you.

Jesper: rude

Inej scrolls past the rest of the messages, ignoring the endless bickering. Her finger hovers over the mute chat button as she imagines the headache that her dear friends are about to cause her, but locks her phone instead, sitting up. Surely they can’t be that bad? Besides, she would hate to miss out on anything.

{o0o}

By Wednesday, Inej is massively regretting that decision. Even she didn’t think Jesper is capable of starting that many arguments, and his incessant flirting with Wylan is going to be the death of her.

On Thursday, she runs into Kaz on her way home from class and they grab a coffee together. They find a bench tucked out of the way of any foot traffic and chat for a while, but Kaz refuses to tell her what his plans are for this weekend.

“God,” Inej says, leaning back in the seat. “Is Jesper addicted to his phone? I swear, I’ve never seen anyone send that many messages.”

Kaz raises an eyebrow. “Are you surprised?”

She shrugs, tipping the last of her latte in her mouth. “I shouldn’t be, I suppose.”

“What have they even been talking about?” he asks, taking their empty cups and tossing them in the bin beside him. “I muted the chat about an hour after Jes made it.”

Inej blinks a few times, staring out into the fields coated in mist as she reevaluates her life choices. Why did the universe decide that these would be her friends?

She groans, dramatically flopping sideways onto Kaz. “I should have done that days ago.”

{o0o}

When Friday finally rolls around, their evening plans are still a mystery to everyone but Kaz. No matter what schemes they had come up with, Kaz had refused to tell. Wylan had asked him politely, claiming the not-knowing is bad for his anxiety (which is probably true, actually) and Inej had even offered him a bribe, to no avail.

(Jesper had just pestered him over text. Inej doesn’t have the heart to tell him that Kaz has blocked his number.)

The three of them look ridiculous, standing outside the library in their fanciest clothes. Wylan is wearing a plain black suit, his bow tie slightly askew, while Jesper is wearing a colourful suit jacket and black jeans. A few students give them weird looks, but most of them are too busy with their own lives to give more than a few seconds thought towards them.

When a limo pulls up instead of Kaz’s shady minivan, Jesper’s mouth falls open. Kaz pushes the door open, sticking his head out. “Are you coming, or what? And Jesper, shut your mouth.”

Jesper and Wylan clamber in first, Inej gracefully sliding in after them. She self-consciously runs a hand down her dress, the purple silk soft against her palms.

“You look beautiful,” Kaz whispers while Jesper and Wylan are distracted by a bottle of champagne waiting for them, and she blushes.

“So do you,” she replies, smiling at his entirely black suit. Apart from their day at the beach, she’s never seen him out of a suit, but she can see why he wears them.

“Hey, Kaz,” Jesper interrupts, pouring the champagne into four glasses. “Will you tell us where we’re going yet?”

“Nope,” he replies with a smug smile.

“How did you afford all this?” Wylan asks, looking around at the luxurious. “Did you actually rob that bank? Without us?”

Kaz rolls his eyes, and Inej stifles a laugh.

“You’re not far off, Mr Van Sunshine,” Jesper laughs, sticking his tongue out at Kaz. “He’s always been secretly rich, but no one knows where it comes from.”

“His terrifying glare?” Wylan suggests.

“His suits?” Inej offers.

“I think it’s his sparkling personality,” Jesper answers with a wink.

“Oh, shut up,” Kaz mutters, just as the car comes to a stop.

No one moves for a moment, until Kaz rolls his eyes and climbs out first, muttering something to himself. He extends a hand to help Inej out, but he leaves Jesper and Wylan to fend for themselves as he leans over and gives the driver some instructions.

“Just in here,” he says, ushering them all towards a shady looking door. Jesper and Inej share an incredulous look, and Wylan looks like he is itching to run in the opposite direction of whatever this is.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Kaz grumbles, opening the door to reveal a dark corridor. “It’s the back entrance. Someone owed me a favour.”

There’s another blank silence where no one moves.

“I swear no one is going to get murdered and no crimes are going to be committed. Good enough for you?”

Inej can’t help but smirk at how nervous Jesper looks. Usually, he’s up for anything, but he keeps shifting his weight and staring into the long, dark corridor. Wylan, beside him, looks close to passing out.

“Oh, come on guys,” Inej says, stepping (with only a split second of hesitation) towards the doorway, her voice filled with false confidence. “I’m not having you ruin my hot date.”

Kaz doesn’t smile, but his eyes sparkle with that mischief she has come to love. In return, she gives him a glare that roughly translates as ‘I better not get stabbed, I like this dress without the blood stains, thank you.”

Begrudgingly, they all follow her inside, the metal door clanging shut behind them and shrouding them in darkness.

Now her eyes are adjusting, Inej can see a small gleam of light coming from around the corner, so she follows that, praying that she won’t trip over something or walk into a wall.

“This has to be the third sketchiest thing you’ve ever made me do,” Jesper mutters at the back of the group, and Inej hears Kaz snort in response.

“What were the other two?” Wylan whispers nervously, but no one answers him.

Inej comes to an abrupt halt when she reaches the end of the hallway, her mouth dropping open. Kaz must have been telling the truth about the back entrance, because standing in front of them is the most glamorous restaurant she has ever laid eyes on. Inej doesn’t think she has seen so much luxury in one place before; it looks like something straight out of a fairytale or a magazine, the huge chandelier above them dazzling her.

A waiter arrives quickly, shaking hands with Kaz. “Right this way, my friends,” he says, ushering them over to a booth away from the bustle of the kitchen and the other diners. “Here are your menus,” he continues, handing them out, “and I will return in a few moments for your drinks orders.”

“Thanks, Rotty,” Kaz answers, oblivious to the three wide-eyed stares he is getting from around the table.

Somehow, it reminds Inej of the night where she first met Kaz. Hopefully this time they won’t have to worry about getting arrested.

“What’s everyone having?” Kaz asks, and Inej realises he’s ignoring them on purpose. “I hear their duck is excellent.”

“I’ve never been to a super fancy restaurant before!” Jesper exclaims in a whisper shout. “I don’t know what half this stuff says.”

“Uh,” Wylan says, looking at his menu like it personally offended him. “I’m not that hungry…”

Kaz rolls his eyes. “How about I order for everyone, hm? Unless you have any objections, Inej?”

She shakes her head, her mind still swimming as she tries to figure out how Kaz managed to book a table in such a lavish restaurant. Maybe Jesper is onto something with the whole bank robbing thing, she muses.

Sure enough, Kaz orders for them all with no hesitation. When Jesper starts awkwardly shuffling in his seat, he adds, “Dinner’s on me, by the way. It’s only fair, after all.”

Everyone stares at him for a minute, floundering for something to say. Suddenly, Inej starts laughing, leaning her head forward onto the table as she tries to stifle her giggles and ends up hiccupping instead. Wylan joins in with a nervous chuckle, but Kaz and Jesper just stare at her, amused.

“‘Nej, you okay?” Jesper asks eventually as Kaz pats her back in what he hopes is a soothing motion.

“Yeah,” she manages to gasp out, trying to take some deep breaths. “Sorry, it’s just-” She bursts out laughing again as another table looks away, distaste written all over their faces. “It’s just so surreal.”

Luckily, the food arrives before she can embarrass herself any further.

Kaz must secretly be some kind of psychic, because there is no way he somehow knows exactly what Inej’s taste in food is. Whatever he’s picked out for her - some kind of posh pasta, she thinks - is maybe the most delicious food she has ever eaten, and if she wasn’t in public, she would be making all sorts of inappropriate noises as she eats it.

“Mmm,” Jesper moans, clearly not having the same reservations. “I think I can die happy now.”

Kaz rolls his eyes again, but Inej can see the smile peeking out from behind his fork.

Clearly, his food magic is also working on Jesper and Wylan, because they look equally happy with their choices. She has never seen Jes inhale a plate of food so fast, and he usually eats quite quickly. Wylan looks like he’s considering making out with the sauce left on his plate, and Inej decides that if she dropped dead right now, she wouldn’t even be mad.

“I can’t take you people anywhere,” Kaz complains, his eyes twinkling with the light of the chandelier. Inej laughs as Jesper pouts, and the waiter reappears to take their plates away.

{o0o}

“So,” Jesper says in the limo on the way back to the library. “Who has the best taste?”

“Me, clearly,” Kaz answers without hesitation. “You all like what I ordered for you, didn’t you?”

“No, silly.” Jesper whacks him lightly on the arm. “Who organised the best double date?”

Wylan actually raises his hand before speaking. “I liked bowling.”

Inej crosses her arms. “Of course you did. Was it the actual activity, or the fact Jesper was practically grinding-”

“Woah, ‘Nej, let’s not scar the poor boy,” Jesper cuts in, blushing almost as much as his boyfriend. “My favourite was dinner, actually.”

“I liked the game night,” Kaz states, “But I’m sure you’ll all accuse me of being biased.”

“Beach was best,” Inej declares, leaning sideways into Kaz. “So, who wins? It’s just a four way tie, isn’t it?”

“Well,” Jesper exclaims, “We can’t have that.”

There’s no sound but the noise of the traffic outside for a minute or two, and then Jesper jumps like he’s been electrocuted. He smiles, but Inej sees the mischief in his smug grin and immediately senses danger.

“Rematch?” he offers, and she sighs.

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Thank you so much for the ask @queenlover05! Sorry, it took us a while to answer, we hope this story is worth the wait! 💕🔥 

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Warnings: ANGST, language, mentions of unprotected sex, pregnancy and a LOT of FLUFF in the end

Characters: Y/N & Ben Hardy

Word count: 2.6K words a little longer than usual for a request, my hand slipped oops

Written by: @deakyswhitequeen

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Staring at the white and blue bathroom tiles of your bathroom’s floor, you forced yourself to remember how to breathe.

Closing your eyes, you inhaled, held your breath, and exhaled. Repeatedly.

How the fuck did this happen?

  Stay calm. Breathe. Clear your mind.

When the fuck did this happen?

  Breathe. Everything’s gonna be okay. Stay calm.

Fuck, what am I gonna do now?

  Clear your mind.

Do I tell him?

  Stop it. Breathe.

Shit, how should I call him? Or text him? Should I show up at his place? Should I tell him to come at mine? Will he want to see me? Do I want to see him again? Should I wait a while? Should I tell him right away?

“STOP!” you yelled out.

You didn’t mean to scream it out. Those voices inside your head were becoming louder and louder and were talking over each other and constantly fighting. You felt like your head was gonna explode.

Your eyes shut open and focused again on the intricate motives on the white tiles of your bathroom.

Looking around you, you found the stick on the floor two feet away from you.

Three lines. No way you could mistake it. You were pregnant.

In all your life, of all the times you’d imagined that moment, you’d never imagined something like that.

You thought it would have been a joyful moment, with a little bit of fear and worry for the huge step you’d gonna be taking, but mainly happiness. With the person you’d be spending your life with.

Instead, you found yourself sitting on the floor of your bathroom, alone.

You felt hopeless, abandoned and utterly, completely alone.

Rubbing your eyes with your hands, you forced yourself to find the strength of standing up and looking at your reflection in the mirror.

Now all the late evening sicknesses, the aversion to tuna and salmon which you normally loved and the sense of uneasiness every time you got up in the morning had a reason to be. What a fool you felt now for not having understood earlier.

You stared at your own reflection, turning halfway to your left, looking for some signs of a bigger belly but everything looked normal to you. It must have been like a month or two max.

Caressing your lower belly, you sighed. The next thing in your mind besides coming to terms with it  was realising you now would have had to tell him.

The thought of him brought you back to the night when six weeks ago the two of you had put the word ’end’ to your relationship. That night had only been the climax of a lot of things piling up over those months of being together, like fights about him always being away, fights about you working late in the evenings and endless fights about way too many rescheduled dates and missed calls.

You remembered the look on his face when you both realised that that was it for the two of you. You remembered him cupping your face and kissing you heavily and passionately and then him rolling you over on his couch and just exploring every inch of your body as if to try and impress it all in his mind. You remembered not wanting that moment to end and savouring every inch of his skin, inhaling his cologne and absorbing the image of his beautiful green eyes into yours.

You also remembered crying your eyes out later that same night. After making love for what seemed like an eternity and a fraction of a second at the same time, he’d fallen asleep next to you and you’d felt tears pricking behind your eyes. You’d cried silently and lulled yourself to sleep that way, knowing you’d never stop loving him.

The timer beeping in the kitchen told you it was midnight and brought you back from your flashback.

You couldn’t tell him about the pregnancy.

You knew that the second your eyes would have met his, you’d become puddle at his feet. You were too much in love with him to have the strength of telling him you were expecting his baby and then see him walk away again from you.

Getting over him was one of the hardest things you’d ever done and you were not sure you would have bared to do it another time.

You opened the sink and let cold water wash over your face. When you looked back up at yourself in the mirror, you were sure you’d taken the right decision.

Months passed and your determination and will power made it possible that the baby grew strong and healthy in your belly, which was getting bigger and bigger by the day, according to your friends and family. They had repeatedly asked you who the father was, but the only person who you’d actually told the truth to was your gynecologist.

She was the only one who knew the father of your baby was actually Ben freaking Hardy.

Every time someone close to you asked you who the father was, you just said it was this guy who you’d seen for a few months and then broke up with because of his work. Which in fact was not entirely untrue… you just happened to omit the fact that the guy was a world-famous celebrity.

You resolved way early in the pregnancy that sharing the father’s identity would only have compromised his work – the media would have followed him everywhere – and your privacy.

It was only easier this way.

As you walked through your last six months in your mind, a little smile popped up on your lips and you mentally applauded yourself for handling it so well.

You were only a few gynecologist-appointments away to the due date and not a single call or text from Ben. Over the months, as you taught yourself to forget about him, you figured he had forgotten about you.

That Monday you had left home later than usual for your OBGYN appointment. Your heels clicked on the asphalt of the sidewalk as you walked quickly from your car to the clinic. You checked in for the examination and were told you had a two-hour wait ahead of you.

Hearing your stomach grumble for something to eat – which you had not had in the hurry of leaving home as soon as possible – you decided to employ those two hours in getting breakfast at the Starbucks across the street.

Just like you’d expect, there were dozens of people in line for coffee. You patiently got in line and took out your phone to look through your messages and pass the time.

Two messages from mom, a missed call from your friend Debbie and an Instagram direct from your group of friends. The usual.

Scrolling through your feed you noticed recurring photos of Ben recently taken by paparazzi. Ben in a sweatshirt jogging in the park, Ben in his grey beanie walking Frankie, Ben in the pink suit at Wembley with Gwilym.

His face seemed to be everywhere those days. And it was becoming harder to ignore the fact that you hadn’t told him about the baby.

You sighed frustrated and put your phone away in your purse, accidentally elbowing the person behind you in line.

As you turned to apologize, you looked up and froze on your spot.

You’d looked at one of his pictures on the phone like three seconds ago and there he was.

“Sorry…” you mumbled and quickly turned around. You had only been able to catch a glimpse of the reassuring smile he had given you.

He was wearing air pods so he probably hadn’t even heard you. You hoped he hadn’t noticed how red you’d become on your cheeks and how awkward you were moving now that you knew he was behind you.

He was even more handsome than you remembered, with his stupid black leather jacket you used to borrow all the time and the black sunglasses in his hair. It was hard not to think how much you’d missed him.

“What’s your name sweetheart?” the woman behind the cashier asked you.

You shot a fleeting glimpse behind you and answered: “Y/N”.

As she wrote down your name on the cup, you felt something moving behind you and you soon heard his voice

“Y/N, is that you?” Ben asked from behind you.

Crap. Your cover had been compromised.

You slowly turned to him and waved a little “Hi”

You saw him smile widely, then taking in your whole figure and painting his face with genuine surprise.

“Wow, it’s been so long…” he attempted, rubbing his neck awkwardly “ehm… congratulations…!”

You smiled back and thanked him, as you walked away from the cashier and found a place at a table nearby.

“So how have you been?” you asked him with a polite smile, while the butterflies stormed in your stomach.

He told you about his recent projects and the future ones and you nodded along like you would with a long lost friend with whom you don’t have the same intimacy anymore.

He stopped for a second and smiled.

“You look radiant” He just commented and you felt your cheeks flushing.

“Oh stop it, Ben”

“No, I mean it…” he continued “You look happy”

He smiled again then added “I don’t know who he is… but I can see he makes you happy”

You felt like laughing and crying at the same time. Maybe it’s the hormones.

You shook your head “It’s not a he…” you giggled lightly at the confusion on his face.

“Oh, I’m sorry I-”

“It’s a she…” you interrupted him “but she’s very young, she doesn’t have a name yet…”

As you said so, you saw his eyes focusing on your hand placed on your prominent belly.

He looked back at you and chuckled “Well, in this case, I’m very happy for you. A girl… like you always wanted…”

You didn’t know if it was your imagination or something, but those words sounded so sad and sincere to your ears.

You gave him a small smile before looking away from his eyes.

“Is it inappropriate for me to ask who the father is?” he attempted.

You looked back at him and slowly shook your head.

“It is not inappropriate. It’s a legitimate question and you have no idea how many times people have asked me…”

He smiled “And what do you tell them?”

That sneaky bastard knows me too well.

“’You don’t know him… we’ve dated for a while but we’re not together anymore’”

“And what do you tell me?”

He knows it’s not the entire truth, I cannot believe him.

You found yourself torn between the decision to keep him in outside the whole thing and the urge to tell him everything.

“Exactly what I say to everyone that asks… I’m not seeing the guy anymore” you answered and Ben nodded slowly.

“Do I know him?” he asked, trying to sound casual.

You smiled a little “I’m not sure…”

He shifted in his seat and leaned in towards you so he could whisper, “Then tell me his name, I might remember him…”

His green eyes were staring into yours and you felt at home after a long time of wandering around. If you’d been prone to sarcasm a few minutes ago, now there was no trace of it. You could read in his eyes he was trying to remain still while thinking you had been with somebody else.

“Can I ask you something?” you suddenly said, trusting your instinct.

He nodded vividly “Sure, Y/N, anything…”

“Have you ever thought about us since… you know… we broke up?”

He bit his lip, like he would always do when he had something hard or important to say, and gently took your hands into his.

“You have always been in my mind…” he admitted in a low voice looking down at your hands “Whether I was asleep or awake, you were always there… and I’ll never forgive myself for letting you slip away from me”

“You didn’t let me…” you stopped him “I slipped away cause we both decided it was best for us. I decided that–”

“Yeah, but I didn’t stop you. I thought our decision would have made my life easier… I didn’t imagine how wrong could I be…”

You didn’t expect such an open-hearted confession.

“Do you really feel this way?” you asked cautiously.

He looked right back at you “Of course I do, Y/N, I-”

“Then answer this,” you interrupted him again “if we could go back to that moment and change what happened, would you want to?”

You were staring into each other’s eyes and it felt like the world around you had stopped. As you waited for an answer, you felt his thumb rubbing circles on your hand.

“No, I wouldn’t” he then said and you felt the small ray of hope dying out inside of you.

“Oh-”

“I wouldn’t change what happened because it made me understand what life feels without you and now I know I’m ready to make things work”

Your lips parted in shock. It was exactly what you’d always dreaded to hear from him. What was happening felt surreal and before you knew it you caught him inching closer and softly kissing your lips.

It was like coming home after a long time and the gentleness of the kiss made your heart soar.

You pulled away and looked down at your hands still intertwined to his, a small giggle falling off your lips.

“I missed this” you admitted looking back up.

He smiled openly “I missed you” he kissed your lips again, before pulling away, “so… do we get a second chance?”

You chuckled “Would you believe me if I said I’d been waiting for you to ask me this for the last six months?”

Ben chuckled as well, leaning in and resting his forehead against yours “I’m sorry it took so long”

“It’s okay,” you smiled “we made it, didn’t we?”

He smiled as well, “Yeah, we did”, he stopped for a second, then added: “Would the father be okay with this?”

Your lips curved in a big smile, “I bet he would. He’s a very cool guy, you know?” an idea popped into your head and you picked up your phone, “in fact, I’m gonna tell him right now…”

Ben’s eyes widened a little “You’re gonna text him now? Y/N, that’s not neces-”

A faint bing caught his attention and interrupted him mid-sentence.

He excused himself and stuck out his phone. You laughed a little, partially because you realized he hadn’t changed the phone cover you’d given him for his birthday, and partially because of his priceless expression once he’d read the text you’d sent him.

He looked up at you, his pink lips parted in surprise and his green eyes watery and glowing with renewed light.

“Are you joking?” he asked with a nervous chuckle.

You vividly shook your head “It’s you, Ben.”

He huffed and let out a light chuckle, nervously passing a hand through his blond curls.

“I-I can’t believe this…” he sniffled and only then you realized he was actually on the verge of crying.

You reached out to take his hand and held it tight into yours, smiling nicely and gently rubbing it with your fingers.

“This is our second chance”

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