#Im so ready to get wasted during Christmas dinner

[tra1nchi]

WAAAAAH MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! YAY!!! I'm going to sleep now to see if santa left one of my favourite characters oiled up under the christmas tree 😏😏 KISSES FOR YOU ALL HAVE A JOLLY DAY!!!!

[pullupinarari]

lewis said smth hurtful, went out to work. reader got injured and didnt tell him thinking he's not in a mood. so she called her sister/bsf instead to send her to a clinic/hospital. she downplays her injury and still prepared dinner for lewis, not staying to eat with him tho. thinking he needs time away from her.

omg im so sorry if this is too long of a an idea for a blurb </3

a/n: this is insanely long for a "blurb" lol i'm so sorry, you know i get carried away when it comes to angst and i literally had to stop myself from continue writing this 😭 hope you enjoy!! 🩷

In the middle of all the chaos surrounding your day, after kicking off your morning with a very stressful meeting with your boss at work, you thought things couldn’t get any worse - but you were wrong, so wrong. 

During your lunch break, you met your boyfriend that was already at your place, preparing lunch for the both of you. He met you with a kind smile, but it was already too late: the agitating tension was already emanating from your body, matching the screaming headache that started growing and decided not to stop bothering you for the past couple of hours.

You’re sighing loud, stomping around the house, not even daring to meet his eyes as you don’t even have the strength inside of you to force a smile on your lips. No matter how sweet his gestures might be, you just wish you could be alone, now - enjoying your break in peace, trying to forget about all the stress that your boss caused in your mind, anger boiling in your veins every time you even think about it. 

Lewis is trying his best to stay silent, giving you space as he can feel the storm forming above your head, ready to hit at any moment now. The man gently stirs the food in the pot, grabbing a dish to serve it. 

You finally sit down, grabbing your fork to start eating, not even acknowledging your boyfriend, not looking at him, not even muttering a ‘thank you’ for his thoughtful actions. 

- Thought I would make your favorite dish, trying to light up your day a bit more. - Lewis carefully said, his voice sounding quiet yet sweet, realizing now that he had that thought in mind, while being completely unaware of your angry state.

You just hum at his words, your eyes focused on your dish as you don’t even waste a second to reply to him. Your brain feels heavy inside your head, feeling like it’s fighting an internal battle with itself, the carousel of intrusive thoughts stepping on your skin, the annoyance jumping in your bones. You just don’t have it in yourself to talk right now. 

Your boyfriend frowns, letting out a small sigh as well, picking his food. He knows that you’re not in the best of moods right now, but he hates seeing you like this and feeling like he can’t do anything about it. He just wants to comfort you, to help you in any way. 

Cleaning his throat, his courageous side decides to speak up again.

- I was thinking about leaving work a bit earlier today. Maybe we could go for a walk downtown, and watch the Christmas lights? - your boyfriend suggests again, only to be met with a furious huff erupting from your body. - No, thank you. I just want to be alone today. - your harsh words hit him like a ton of bricks, sensing his feelings shatter like they’re made of glass, each tiny piece invading his insides, cutting right through his heart. 

You didn’t mean for your words to sound so mean. But you would expect him to understand, from the first sigh that left your mouth the second that you stormed inside the house, that today it’s a ‘no’ day for you. You just wanted him to stop pushing it when you’re clearly not willing to give back to him. 

And Lewis might be understanding, but he won’t shut up and take whatever you throw at him. 

- I know you’re upset, but that is not my fault. I wasn’t the one making you angry, so I shouldn’t be the one getting all this backlash from you. - he tries to reason, his own tone sounding colder now, feeling something shifting inside of him after hearing the way you spoke to him.

An exasperated sigh escapes your lips again, your figure moving on its own as you get up from your seat at the table. 

- I’m not hungry anymore. - you state, throwing your fork into the plate, turning your back on your boyfriend as you leave the kitchen. 

He stops eating as well, rolling his eyes at your childish attitude before letting a deep breath out. 

- Call me when you decide to stop acting like a kid! - he shouts from the kitchen, grabbing his belongings and reaching for the door, slamming it behind him once he leaves. 

You heard his words, loud and clear. They made sure to enter your brain, moving by themselves while working to emphasize your rage even more, your fists closing as your nails start digging on the skin into the palm of your hand, trying to distract you from the riot happening in your mind, right now. 

Truth be told, you and Lewis have only been dating for a year and a half. Everything still feels very recent, very fresh - and your communication as a couple isn’t definitely at its finest, that’s for sure. 

You’re both adults, but you’re still learning the best ways to deal with each other, especially in situations like these. 

Lewis knew it. He knew it, from the moment he saw you walking inside the house, looking like a tornado had just hit, that you had turned into a raging storm, and he had no doubt that, sooner or later, you would wreck the environment around you. 

He is not used to seeing you act this way, though. It’s not usual for you to blow up in his face, such a rare event that this attitude of yours makes him wonder. Wondering what happened for you to lose your cool, for you to take it out on him. The thoughts keep pacing on the back of his mind while he drives, questioning if, maybe, you have been a storm all this time.

The fact that you keep thinking that you’re always right, doesn’t help. No matter how Lewis tries, it seems like you can’t accept that, sometimes, you are the one in the wrong. 

Like now. You blew up on your boyfriend without him having any fault of the way your boss ruined your entire day with a meeting. And still, here you are: stomping your feet around the house like a sulking kid, slamming doors, throwing away everything that reaches your fingers, in a thoughtless act of childishness, of unsolved problems that you hold with your own emotions. 

“What a stupid day. What a stupid meeting. What a fucking stupid fight” - you think to yourself, trying to let go of all the events that just took place during the first half of your day, gathering your belongings to go back to work. 

As you are coming downstairs, your face is buried on your phone as you text your co-worker, and your foot accidentally slipped on one of Roscoe’s squishy toys that was left forgotten on your stairs. 

Losing your balance, you fall on the stairs, your heels not helping your case as you could feel your entire foot spraining. You grab your foot, biting down your lip hard to prevent you from screaming due to the agonizing pain that seems to be travelling through your own body now.

Grabbing your phone, you decide to call your sister, telling her that you had an accident, asking her to take you to the hospital.

There’s no point in calling Lewis - he probably doesn’t even care that you just fell down the stairs, he definitely is not in the mood to deal with your whiny state, after all the bullshit that you just pulled on him. 

It’s just a sprained ankle, after all. You and your sister didn’t even have to stay in the hospital for long - and during the time that you were there, he didn’t call, he didn’t text you. He didn’t reach to talk to you, to try and see if you were feeling better, if you were finally able to talk it out.

You know you are asking for too much on his part, though. You definitely wouldn’t be ready to say a word if it wasn’t for your injury now, that made your boiling anger soften a bit more, making you reconsider everything that happened. 

But still, you don’t have the courage to reach him either. You’re not trying to run from all your emotional pain, you are just now noticing the guilt that’s possessing you. 

And it’s not just today. It’s not just your bad mood, or the way you turned your back on him today. However, it is the way your boyfriend seems to constantly get caught in the midst of your insecure winds that tend to wrap him, tagging him along with your thoughts and paranoia, breaking him down - even if he doesn’t realize it sometimes. 

You have been trying your best to carry all the weight of the things that you should’ve left in the past but that, somehow, still haunt you today. Putting on a façade, your heart always hurts the most at 3 am, when you’re alone or when Lewis is fast asleep, not even hearing your sounds. 

Trying your best to ignore the pain on your foot, you stand in the kitchen now, cooking your boyfriend’s favorite dish - mirroring the exact same gesture that he had for lunch, showing just how much acts of service is your love language.

Your heart races, anxiety running through you as you pray that he still decides to show up for dinner, hoping he can be capable of giving you a second chance today. You’re definitely not ready to go to sleep angry at him, definitely not sure if you can face another day alone, with the weight of your actions weighing heavy on your soul, even if you are just a victim of circumstances as well.

Taking a deep breath, you decide that this needs to change. You need to take accountability for each one of your storms, before it’s too late - before you lose the man who made you fall head over heels for him. You dread the thought of seeing Lewis turning your back at you as he leaves your life, praying that he doesn’t decide to leave before he gets to know you, the real you. 

A wave of relief washes over you as you hear the front door of your house open, signaling that Lewis decided, indeed, to show up again.

The man almost tiptoes his way to where you stand, next to the oven. He keeps his distance, silently watching you, as if he is trying to see through you, analyzing your mood, trying to understand if you’re still mad. 

You feel softer, with sadness just rushing inside your veins due to everything that took place today. You look at Lewis from the corner of your eye, not ready to break the deafening silence that’s surrounding both of your figures now - scared that you might fuck it up again. 

As you walk around to finish his food, Lewis raises an eyebrow when he sees you limping around the kitchen. His eyes follow your body, focusing on the bandage that’s tightly wrapped around your ankle now.

Concern takes care of his form now, making him kill the quiet bubble that you’re both in. 

- What’s wrong with your foot? - he questions, his voice sounding worried, but not as sweet as it used to, before. 

There’s still remains of bitterness throbbing in his chest from all the things that were said and done, but he would never, ever, not worry about you.

You shrug, downplaying what happened to you just a few hours ago.

- Just a sprained ankle, nothing much. Dinner is ready, it’s your favorite, I hope you enjoy it. - you can feel your voice trembling as you move to leave the kitchen, slowly walking your way to the living room, trying to lay on the sofa as you don’t have the courage to sit next to Lewis now. 

You can’t even look at his face, let alone inside his eyes - afraid of the feelings that you might find inside of his wounded heart. Your brain keeps whispering sweet lies to you, making you believe each one of them. And maybe what your mind tells you is true. Maybe Lewis needs some time away from you, maybe he doesn’t like this side of you just he is slowly uncovering, maybe he is rethinking a future by your side. 

You love him still, you always will. But you can’t do this by yourself, you don’t want to do life alone, but you just need to learn how to respect his decision, if he ends up leaving you for good. 

Lewis is still in the kitchen, his eyebrows knitted together as he tries to puzzle together everything that happened today. His main focus is still your injury - why did you hurt yourself and why didn’t you call him? Not even wanting to tell him what happened. And why the hell won’t you stay to have dinner with him, after cooking it?

Reaching for the living room, he takes a seat next to you, looking you in the eyes now, as his fingers slowly caress your cheek - forgetting about the fight, about the bad mood, about the stomping and sighing. His baby is hurt, and he just wants to take care of you, to be here for you. 

His silky touch is enough to make some small tears appear in the corner of your eyes, now. 

- What’s wrong, my love? I’m here to listen - his tone sounding like honey now, hitting you right in the core, softening immediately in front of him. 

A knot forms in your throat as you try your best not to cry. 

- I’m sorry about exploding in your face, this morning. I’m sorry about this side of me that I don’t really know how to tame. It really wasn’t your fault, I shouldn’t have- - you start rambling, wanting to say everything at the same time, afraid that you might run out of time, afraid that Lewis might not want to hear what you have to say anymore.  - I just want to say that I understand if you need some time away from me. - you finally admit after taking a deep breath, letting a tear fall free on your cheek. 

Your boyfriend has a confused expression splattered in his face, questioning what kind of chaos has been dominating your head lately. 

- Baby, breathe. And please, stop with the nonsense. What happened to your foot? - he decides to focus on what’s more important, now. - I fell down the stairs - you quietly replied. 

His eyes soften even more at your words, his hand moving to softly massage your hurt foot. You hiss at first, but after a second it helps alleviate the pain that was already reaching the rest of your leg.

Lewis smiles softly as he feels you relaxing at his touch, leaning his body to leave a kiss on your shoulder.

- And why don’t you want to have dinner with me? - he hums softly, applying more soft kisses on your arm, never stopping his massage on your injury. 

An embarrassed sigh escapes you.

- I told you. I think you might need some time away from me.

Lewis slowly shakes his head at your words.

- That’s complete nonsense, my love. I can’t even sleep an entire night without having you wrapped in my arms anymore, you really think I need time away from you? Don’t be silly - he informs you softly, a kind smile playing on his lips. - It’s completely okay and normal to lose our tempers sometimes, baby. It happens to all of us, myself included. And we are going to learn how to deal with all this in the best way we can, yeah? Together. 

You manage to let out a very shy nod at his words, not even knowing what to say to the way he makes you feel so special, loved and cared for. 

His lips finally find yours in a gentle, loving kiss, dancing intertwined for a moment - missing each other terribly. 

- I just want a future with you, my clumsy girl, not time away from you. In fact, I don’t want any kind of life without having you by my side. - he promises, honoring his word with another assuring kiss on your lips, allowing you to finally breathe in the oxygen that he provides you, feeling lighter as you finally wrap your arms around your man’s figure, never letting him go. 

[rommahh]

I Carry Your Heart

Harry Styles x Reader

Word Count: 4k

{Ahhhh ok so this is my first work like ever. There will definitely be a second part because ive got more to say and it needs a second part. I hope whoever sees and reads this imagine enjoys it. I appreciate comments, likes, reblogs, ideas on what could go into the story, and any form of help and redirection as to how i should write things. Much love, R.}.

Part two

All Y/N wanted tonight was to hang out with her boyfriend, eat a mass amount of junk food, and watch a marvel movie or two. That was all she wanted and that was all she asked of her boyfriend. Instead of any of that happening, she found herself sitting on the nasty kitchen island of her boyfriend's frat at a party that she was trying to avoid going to.

This party was supposedly ‘the party of the year.’ The last rager before finals and then christmas break. Y/N had spent the whole week studying and finishing up end of semester projects hence the want for a chill night. When Harry came to her saying his frat was throwing a party tonight and that he just HAD to be here, Y/N didn't feel like she had a choice but to let him go. She came because she thought this would be the only time she would be able to have some time with Harry after a long week of barely seeing each other. With two vastly different majors, the couple wasnt able to find a lot of time in the middle of school work to make time for just the two of them. Obviously her hopes of quality time with her man were futile because here she was sitting by herself in the kitchen of the frat while Harry drank and got high with his friends in other parts of the house.

Of course she was disappointed. She felt a knot in her throat and a weight on her chest just sitting there in that kitchen. Her white claw was warm now- not that it was any cold when she opened it. She was starting to form a small headache from the too loud music and the ache in her heart was growing.

She stood from the countertop on the search for her boyfriend, hoping he wasn't too far gone from sober. Wiping the back of her jeans from anything that was left on the island, she began walking around the house. She doesn't remember the last time the two of them spent time together by themselves. Of course they occasionally ate dinner together in the dining hall but they were normally surrounded by friends. Y/N wanted to be alone with her boyfriend to talk and bask in his presence.

After pushing through groups of partying humans, she found Harry and at least ten other people sitting around playing some sort of drinking game.

“Y/N! Where have you been?” Luca, one of Harry's frat brothers yelled out to her from the circle. Luca was cool, he was one of the only tolerable boys in this frat aside from Harry. Hearing his girlfriend's name, Harry turned around from where he sat on the ground and reached out for his girlfriend to sit beside him. Much to Y/N’s dismay, Harry was wasted. His eyes were half mass and his words bumped and slurred together. “We are playing truth or dare, wanna play?” Luca asked.

“I don't wanna play but Ill sit and watch.” Sitting next to her boyfriend, she grabbed one of his hands holding it in her lap. She was annoyed at him but it did her no good to show it when he was this drunk.

This game of truth or dare was childish. Dares of licking people's shoes and taking multiple shots had been done and truths about money and relationships were being spilled among the group. It had finally become Harry’s turn to do something, making Y/N tense.

“Ok Harry, I dare you to…” One drunk frat boy started looking around the room trying to come up with something clever. His eyes landed on a pretty girl in the room, Yara, a stuck up girl who for sure got her way no matter what. “I dare you to kiss the hottest girl in the room- obviously not your girlfriend because that defeats the purpose.” The frat boy smirked knowing what his intentions were. Everyone in the group giggles and gasped shocked by the dare but ready to see what was going to go down. Y/N’s brows furrowed as she became angry with the stupid dare.

The ache in her chest seemed to tip over the edge when she felt her boyfriend in the room move to stand up. She grabbed at the bottom of his shirt as a way of stopping him. Harry halted his movements to look down at his girlfriend. He giggled a little.

“You’re not actually going to do this right?” She asked Harry with wide eyes of shock. Harry laughed at her like she made a joke, making her heart hurt even more.”Harry I do not want you to do this just take the shot and lose the dare.” Her tone held warning.

“Don't be silly of course I'm going to. It's just a dare, nothing serious. Don't be so clingy.” He stood walking over to Yara and planted a wet kiss on her mouth. Yara gripped Harry’s shirt and kissed him harder. The kiss went on for a few more seconds, the room absolutely silent out of shock. Harry stepped back from Yara slightly sobering up from his actions. Yara smirked at Y/N, hand gliding down the front of Harry's shirt.

Y/N stood from the seat she was in and scoffed. Scoffed because she should've known Harry would do something like this. Scoffed because it hurt to see her boyfriend do something so careless without any regard for his girl's feelings. She pulled herself together, feeling her throat tighten once again. She was quick to leave the room and down the hall of the frat.

Harry's clumsy steps could be heard from behind her as he mumbled her name. Or at least he tried to. He was still so out of it, his words not making much sense. Y/N was crying now, the strength that she had slowly dissolving as she walked further away from her boyfriend.

“Y/N wait. P-please wait. I cant-” Harry stumbled over his legs behind her falling into the grass of the front yard. The girl couldn't help but turn around looking at her stupid boyfriend. She was choking on sobs now. She wasn't crying over a measly little kiss but over an extreme amount of burnout from school and exhaustion from simply existing. She was crying because her boyfriend ignored her boundaries, crushing and erasing the boundaries she had set in their relationship. Harry tried reaching for her once she had stopped walking. His hand clasped around her wrist, he laid his head down on her shoulder. He hated seeing her cry even if he was too drunk to see why.

“Baby don't leave, Im-Im Sorry.” He hiccuped and burped due to the alcohol. Y/N felt her rage build. Shoving Harry off of her, she crossed her arms across her chest as a way to shield herself from Harry physically. He was hurt by her distance and the wall she put up around her.

“You're an idiot Harry. An idiot!” her sobs grew louder, some stray party goers watching in amusement- some even snapchatting it for shits and giggles. “I didnt want you to kiss her and you did. What provoked you to think that was ok? All I wanted was for us to hang out tonight and just be us and you did this!” She was yelling now. Her hurt is beyond her now. Anger and rage simmered throughout her body making her head dizzy and her fingers curl within themselves. She didnt like being angry. It wasn't an emotion she liked acting on, it felt impersonal.

“Baby I don't under-” Before Harry could finish his sentence he was barfing at his feet. Y/N stepped back disgusted with her boyfriend. She couldn't even feel remorseful because of how angry she was. Luca, the frat brother from earlier, caught up with Harry and his girl only to find Harry doubled over heaving. Luca wrapped his arms around Harry's shoulders.

“I'm sorry Luca but I can't do this tonight. Can you please make sure he gets some water and goes to bed. I-I can't do it tonight, I wish I could but I can't.” Y/N didn't want to leave her boyfriend in this state but she didn't deserve this. She wasn't going to care for her drunk boyfriend when all she wanted to do was care for herself. Selfishly, she enjoyed seeing him this way because of the anger he caused her.

Luca shook his head in understandment. “Of course, I'm really sorry for tonight. He's going to seriously regret this in the morning, especially since it will be circulating all over snapchat in the morning.” Luca waved to Y/N then proceeded to pull Harry into the house. Harry called out for Y/N not wanting to be away from her but Luca pulled him harder.

Harry woke up the next morning feeling like the bottom of a dumpster. He wasn't shocked by that. He knew he got trashed last night, he had planned to. He, just like Y/N, spent all week studying and completing projects while also fulfilling certain responsibilities for his frat. He wanted one night to be a normal teen. So he drank and drank and drank and maybe even smoked some weed. As he tried to recall last night's events he came up with nothing. He didn't understand why Y/N wasn't here with him like she normally would after a party on the weekend. They were normally always together during the weekend. A bad feeling loomed over him. He could tell something wasn't right but decided to put his feelings to the side.

He saw a bottle of water beside his bed making him think she was probably here and left early. Chugging the water he started to go through his socials to see if anyone had posted about the party. He had multiple tagged pics and videos in his notifications from snapchat. Way more than he normally would.

The first video he saw was a video of him and Y/N standing in the front yard of the frat house. Turning the volume all the way up he could hear Y/N yelling, it shocked him. She doesn't normally raise her voice, especially not at him. The angle changed showing her face which was red with anger, eyes filled with unshed tears. He could hear her yelling about him kissing someone else. He felt his heart stop. He had kissed someone else? On the next snap was a picture of him keeled over vomiting on his shoes with the caption saying, ‘are yall seeing this shit?’ Harry was embarrassed but he was more concerned than anything.

His head was hurting but it didn't stop him from rolling out of bed, washing up, and putting on a fresh set of clothes. He checked his phone hoping Y/N had messaged him but nothing was there. He walked into the kitchen only to see luca sitting at the counter eating cereal.

“Hey Harry….” Luca said warily. Luca pushed the cereal around his bowl feeling the tension begin to rise in the room. He felt horrible about his friends.

“Luca...what's up?” Harry was confused by Lucas' wariness.

“So do you remember anything about last night?” Luca asked, setting his cereal down in the sink behind him. Harry started playing with the frayed edges of a bracelet Y/N made for him. It had little beads with her name on it. They made them together at an event on campus.

“I don't, I only saw the videos of Y/N screaming at me. I think I fucked up but I- I don't know what happened.” Harry's cheek flushed with even more embarrassment. Luca awkwardly chuckled scratching the back of his neck.

“You got dared to kiss the hottest girl in the room and um actually did it in front of Y/N...even though she didn't want you to. Which led you guys outside and yeah you know the rest...Im sorry dude, I wish I had stopped you.”

“Who- who did I kiss?” Harrys stomach lurched when he heard Yara’s name come out of Lucas' name. Y/N didn't like Yara and it was understandable. Yara has been pining after Harry since their first year of college. Harry couldn't breathe. He felt disgusted with himself. He could only imagine how Y/N was feeling.

Y/N woke up the same morning, eyes puffy and crusty from tears and head hurting. She probably cried herself into dehydration. She was lucky enough to have no roommate because she wouldn't have wanted someone else to see her breakdown. She still couldn't believe last night went down the way it went down. She couldn't tell if she was just being overdramatic or if her emotions were in the right place. She didn't want to be mad at Harry. He was everything to her, she had an odd connection to him. Meeting him during their freshman welcome week they quickly became best friends with a growing romantic connection in the mix. They started dating before Christmas break. They had grown close so fast that he even came home with her to meet her family for the first few days of break.  Even though they were in their junior year of college, Y/N could see them beyond college. She's imagined them getting married, travelling, sharing a home. She saw the whole future with him. She had her doubts though. He was immature just like every other boy in college. He was dumb with his actions and tended to only do things if they benefited him. He had a lot of growing to do as a person, so did she but she wanted to grow with him.

She heard a knock on her door hesitating to answer it because one, it could be Harry, and two, she looked like a wreck. Answering anyways, she was met with a very sorry looking Harry holding a small coffee and bagel from their cafe.

“Hi baby…” He sheepishly said holding out the items. She silently let him through the door not once looking him in the eye. He stepped into her room, setting her treats on her desk. He could see that her bed was messy meaning she recently woke up. Y/N never went about her day without making her bed. He turned back to her and finally their eyes met. He took in all of her facial features, from her puffy eyes, to her downturned lips that looked chapped, to her flushed cheeks that longed to be held for warmth. He hated to see her like this, the last time he saw her so upset was when her parents moved out of her childhood home. It took alot to make Y/N this upset. She was normally really headstrong and vigilant. She knew how to ease her way out of problematic situations and could talk her way through anything.

Harry opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Y/N holding her hand up in front of his face. “Don't talk. I'm really hurt Harry, so if your plan was to come over here and apologize over bagels- think again.” She snapped, backing up to put space between the two of them. She sat down on her bed while Harry pulled the desk chair out and sat down. He much preferred to be on the bed with her holding her tight but he didn't want to overstep boundaries.

“Love, I don't know where to begin. I'm really sorry for what happened last night. I was really drunk and obviously wasn't in the right headspace.” Harry reached out and touched the tips of her fingers with his. She wanted to move but it felt good to be touched by Harry.

“I told you that a measly little apology won't do Harry. I didn't want you to kiss Yara and you did anyway. You know how Yara feels about you and you just let it happen!” She pulled her hand away remembering the prior night's events. Harry felt himself getting angry too. He felt like he needed to defend himself- even though it would be a very bad idea.

“I think you're being over dramatic.” Wrong move Harry. “It wasn't like I was making out with her!”

“You're joking right?” She scoffed and scooted further up her bed to create more distance. “Harry it's the simple fact that you did something that made me uncomfortable that shouldn't have even happened. I see myself getting married to you and it makes me worry that right now in our relationship you can't respect my boundaries!” She yelled. Harry’s eyes widened as he laughed sarcastically.

“Married? What the fuck are you on about? I'm a junior in college. In what world would it make sense for me to be prepping a relationship for marriage? Once again I think you're being over dramatic.” Her eyes watered hearing Harry's statement.

“I- I guess I'm the only one in this relationship thinking about the future? I thought we were on the same page. I'm not planning our marriage now, obviously. I'm thinking about how elements of our relationship now could play out in the future when we do want to get married. You cheated on me last night. I went to a party you begged ME to go to only to be there for you. I wanted to be here cuddling with you, pigging out on fast food but I was at a party with you and got cheated on!” Her volume rises once again, making Harry shove his chair from underneath him when he stands up.

“You're doing too much right now. I'm not planning a future right now because I don't want this future! I want to be myself without thinking about how to appease my girlfriend. I invited you to the party so you could lighten the fuck up. I love you, I do, but I'm not thinking of marriage and futures. I'm thinking about my life right now and having fun.” Harry snapped right back at her. Her chin wobbled. Obviously her and Harry were on different pages. It hurt so much to hear him say that he didn't want a future with her. Harry didn't mean it though.

“Ok, well I guess that's my fault for assuming we were thinking along the same lines. Um, I don't want to hold you back from being yourself so with that being said, you are a free man Harry.” She pushed herself up from her bed walking to the door ready to escort Harry out.

“Huh? Love, what?” Harry was confused on how they got to this point. Just a few days ago they were in love, meeting in the library to share a lunch and exchanging sweet words determined by their love.

“Listen I have a day full of exams tomorrow so if you could just leave that would be best. You don't really want this so I'm letting you go, Harry.” She had tears rolling down her face, falling from her eyes down to her chin where they fell to the ground in droplets. Harry’s eyes welled up watching his love cry before him.

“I don't-”

“Harry, leave, please.” She opened the door making room for him to go through. He walked through the door turning to look at her. She turned her face away from him whispering a small goodbye before shutting the door. Harry was left in the silent hallway, so silent he could hear his thoughts and the tears hitting the tile floor beneath him. He thinks he stood there for at least thirty more minutes before accepting what had happened and walking away.

Leaving Y/N in her room sobbing like she had never done before. Her tears coated her face and she thought her head could explode right then and there. She didn't want to accept what had happened but she had priorities. She composed herself enough to start studying for her exams.

The week rolled by quickly, Monday meeting Friday in a flash. Exams were done and Christmas break was on the horizon. Students were piling off of campus in a hurry ready to get home to their loved ones. People were outside by cars loading up their winter necessaries and saying their goodbyes to their close friends.

Harry cried everyday this week. He wasn't normally a crier. He hated crying, he hated the feeling of crying and the headache that came from it. He cried because he realized how wrong he was. He missed Y/N. He missed finals week dinner together where they tried to get off campus at least once and be alone for a moment. He missed watching her relax while eating food that wasn't from their school's cafeteria. He would pay for their meal just so she could have one less thing to worry about. They would normally get frozen yogurt right after too, Y/N getting as many toppings as she wanted because Harry would be the one paying. He missed her tight after exam hugs. She would squeeze his shoulders tight, smiling into his neck, telling him how proud she was of him. She would bring him tea in the morning when they met for breakfast. Sometimes they would spend the night in one or the others room so they could have time together to destress and just talk.

Y/N wasn't doing any better. She normally went into exam week feeling confident. She studied too hard not to. But this week she felt like shit. Her heart hurt and she kept thinking about the fight. She feels like she overreacted but hearing Harry talk about their lack of a future hurt nonetheless. She really assumed that they did have a future that included marriage and a life together. She didn't understand where his sudden lack of commitment came from. She regretted dumping him but at the same time she wished he did more to get them back together but he was silent. He hasn't contacted her at all and avoided all of their spots on campus all together.

She stood by her car prepping for her six hours car ride back home. Packing away her clothes and some essentials in the trunk of her car, she heard light footsteps behind her. Closing her trunk she turned to see Harry standing with his hands in his pockets.  

“Hi.” He said. She looked at him, putting her own hands in her pockets. It was cold outside, the nippy air hinting at a possibility of snow.

“Hi Harry.” They shared a moment of silence together. Just staring at each other. It felt good to be near each other again. They felt like they could breathe again.

“I had to see you before you left. I know the break is only a month but I didn't want to leave without seeing you.” He replied quietly. She made him feel so shy. Her beauty always made him awestruck. Even in a hoodie with their college's logo and some large sweatpants and some fuzzy crocs, she was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

“I don't know what to say harry.”

“It's ok. I don't deserve anything from you after what I said. I just wanted to apologize and wish you a good break before you left. I also wanted to give you this.” He pulled a small box and envelope out of the front pocket of his backpack. “I know we agreed on no presents but I think thats a dumb rule and I love you too much to not get you something.” She smiled at his words, taking the gift from his hands.

“Thank you Harry, it means a lot to me. So what are your plans for a break?” She asked him, the tension that was in the air slowly dissipating.

“I couldn't get a flight home until next wednesday so i'll stay here on campus until then.” He shrugged.

“Oh ok. Well tell Anne I said hi. I have to go Harry but I'll see you after the break, ok?” She didn't want to leave him but she didn't want to drive through the dark.

“Ok, love. Drive safe. I lov- I mean have a good break.” Her chest tightened at his hesitation. She wants to hear him say the words but she knows he won't.

“Have a good break Harry.” She whispered. Before getting in her car she stood on her toes placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Rubbing her thumb across his cheek and turning away and into her car.

She drove away knowing that her heart was left in that parking lot in the hands of someone she loves way too much.

Harry stood in the parking lot watching his heart drive away for winter wanting nothing more than to be with her.

Part two

[simpsiren]

eric sohn x reader

description. Being away from your family for Christmas, you decided to stay at a guest house for a week. Though the time you spent there wasn’t quite what you expected when another person apparently booked the same place as well.

genre. FLUFF, angst, strangers to lovers au

word count. 5.3k~

warnings. nonee

a/n. i wanted to try writing for the boyz so here’s my first one! i’ll try to be as accurate as possible with the personality but please excuse me if its not because im new to their fandom but i’d love to write about other groups than nct sooo

You aimlessly scrolled through the options available to you on the app. The different houses flying in a blur while you scrolled your thumb up and scanned your eyes over the description of each listing.

You would love to spend Christmas with your family but they knew it would be a hassle for you to fly to them and only staying there for a month before flying back. Instead, they urged you to have fun on your own for the holidays, not being cooped up in your apartment.

After browsing for at least thirty minutes, you finally found a house that suited your liking. The house faced a beautiful beach scenery. It was large and spacious. The facilities around it provided you with lots of fun things that’ll occupy your week’s stay there.

After looking over the listing once more to ensure that it’s the confirmed option you wanted, you wasted no time to type in your credit card information and waited for the confirmation email to appear in your inbox.

You were definitely going to have fun here.

The moment you stepped in, you were greeted with places like food courts, cafes, an arcade, and lots more. As a person who liked spending time alone, you appreciated how the facilities would keep you busy and not being bored during your stay.

You made your way over to your assigned house. Just when you were footsteps away from it, you stopped in your tracks when you saw a guy lounging on the couch through the large wall sized window that gave a clear view of the living room. Your eyes flicker to the top right of the window where it showed your house number, looking down at your phone to do a double check.

It was your house without a doubt.

Confused as to what was going on in front of your eyes, you decided to head over to the reception to try and ask for assistance. Unfortunately, it wasn’t too helpful.

“Sorry I can’t do anything about it. Fix it yourself.” The young teenage boy said, chewing a gum in his mouth and fully concentrated with whatever he was playing on his phone.

You heaved a quiet sigh. “Can I at least talk to your manager or something? It’s probably a mix up and-”

You stopped when his eyes flickered up, glaring at you intensively. “I already said no. Have a nice day.” He stated, clearly unbothered on doing his job and exiting out of your sight through the staff’s room.

“I swear to fucking God...” You mumbled under your breath. Your eyes went back to your house where you still saw the guy sitting on the couch and minding his own business.

Your feet stood rooted to the ground with your eyes wondering around the place as you tried to figure out a solution. You took in a deep breath. Although this wasn’t what you wanted to do, you had to do it.

You went in front of the glass, his eyes were still on his iPad. You gulped and knocked on the glass. His eyes immediately shot up to the glass door and looked at you.

Awkwardly, you kept eye contact with him. You could have sworn you were in some kind of staring contest for a whole minute. Not getting a response, you reached your hand up to knock once again.

Another moment of silence passed until he stood up and walked to the window, sliding the glass door open.

“Is there something I can help you with?” He raised a brow in question as his hand was still gripped onto the glass.

“Um sorry to bother but this house is actually the one that I booked?” You said, pointing to the number plate without extending your hand out too much. You watched as his forehead creases and a line appearance between his brows.

He glanced down on the floor before flickering his eyes back to you. “But I was the one that booked this house though.”

You bit the inside of your cheek before opening your phone and showing him your confirmation email. He blinked at you. “Wait what the...” He mumbled.

He scratched his head, signalling that he wasn’t sure of what to do as well. He clicked his tongue before saying, “Do you mind if I try to do something about this?” He lifted his phone up. You could only assume that he wanted to call someone to fix this.

“Sure.” You replied with a slight nod.

You decided to sit down on the bench in front of the house and watched making a phone call. You rested your chin on the palm of your hand, waiting for a long while. You were even shocked at the fact that he suddenly started laughing and joking with whoever was on the other side of the line.

Tired of waiting, you stood up and slide the glass door open forcefully, making him turn his head to you at the loud bang the door made.

“Okay I have no idea what you are doing but I’m tired of waiting for your so called discussion. If you want the house, have it. I’ll spend my Christmas somewhere else.” You snarled.

He wasn’t fazed by your sudden explosion of anger, keeping his eyes on you as a wide smirk was made. He whispered something on his phone before ending the call and shoving his phone in his back pocket.

The two of you remained intense eye contact as he slowly walked up to you with folded arms.

“I was about to let you in and share the house with me since I’m alone but apparently your anger seems to be saying that we won’t get along well. I now have a bad impression of you.” He taunted.

Your face immediately went blank as you blinked at him. “Um wait. I’m sorry for that. I need a place to stay for the week so please.” Your tone hinting a sense of begging.

You were certainly unsure of this decision he offered but then again, you thought about your Christmas, and how you wanted to spend it. This was better than nothing.

Without hearing an answer, you whispered a, “Please.” once again.

He sighed lazily and let out a ‘tsk’. “Fine. Come in.”

You bit your bottom lip and nodded, proceeding to drag your suitcase in. You noticed that he sat down at the same place on the couch when you first saw him. You decided to seat down as well, leaving a large gap in between the two of you.

“I’m Na Hyunjin.” You introduced yourself, observing the guy head down. You had to admit, he did caught you at first glance. HIs features that intrigued you became more defined and sharp as you looked at him up close. He had a lean and good looking body as well. He wore a white oversized shirt with grey sweatpants that eventuated his body in an appealing way.

“Eric.” He simply replied back. You puckered your lips as the two of you sat there in silence, awkwardly looking at everything else but each other. You were the first to speak up. “How long are you staying here for?” You asked, allowing yourself to get comfortable on the couch.

“A week.” A smiled unexpectedly appeared on your face. You weren’t sure how that sudden soft smile popped up, but you guess it was because you had something to talk about instead of being awkward with each other.

“I’m staying here for a week as well. Actually, why are you spending Christmas alone here?” You tried to carry on with the conversation. You saw him frown slightly, but quickly covered it with a small smile. “Well my girlfriend broke up with me. I only had her since my parents moved to who knows where for years now.” He whispered as he stared at the blank television. He gulped as he took in a deep breath.

“What about you?” He asked, finally turning his head to look at you. Your eyes widened slightly before answering. “I’m away from my parents and I have no one else so I decided to spend my holidays here for the fun of it.” You replied simply with a shrug. “Sorry about your girlfriend though...” You added on. 

Eric waved his hand in the air lazily, as if swatting away your words. “I’m not here to be sad so you don’t have to talk about it.” 

You nodded immediately and rose from your seat, grabbing your suitcase and pulling to close to you. “I guess I’ll unpack first then.” You announced. He hummed in response, taking his phone out of his pocket and proceeded to play with it.

You got your huge suitcase up to the second floor without a problem. You glanced at Eric who had his eyes on you with his mouth slightly gaped, probably impressed by how much strength you had. You got to the second floor and tried finding an unused room. It wasn’t a surprise to find out that Eric had the largest one.

You peeked inside and saw his belongings that were placed in a way that made his room looked extremely clean and organised. You shrugged and closed the door before finding another room. 

It didn’t take you long to pick a room. It was big, but wasn’t as big as Eric’s. But you were fine with it and got in, starting to take your time unpacking. 

Absentmindedly leaving your door open, you were playing songs on your phone while you unpacked, vibing and dancing around while you put your stuff in its designated places. You guessed your loud volume and singing overpowered Eric’s voice when you suddenly hear him shouting your name at your door, knocking twice. Your head instantly turned and went to off the song that was playing in the background. 

Eric leaned his hip against the door frame, folding his arms while his eyes scanned your room. You would lying if you said he didn’t look good just by standing there.

“I’m about to buy takeout. Do you want anything?” Your eyes immediately widened at his words.

“Excuse me we’re out on a staycation and you want takeout? Let’s just cook something for dinner.” You requested.

Eric glanced sideways as you kept quiet, looking up and thinking about it. “Sure, we can head to the supermarket. I’ll wait for you to get ready then.” He stated. You quickly pulled out whatever’s left in your suitcase and tossing it onto your bed.

While you were sorting out your things, you still felt Eric’s presence and eyes glued to your back. Your turned around with threw him a raised brow. “Are you going to stand there the whole time?”

Eric didn’t reply. You noticed how he was observing you. You weren’t sure of what he was looking for, but suddenly made eye contact with you, boring into your eyes. “No.” He said in a monotone voice before swiftly turning around and going back to his room, hearing the door close.

You let out something that resembled a chuckle by how boring he acted. “He better not be those good looking guys that are cold and distant.” You said to yourself as you stared out to the hall as if Eric was still standing there.

You finally finished packing and grabbed your necessities, walking down the stairs and seeing Eric on the couch once again, this time he had a black hoodie over his white shirt that showed slightly at the end of the hoodie.

You got close to him and poked his shoulder lightly. Without saying a word, he stood up and the two of you went out together and headed to the supermarket.

“Wait, can you even cook?” Eric asked, clearly doubts and uncertainty shining through in his tone. You rolled your eyes and placed a hand on your chest, gasping loudly as you faked a surprised expression.

“You’re going to have to trust my cooking skills since you’re going to be with me for another six days.” You informed him confidently with a shrug as you took a cart and proceeding to take out your phone and headed to your notes app where you had a recipe for pasta in it.

Your eyes scanned down the list and you immediately went to an aisle to search for the ingredients. While you were picking out items off the shelves, you glanced at Eric, who simply followed you behind mindlessly.

You stopped in your tracks and spun around. Due to your sudden action, Eric lost his balance while trying to not bump into you. But instead, he fell forward and immediately supported himself by gripping onto the cart on both sides, trapping you in as the two of you got very close.

You were pretty sure your breathing stopped as you looked into his eyes. The moment went past quickly when he brought himself away from you and stood up straight. “What’s with the sudden stop?” Eric asked, seemingly sounding annoyed.

You let out a quiet laugh. “You don’t seem to be helping me.” You replied with a cocked brow and a slight smile.

Eric shoved his hands in his pockets and shifted his weight onto one leg. “So?” He asked back, tilting his head and copying your expression.

“So get me the rest of the items while I pick out other things that aren’t on the list.” You simply replied, shoving your phone to him. You let him look at the list, his eyes immediately widening. You could tell he looked unsure but he proceeded to look up at you with an arrogant smile. “Alright.”

You chuckled lowly at his confidence and walked away. Obviously you weren’t going to find anything, you just wanted to see how Eric was going to do what he was told.

You kept a large distance between you and him as he grabbed the cart and started strolling around the supermarket. He didn’t pick anything out, constantly looking down at your phone and to the sign above the aisles. You gaped your mouth open in shock when you found him in the chips aisle, grabbing random bags of chips and shoving it into the cart.

You immediately ran up to Eric and grabbed his wrist. He flinched at the sudden contact. “What are you doing?!” You shouted softly, looking down at the cart and seeing three bags of chips.

“I gave up finding what you needed so I went to get chips instead.” He replied nonchalantly, motioning his hand out towards the chips.

You placed a hand on your forehead, facepalming before snatching back your phone and faked an exasperated face. “Go queue up. I’ll find the rest of the ingredients.” You immediately looked down on your phone and dashed away.

You were quick to gather up everything that you needed and headed to the paying area. You widened your eyes when you saw Eric standing in front of the cashier as they started to check out the items one by one. You ran there quickly and dropped the items on the conveyor belt.

“Damn you’re good.” Eric complimented. You looked down and noticed the chips being scanned. “Why are the chips still there?” You questioned.

“Chill i’ll need it in case I want a midnight snack. Oh and I bought sweet drinks too.” Eric pointed his head towards the plastic bag where you saw two big bottles of what seemed to be peach tea.

You sighed and shook your head. “Okay, okay.” The cashier finished checking everything out. Just when you were about to take out your wallet, Eric held your wrist. You jumped at the sudden contact, looking up at him and nodding his head slightly before saying, “I’ll pay.” in the most cliché way possible.

You gulped and forced your hand out of his grip before nodding quickly. Eric paid for the groceries and insisted on carrying it all, though you consistently insisted on at least carrying one bag.

The two of you headed back to the house and placed all the groceries om the kitchen counter. “I’m going to assume you can’t cook so leave it to me and do your own things. I’ll call you when I’m done.” You informed Eric, proceeding to take out the groceries and lining them up on the counter.

Eric only shrugged. You turned your back and began to cook. Though once again, just like when you were in your room, you felt Eric’s presence. Glancing back, you find him playing with his phone while sitting on a chair at the counter.

“What are your plans for the week? You know, if I wasn’t here.” You asked, wanting to strike up a conversation as you kept your back on Eric.

“I would have gone out and have a meal outside. I’d probably spend the week playing at the arcade or the lounge area. Just... exploring the place I guess.”

You hummed, happy with his answer. “Looks like we have a similar plan.”

You didn’t hear Eric reply. A moment went past before you heard him let out a breath. “Why? You want to spend your trip here with me?” Eric asked with a tone of cockiness.

You scoffed and turned around after turning of the heat. “Would you like that?” You tilted your head with a wide grin. You were checking through the drawers to find plates. You heard Eric saying something but you couldn’t hear it since it was overpowered by the clanking of the glass plates.

“What?” You asked again, putting the pasta on the plates and grabbing two forks before bringing your readymade dinner in front of Eric. He glanced down at the meal before looking at you.

“I said I’ll be fine with that.” Eric whispered before digging in with no hesitation. “Holy shit this is good.” He hummed dreamily and he went in for another bite, chewing with a smile as he looked down at his plate. You couldn’t help but find him cute for that.

After the two of you finished your meals, you spent the night in your separate rooms, not a single form of communication was made. That is until you started to suddenly grow hungry at three in the morning and decided to steal some chips that Eric bought from the grocery shopping.

You slid your phone into your sweatpants and opened the door cautiously. Luckily, no sound came from it so you proceeded to walk down the dark hallway where the only place that was lit was the small light at the corner of the living room.

You tiptoed your way down, taking small steps down the stairs till you reached the kitchen. You chose not to turn on the lights because you were afraid it would produce a loud sound that might trigger Eric. You didn’t know if he was a light or heavy sleeper and you didn’t want to take your chances.

You opened the fridge and noticed how one bag of chips was opened. Specifically the spicy flavoured one. You were definitely intrigued by the chips and snatching it immediately.

You made the decision of sitting on the kitchen counter instead of your room so that you wouldn’t need to go back and forth.

While you were munching on the goods, you suddenly heard a loud bang. Your head instantly turned to the direction of the noise, realising it came from the glass door that lead to the backyard where you could get a clear view of the beach.

You squinted your eyes and tilted your head in awe. You didn’t see anyone there. Not being too bothered by it, you went back to reaching your hand into the bag of chips and stuffing it in your mouth.

While chewing, you heard the fridge open. Once again your head turned to the fridge, seeing a large figure standing in front of it.

“Eric?” You called out. He hummed in reply, taking out the large bottle of peach tea and closing the fridge before turning to you.

“Are you that lazy that you couldn’t at least go to the living room and eat instead of sitting on the counter?” Eric held the large bottle in one hand and taking a sip from it, his lips not making contact with the tip of the bottle.

“Yeah, I am.” You absentmindedly did a double take at him, noticing how the figure of his body looked amazing despite it looking like just a shadow in the dark. You looked at down on your phone, continuing to scroll through your socials.

Oddly enough, Eric sat on top of the counter as well, his body getting close to you as he peeked at your phone. Your heart raced at the small amount of space in between the two of you. It felt like the incident at the supermarket but this time, it wasn’t.

“Oh my god he did what?” Eric whispered shockingly, his eyes reading over what was on your phone. You were reading a story from an online website. “I find it funny.” You let out, hiding your soft laugh by covering your mouth with your arm.

“Hurry up and scroll. We need to keep reading this.” Eric whined, slamming the huge bottle on the table lightly.

You dropped the bag of chips beside you and took the drink, proceeding to down a few gulps while your lips made contact with the lid. It was a habit of yours to do that. “Are you saliva cautious?” You asked, completely forgetting that you were sharing the drink with someone.

Eric simply let out a shrug. “I’m fine with it.” Eric proceeded to take bottle back and take another sip.

“What should we do tomorrow? There’s so much to explore...” You suddenly asked as your mind went to the brochure that had a map with all the activities and such that the place provided.

“You got a clear plan?” Eric asked back. You shrugged. Kind of like the same way he did moments ago. “Not exactly.”

“Then we’ll just figure it out on the spot.” Eric answered nonchalantly. “Sometimes it’s nice to head somewhere without a map or destination. Who knows where you’ll end up.”

You let out a soft laugh in response. “That’s sounds... Amazing. But also terrifying.”

“It’s not like you’ll die here.”

“Never thought of you as a deep person...” You mumbled.

“How was that deep?”

“Travelling without a map and not knowing where you’re headed? That’s something deep to think about.”

You paused to think for a moment. “Is this your three in the morning feels or something?” A small smirk appeared on your lips as a brow cocked up.

Eric scoffed, seemingly in denial but quickly grew quiet as he didn’t give an answer until at least twenty seconds later. “Probably because of the reason I came here in the first place.”

You then remembered what he said in the evening about his girlfriend that he broke up with. You slowly nodded your head and frowned, thinking about how you would do the same thing.

“It’s an escape trip.” You stated with a soft sigh. “Don’t worry. I don’t like having people with a negative energy around me. Let’s make this a fun trip.” You nodded with affirmation.

Eric rested his chin on the palm of his hand as he nodded as well.

You woke up peacefully at eleven in the morning. Yes, it was your habit to sleep early and have more hours of sleep than what is considered normal. You were still laying in bed despite being wide awake, rolling around in your bed and playing with your phone. As the clock struck twelve, you finally decided that it was time for you to head down and find something to eat.

You flinched back in shock when you found Eric silently sitting on the couch. It looked like he was going out since he was wearing jeans and a sweater. Once again, his clothes suited his body well.

“Well you look pretty.” Eric greeted, his eyes glued to his phone. You furrowed your eyebrows. He probably saw you come down while you were still half asleep.

“Are you going somewhere?” You asked, rubbing your eyes vigorously with one hand while the other went to the fridge to grab a cup of sweet drink.

“Didn’t we agree to spend time here together? You do realise it’s afternoon, right?” He placed his phone down and looked at me.

You yawned, accidentally but also not. “I am well aware. You’ll have to put up with this.” You took a sip and gulped it down. Before you were going to walk back up to your room, you looked at Eric who had his eyes on you.

“Give me thirty minutes.” Was all you said before heading to your room to get ready.

Since you didn’t want to keep Eric waiting, you quickly showered and threw on wide legged jeans and tucked in a random sweater before putting your necessities in a sling back and went back down.

You went to Eric as waited for him as he stood up as went to the door. You clipped your hair up in a lazy bun as the two of you went out.

Eric shoved his hands in his pockets as he swerved around to look at you. “What should we do first?” He asked, with a gentle and warm smile.

“Let’s go to the arcade.” You replied with excitement, jumping a little in your spot as your finger immediately went up to point at the arcade.

Eric chuckled with a wide smile. A smile that unexpectedly resulted in butterflies fluttering in your stomach. For once you actually felt and understood the feeling that every romance novel expressed.

If you could describe the day you had with Eric in one word, it would be special. The two of you did a lot of things that day. Going to the arcade, having a delicious lunch at a restaurant and discovered one of the few small theme parks they had. Since this was only day two of your stay here, you two decided it would be best to not explore the whole place too quickly.

To your surprise, Eric was way different from when you first met him. He was bright and cheerful as the two of you constantly made jokes and played around like kids. You felt happy to have someone you could enjoy your time with instead of being alone most of the time. It was something new to you grew to love it quickly.

“The sunset is pretty.” You whispered as the two of you sat at a random beach chair, looking out to the far distance where the sun started to set.

Silence filled the space between you and Eric. But this time, the silence was a peaceful one. One where you didn’t feel the need to break the ice like you did when you first met Eric.

“Should we do this everyday?” Eric asked, turning his head from the view and to you. You looked back, answering with a soft smile and nodding your head. “I’d love that.”

As the days went on, you and Eric got close to each other quick. It felt like you instantly clicked with each other despite being different. Seemingly enough, you two followed your plan of exploring the place without an actual idea in mind. And to be honest, you felt extreme happiness. You tried places that you didn’t see before the first time you went to explore and you ended up liking it. You didn’t know whether it was because of the place itself or perhaps having Eric there with you. You liked how Eric was around you. And to be honest, it made your stomach churn, as well as making your cheeks blush a light pink whenever you were with him. 

Eric was the same too. You noticed how to would steal glances at you whenever the two of you walked silently and he always had his eyes on you. Though you sometimes caught him looking at you, he brushed it off and made up an excuse to deny it. That was another thing that you grew to like about him.

It was now day six of your trip. You felt as though this trip was ending too quickly and time flew by too fast for you and Eric.

“Hey, do you actually ever believed in the mistletoe thing?” You asked Eric as the two of you walked down a path where there was a mistletoe at the end of it. Once again you have spent your day with Eric well as you surprisingly got through all the activities and amusement parks provided. “I did it with my girlfriend once. Supposedly, it was suppose to mean that the one you confessed to would be with you for a long time. But look at where that got me.”

Well, that answered your question. 

“Stop.” You said in a firm tone as you lifted a hand up in front of Eric. He did as he was told, standing in his spot. You moved so that you were standing in front of him, one hand holding his wrist.

Eric was confused by your sudden action despite giving a blank face. “We’re above the mistletoe.” You pointed out, jerking your head upwards. Eric glanced up and hummed in response. 

You didn’t know what came over you, but you suddenly went in and give Eric a quick peck on the cheek. You watched Eric’s expression. To be fair, you were just as stunned as he was by what you just did.

He remained silent for awhile, his eyes were widened ever so slightly as he blinked his eyes slowly, looking at you in somewhat a disbelief face. He finally processed the situation and gave a light chuckle. “That was cute.” Eric admitted. 

You smiled at his response. You for some reason thought that he would react in a different way. Maybe in disgust or discomfort. But you also felt that you shouldn’t be surprised since the way he treated you throughout the trip has definitely grown to be more affectionate in a romantic manner, to which you reciprocated wholeheartedly.

Surprisingly (but also not), you now found yourself on the bench at the backyard at two in the morning, lightly snowing as you admired the night atmosphere of the beach in front of you, with Eric’s head on your lap while you played with his hair between your fingers. You guessed that you grew physically attracted with Eric as well throughout this week.

“You like my hair that much?” Eric asked, his eyes were closed while he admired your touch, but opened it slightly as he turned his head to look up at you. You let out a quiet laugh and nodded. “It’s soft.” You whispered. “I’m also picking out the snow that’s stuck.”

As you gently brushed strands of hair that covered Eric’s eyes, you couldn’t help but think that you wanted to stay in this moment for a long time. You liked the peaceful atmosphere and scenery to set the tone. And importantly, you liked just being here with Eric.

“You’re pretty.” Eric whispered back after a moment of admiring each other’s faces. “You say that every morning when I wake up with my ugly hair and face.” You whined softly.

Eric let out a low chuckle that never failed to make you feel something. “Because you’re still pretty nonetheless.”

“How should we spend our last day here?”

Eric didn’t reply, his eyes glancing down to your lips for a second before taking in a deep breath.

“Can you extend your stay?”

You were taken aback by his request. But you were thinking the same thing as well. “I’d love to. But we basically explored the whole place. What if we get bored?”

Eric lifted his head up from your lap, his hand extending out to cup your cheek in his palm. With his warm touch, you couldn’t help but smile.

“I don’t care. As long as I get to spend all my time with you.” Eric’s hand swiftly traced your jawline before placing two fingers on your chin, tilting your head down as he went up to place a soft kiss on your forehead, his other hand going up to your hair and seemingly brushing off the bits of snow that laid on your hair

Eric didn’t pull back, his lips still on your skin. You didn’t know how long he was going to stay there, but you made sure to treasure every second of it till he pulled away.

“Then I guess I’m stuck with you for another week.”