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sour--disposition · 4 years ago

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Damage Control

harry lewis x fem!reader

This is Part 2 to Bad Girlfriend, which you can find here

You looked down to your phone, rolling your eyes at the name and photo popping up on the screen. “Hello”, you sighed, answering the call and sitting back down on the sofa.

“Y/N…”, Ethan trailed off. “We really need to talk to you. Harry’s really not doing well and we don’t know what else we can do to try and help him”, he told you.

You let your head fall back against the back of the sofa, letting out a deep breath. “I know you hate me and the rest of the boys and Harry, but he needs you”, Ethan begged.

“Where are you?”, you asked heavily.

“We’re all at Harry’s”, Ethan told you. “Thank you”.

Within half an hour, you’d managed to navigate the London traffic that separated both yours and Harry’s apartments. You were still pulling the hoodie over your head when you walked into the lift and hit the button for Harry’s floor. Ethan was waiting for you outside of the front door, arms crossed over his chest as he paced around a small section of the corridor.

“Hey”, he sighed, a small ounce of relief seeming to wash over him.

“Where is he?”, you asked instead of a greeting. Ethan nodded, and motioned for you to follow him into the apartment. As you expected, he led you down to Harry’s room. You passed the living room, where a multitude of shoes and coats had been discarded, and straight into the bedroom where the rest of the Sidemen and Cal congregated.

You got a few looks from some of the boys as you walked through the group and made a beeline for Harry’s bed. “Hey”, you whispered, perching yourself on the side of his bed.

Harry looked up at you, tears immediately filling his eyes. He pulled the duvet up and around his face more, trying to hide his blotchy skin and the dried tear tracks that you’d already noticed. “What’s this about?”, you asked him quietly.

“He won’t speak to us”, Josh said, voice laced with frustration and worry. You nodded at him before turning back to face Harry.

“I can’t help if you don’t speak to me”, you told him.

As much as Harry had hurt you, nothing hurt more than walking away from his front door after returning the cardboard box with his stuff in it. Seeing him like this, as a shell of the person you thought you were going to spend forever with, was crushing.

You rested your palm on the side of Harry’s face, feeling the rough facial hair that had been building up on his cheeks since you’d last left his apartment. “Harry”, you whispered. You left your spot on the side of the bed in favour of kneeling on the floor so you could come face to face with him, chin propped on his mattress. You let a hand rest on his hair, scratching his scalp gently. “Please”.

“I’m so sorry”, he choked suddenly. “I’m so sorry”, he repeated, just as brokenly.

Fresh tears were running down Harry’s cheeks, dampening the pillowcase under his face. “Is that what’s caused this?”, you asked him gently, swooping your thumb down to wipe away a few of his tears. Harry’s nod was barely noticeable. “Will you talk to me about it?”, you asked, voice still just as soft.

Harry’s eyes met yours before darting around the room. You could see when he’d made his decision, recoiling back in on himself. “Tell you what, I’ll bring you a brew and give you a bit and then see how you’re doing”, you suggested, standing up from your spot and turning around to make your way out of the room.

You turned back to the boys, silently urging them out of the room before pulling Harry’s bedroom door shut and walking towards the kitchen to make him the promised cup of tea.

“Shouldn’t someone be in there with him?”, Vik asked.

“No”, you told him simply. “He’s not the best with people anyway but he’ll just be overwhelmed with this many people if he’s this upset”, you explained. As you waited for the kettle to boil, back rested against the kitchen counter, you turned to Cal. “How long has he been like this?”, you asked him.

“I mean, he’s been bad since you left him”, Cal said with a slight edge to his voice. “But he’s been bad since you brought his stuff round”, he sighed.

“Are you saying that this is my fault?”, you asked, voice turning defensive. The six other men in the room stiffened. Cal hadn’t been there for the blowout between you and Harry and you doubted that he’d been informed about anything that was said.

“Maybe this is a conversation for later”, Josh tried to mediate, voice hesitant and wary.

“No, she needs to hear that this is her fault”, Cal defended. “Bog’s in there on his arse because she’s a selfish cow”, he spat.

You scoffed, turning around to busy yourself with making Harry a cup of tea. “Look”, you said, before anyone could step in and cause any arguments. “You can think what you want about me, but I’m just trying to help Harry. If you don’t want me here, I’ll leave”, you told him simply.

Cal was silent after that and stayed out of the way. He refused to look at the others who kept sending him funny looks and he stepped out of your way when you went to take Harry’s drink down to him. Your murmured ‘thank you’ when unacknowledged, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to care.

Harry was in the same position that you’d left him in, bundled up in the duvet staring blankly ahead at the wall. “Here you go”, you said, placing the cup down on the side table, perching on the side of the bed as you did so. Your hand returned to his hair, stroking through the messy, knotty pile of dirty blond. “I’ll come back in a bit, yeah? Drink that and see if you come ‘round a bit”, you told him, letting your hand have one more smooth over his hair before you got up and left.

You paused in the hallway after you’d shut Harry’s door. You let your head lean back against the wall as you tried and failed to fight the tears that had been bubbling just beneath the surface ever since you’d arrived at Harry’s. Seeing him in the state he was in seemed to reopen all the wounds that you’d managed to emergency triage over the last week or so and it ached so deeply that you didn’t know how to cope.

“Y/N?”, a voice asked from down the hallway. You stood up straight as quick as you could, scrubbing the tears off of your face and sniffing unattractively. “Are you okay?”, Josh asked you, coming closer.

“Yeah”, you told him, but your blotchy face and broken voice gave you away instantly.

“Freya told me how hard this has been for you”, Josh whispered, standing in front of you. “I tried to get Ethan to not call you but…”, he trailed off. “I’m so sorry”, he said.

“What for?”, you asked him, running the sleeves of your jumper under your eyes once again.

“Harry told us everything… I hope”, Josh started. “We were all awful to you and we thought we were protecting Harry. You don’t deserve any of that”, he told you.

“Cal clearly doesn’t have that idea”, you laughed sadly. “Me and Harry both kept secrets, we thought it was the best thing for the both of us. If I knew he was this bad…”, you trailed off.

“Come on, there’s a tea for you in here”, Josh said, guiding you towards the living room. He handed you a cup of tea that had been left on the side for you and went to sit down with the rest of the boys. You sat down in the free corner of the sofa, putting your cup down so you could wipe your tears once again.

“Why did you never tell us?”, Simon asked. “How bad he’d got? Why did you let us hate you?”.

“I don’t know”, you told him truthfully. “It was easier, I guess”, you shrugged.

“If we’d have known…”, Tobi started, trying to find the right words. “I don’t know, we’d have done something, though”. Each of the boys looked distressed, seeing Harry the way he was was taking a toll on everyone, but so was finding out the truth after 6 years worth of lies.

“I know that, but I don’t think he did. Or does”, you said sadly. “He’s terrified of disappointing any of you. I was terrified of disappointing him”, you shrugged weakly. “So I did everything I could to make sure that I didn’t”, you admitted.

Talking about it felt like pouring salt in the reopened wounds. “I guess that didn’t work”, you whispered to yourself, but the room was so deathly quiet that you may as well have shouted it.

“What do you mean?”, Ethan asked. “What didn’t work?”.

“Harry’s always deserved better than me, I guess he finally figured that out”, you said, as though it was obvious. 6 of the 7 faces in front of you wore incredulous expressions. “What?”.

“Harry said that he’s always thought you deserved better than him”, Josh told you sadly. “That that’s why he tried to push you away”.

You looked down to the cup in your hands, fingers tapping relentlessly as you tried to process what Josh had just told you without breaking down into floods of tears once again. “I never knew that”, you said, voice cracking around your tears. “I never thought it would end up like this”.

Nobody knew what to say to you. Josh and Simon had an idea from Freya and Talia about how hard this had hit you and you still dropped everything and came running when Ethan told you that Harry needed your help.

“I know I don’t know everything and I probably have no right to even say anything, but it’s painfully obvious that the two of you still love each other”, Josh told you. “You’re the only person he’s interacted with, let alone spoken to, in the last week”, he reminded you.

“What if loving each other isn’t enough?”, you asked brokenly. You could see the pity written across everyone’s face, even Cal’s, but that did nothing to ease the pain that was hacking away at your insides.

It was clear that no one had an answer, so you sat up straight, took a deep breath and wiped your face. “I’ll be back in a bit”, you told them. “I’ll text someone if we need anything”, you promised.

You knocked on Harry’s bedroom door, but didn’t wait for a response before walking in and pushing the door half shut behind you. The mug on his side table was empty but Harry had curled himself back under the covers. He looked to you when you came in, before letting his eyes drift closed. He looked exhausted, but you weren’t surprised if he hadn’t been looking after himself.

“What can I do?”, you asked, sitting down next to Harry. He only shrugged in response, still not opening his eyes. “Harry, this isn’t safe, baby”, you whispered, letting your hand rest on his face again. You watched as Harry leaned into your touch, moving his head slightly so that as much of your skin as possible was touching his.

“I’m sorry”, he whispered again, voice a little less hoarse than before. “I don’t deserve this”.

“That’s not your choice”, you told him. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to”, you promised him.

“Don’t”, Harry said, voice as harsh as it could be given how weak he was. “I don’t deserve you looking after me again. Don’t lie and tell me you want to be here”, he whispered.

“Okay”, you said. “Sitting here hurts more than walking out the other week”, you admitted. “Because I still love you and seeing you like this is breaking my heart even more than it already is”.

Harry squeezed his eyes shut again, stray tears leaking out of the corners. In a change of plan, you stood up and went to the bathroom, grabbing the comb off of the side of the sink. “Let me know if it hurts”, you told him, before taking a small section of his hair and started working the comb through the very ends, working your way down to the roots.

You sat in the same position, slowly working your way through Harry’s hair, for 20 minutes. You did your best to cause him as little pain as possible, but some of the knots kept snagging on the comb because of how big they were. “Beautiful”, you smiled, putting the comb down on the side before turning back to him.

“Thank you, feels better”, he mumbled.

“I’m glad”, you told him, running your fingers through his, albeit greasy, knot-free hair. “Feel like taking a shower?”, you asked him, knowing Harry would find it hard to resist, especially if he hadn’t showered in a good few days.

“Wanna, but I’m too tired”, Harry murmured.

“Bath?”, you asked him. “I’ll get it running so all you need to do is go sit in there once it’s full”, you offered. You watched as the idea ran through Harry’s mind for a few moments, before he smiled up at you weakly and nodded.

Once you’d set the water running, you wandered back through to Harry’s room, sitting down next to him again. “Things aren’t right without you here”, Harry admitted. “Feels wrong”.

“I know”, you said.

“I wish I didn’t ruin everything”, he whispered.

“Josh said you always thought I deserved better than you, that that’s why you pushed me away”, you told him.

Harry looked confused. “Yeah”, he said, like it was obvious. “You’ve always deserved so much better than I can give you”.

“I always thought you deserved better than me”, you admitted. “How were we together for 6 years and didn’t even cover the basics?”, you scoffed.

“You thought you weren’t enough?”, Harry asked, and you could practically hear his heart breaking even more in his chest.

“You tried to push me away, I did everything I could to make sure I never disappointed you… I guess it was a cycle that just needed breaking”, you said sadly. “Your bath will be ready, go on”, you instructed.

While Harry was in the bath, you dug him out some clothes and a few towels and left them folded up on the sink before returning to his bedroom and finding out a fresh set of bedding.

By the time Harry had dried himself off from the bath and gotten dressed, you’d stripped and remade the bed and shoved the bedding into a laundry basket. “You didn’t have to do this”, Harry told you as soon as he spotted the fresh bedding.

“I know, but I need you to be okay and looking after you is the only way I know to make sure that you’re okay”, you told him honestly.

“Are you okay?”, Harry asked you bluntly, coming to sit on his bed. “Tell me the truth”, he whispered, taking your fingers in his.

“No”, you admitted quietly, eyes trained on your fingers.

“Talk to me”, he said quietly.

“I’m not ready to stop loving you yet but I’m scared that it’s not enough to try and make this work”, you said, eyes burning with brewing tears. “I don’t think I can ever stop loving you”, you croaked, tears finally spilling over and dropping onto your conjoined fingers.

Harry wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you between his legs, tucking your head beneath his chin. He squeezed you tightly as you sobbed unabashedly into his chest. Harry kept his head rested on yours, keeping you cocooned in his frame. It also meant that you wouldn’t be able to see the tears flooding his eyes at the sight of you so broken.

“I know I’ll never be able to stop loving you”, he admitted quietly, lips catching on your hair as he spoke. “I know the second tries have never worked before, but we never actually spoke about what was wrong”, Harry told you.

“Maybe breaking up and getting the whole truth out to everyone was the best thing that could happen for us”, you said weakly. “Well, I say that like you’ve not just had your first shower in a week and I’m not holding things together by a thread”, you snorted.

“I meant what I said”, Harry said suddenly after a few moments of silence. “Things aren’t right when you aren’t in my life. And it’s not just because we’ve been together for 6 years”, he told you. “I mean, like, I’ll see something on twitter and my first thought is that you’d find it funny, and how I nearly started crying in M & S because they were out of your favourite pasta shapes and then I remembered how much you hate M & S so I had to leave before I had a breakdown in the pasta aisle”, Harry said.

“I cried in Asda because I walked past a couple bickering about sushi and whether or not it was nice”, you admitted before laughing through the remnants of your tears as you sat up. “We’ve spoken more today than we have in the last 2 years”, you reminded him.

“Maybe another shot is worth it. You make me too happy to not try”, Harry whispered, resting a hand on your cheek and smiling softly when you leaned into it. “I love you too much not to try”.

Instead of replying, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to Harry’s. “I love you, too”, you whispered against his lips. You kissed him once more before pulling back and smiling at him.

You and Harry walked back out into the living room a few moments later, both still with blotchy faces and drying tear tracks and a few fingers hooked together. Harry ducked his head, a shy smile crossing his face when he saw that everyone was staring at the two of you.

Harry smushed himself into the corner of the sofa and quickly pulled you down to sit in the small space beside him. His arm rested over the back of the sofa, fingers twiddling your hair absentmindedly as you let your head drop to his shoulder tiredly.

“So... you all good, Bog?”, Ethan asked warily.

Harry turned to you briefly, an unmistakable look of bliss settling onto his features when your eyes darted up to meet his. The smile that you gave him pulled all the broken pieces back to the centre and the way you rubbed your cheek sleepily against his shoulder glued them all back together again.

Harry looked back up to Ethan, letting his arm behind your head drop down to cradle your shoulder and hold you to his body.

“Never better, mate”

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starryevermore · 4 years ago

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“it’s my fucking fossil, mate!”

#requested by inastormbestdressfearless #sidemen #sidemen reacts #strangest things people found in their backyards #harry lewis #w2s #wroetoshaw #simon minter #miniminter #zerkaa #zerkaahd #zerka #zerkaa hd #josh bradley #tobi brown #tbjzl #starrygifs #starrybrock

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espinerd02 · 3 years ago

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Sidemen8Years🎉🎉

A few days late but here’s my contribution to the 8th anniversary of these 7 doofuses! Based this poster’s aesthetic off their recent Two Tone merch drop because it looks cool on them

Really proud of how each member turned out, I was scared they wouldn’t look like their IRL counterparts 😅

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Repost with permission only

#sidemen #sidemen8years #ksi #jj olatunji #simon minter #miniminter #tbjzl #tobi brown #ethan payne #behzinga #zerkaa #zerkaahd #vikkstar123 #harry lewis #w2s #wroetoshaw #anniversary #02art #my post

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wroetostar123 · 4 years ago

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ayooo who tryna find a lobby that plays among us hide and seek???? or maybe you just wanna make some among us friends?? cause i be trying hard asf to gather ppl to play it w me to no avail so if u tryna make some friends or sumthn, shoot me a message and i’ll make a discord server (must have enough ppl. 18+ only bc i dont want no adults creepin on minors).✨✨✨

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simpstar123 · 4 years ago

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Stream || Josh Bradley

Requested - No, but requests are always open 💕

A/n -✨🧚‍♀️I need to be more consistent istg 🧚‍♀️✨ Also sorry this one's shorter

Word Count - 892

6.30.20

Josh had been streaming FIFA for just under two hours when he had finally stopped to take a break. He refilled his drink and sat back down to talk to his viewers. "So what's up guys?" he asks between sips of his water. He watches the chat go by for a minute, glancing through the many responses and questions. A specific one catches his eye and he reads it aloud without thinking.

"Are you interested in anyone at the moment?" he says, laughing slightly to himself. These streams usually end up going in this direction when he reads the chat. Maybe it was because the fans had all been speculating for a while that Josh likes his close friend, Y/n. Normally he deflects the questions. However, being as tired as he is, he had pretty much stopped thinking his words through completely.

"Of course. I like Y/n a lot... I think she's amazing and anyone would be insanely lucky to have her, but that's not gonna be me. She'd never feel the same. So don't expect me to actually say yes, but yes." he rants, then stops, processing what he just told everyone. He looks into the camera like a deer in headlights and clears his throat loudly.

"Um yeah, don't tell her I said all of that though," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. The chat floods with sympathetic messages promising that she won't find out from them. Josh trusts his fans since they had always proven themselves to be pretty loyal. Luckily for him, the peak of the stream was a while ago and, while there was still a decent amount of people watching, it was a much less worrying number than it could have been.

Y/n had gotten lucky as well though, tuning into the stream just around ten minutes before Josh had taken his little break. She'd heard everything, although she didn't quite believe it at first. She watches the messages pour into the chat about keeping the secret and laughed softly to herself. Her first idea is to text Josh, something as simple as 'hey' to grab his attention while she tries to put what she actually wants to say into words. She instead settles on a slightly more public option. Her name was a pretty recognizable one, and it wouldn't be difficult to get attention in the chat. She waits until everyone else's messages had died down a bit before she sent her own. It was a heart emoji, just enough to achieve the desired results without being over-the-top.

Josh's heart practically stops when he notices the little emoji in the chat. It wasn't necessarily anything out of the ordinary, except for the name next to it. The chat immediately goes wild again as each and every viewer realizes the significance of the message. For a second, Josh was unsure that he'd even read the name correctly, but reading the messages that followed it convinces him that it was real. He locks eyes with the camera, then glances back at the chat, and back again to the camera. He feels his face turning a deep shade of red as he smiles nervously.

"Oh uh, hi," Josh finally manages to choke out, internally freaking out. "How long have you been here Y/n?" He desperately tries not to sound as ridiculous as he feels. He suddenly wishes that he had been able to keep his mouth under control for a minute, just another minute, and he wouldn't have totally exposed himself live to all his fans as well as his crush.

Y/n chooses to text him as she figured it would be much more convenient for both of them. He continues scanning the chat for a message from her until he feels his phone buzz in his pocket. He unlocks it shakily and reads the new message.

Y/n: Sorry, thought this would be better as the chat is a bit of a mess. I've been around for maybe half an hour, probably not even that long.

Josh: So you heard all of that?

Y/n: If you're talking about your feelings for me, then yes.

It was really sweet and I like you a lot too, Josh.

Josh, unable to speak properly after the short text exchange, holds his phone up to the camera. He waits for it to focus and then laughs awkwardly. "She likes me," Josh says, sounding more like an excited little kid than he ever has. The chat becomes practically unreadable. It was full of heart emojis and sentimental paragraphs. The two both happen to glance at the chat at the same time and see the same message.

"I feel like I've just witnessed the beginning of something beautiful." They each read to themselves. They remain smiling as the message gets swept away in a sea of similar expressions. Josh quickly apologizes for ending the stream early before shutting everything off. He calls Y/n without a second thought.

"Hey," she says as soon as she answers the phone.

"Hey," he replies, sighing with relief, "So...would you like to go out sometime?"

"Sure," she smiles, laughing softly at his hesitation. "I'm free tomorrow night."

"Sounds good. I'll pick you up at 7," he says, feeling a sudden wave of excitement wash over him.

#fanfic #zerkaa #sidemen #sidemenimagine #zerkaahd #josh bradley

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sidemenimaginesss · 5 years ago

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dessert - josh bradley

requested: yes - “prompt 27 with josh where you get hit on and he is jealous and possessive but when you get home kinda insecure and you reassure him thank you love you ❤️”

prompt: 27. “do you really think i could ever replace you?”

summary: out for food with friends, a waiter keeps flirting with you whilst your boyfriend josh has to look on helplessly.

wordcount: 1119

it is a normal saturday night out with a few of your friends in the city of london. after making plans for dinner a few days ago, it is finally time to meet up at the chosen restaurant.

you and your boyfriend josh arrive exactly on time - just like the rest of the group. josh opens the door for you to step into the restaurant, and you thanj him by shooting him a quick smile, making his face light up as well.

your friend talia tells the staff about the reservation and soon enough you are all seated at a table in the middle of the restaurant. you and josh sit at the edge of the table, making small conversation with your friends and each other.

laughter is cut off by the waiter, who places down menus in front of everyone. “would you like anything to drink before you order?” he asks you, and you meet his gaze. you gulp when you notice his eyes scanning your body in the tight dress you’re wearing.

josh notices too, and immediately start clenching and unclenching his jaw, frown forming on his face. “we’ll take a bottle of red wine,” he hisses, making the waiter smirk. “great choice. i’ll be back soon,” the unnamed man smiles knowingly and starts walking off.

you shoot him a forced smile until he’s out of sight, and meet josh’s eyes afterwards. your hand lands on his on the table, and his eyes immediately soften, forgetting all about the strange interaction.

that is, until the waiter comes back with a cooler and the bottle you requested. he pours you a glass, meeting your eyes when he says “one for the stunning lady...” he pours another glass and looks at josh, “...and one for her brother! are you ready to order already?”

you grab your glass to take a sip and giggle slightly. brother, yeah right. jealousy clouds josh’s mind when he looks over to you and replies in an aggressive tone, “me and the stunning lady over here will both be taking the smoked salmon dish.”

“nah bro i’d actually rather have the vegan pasta with artichoke sauce, please,” you reply, grinning at the waiter. he winks back, “coming right up.”

he makes a swift exit and josh glares at you from across the table, making you giggle. “what? what is it?” you laugh, but he genuinely looks pissed. oh well, it was just banter.

you spend the rest of the evening talking mostly to talia and her boyfriend simon. josh started grumpily ignoring you after your interaction with the waiter, but it doesn’t bother you all that much: it wasn’t meant to be taken seriously anyway.

the meal is delicious, and when the waiter shows up again and asks what you want for dessert, he licks his lips and once again looks you up and down. you look over to josh who is staring you down possessively. “actually, i think we’re gonna leave dessert for another time, right josh?” you ask, and josh’s eyebrows shoot up in confusion.

“yeah just give us the check and we’ll be heading out,” josh responds weakly, his eyes never leaving your face. you finally break the eye contact and look up to the disappointed face of the waiter who has been trying to hit on you the entire night.

the unnamed man nods and takes his leave, returning with the check soon after. “wait, you’re leaving already?” your friend jj shouts to you from across the table, and you nod in response whilst josh sorts out the bill. “but you haven’t even had dessert yet! ohhh-“ realisation hits jj when josh stands up next to you, who places his hand on the small of your back. jj shoots you a wink and your cheeks turn red, giving him a weak smile.

“goodnight guys! enjoy the rest of your meal,” you wave at the group of friends at the table and follow josh outside.

a short and silent uber drive later, the two of you arrive back in your shared appartement. you shake off your heels at the entrance and follow josh to the couch.

“that was fun,” you exclaim as you plop down next to him, lazy smile on your face when you rest your head onto his shoulder. you look over at him while he’s staring off into the distance. you admire his features for a second when he suddenly speaks up.

“except that part where that stupid guy flirted with you. oh wait, that was only the entire night,” he meets your eyes and suddenly you realise that the look on his face isn’t annoyance, but pain.

you frown in response. “you do know i was just playing with you and i wasn’t interested in that guy at all, right?” you say, concerned. you try to catch the emotion in his eyes before he looks down at his fiddling hands. “it’s just... you could’ve just easily left me and gone with him, you know? he was way more good looking than i am anyway, and i mean, you can definitely do better than me.”

your jaw drops when you realise he isn’t kidding. “josh, oh my god look at me,” you sit up straight and grab his cheeks in your hands, forcing him to look into your eyes. your fingertips slowly brush against his cheeks, holding his gaze for a second whilst heaving out a sigh. “do you really think i could ever replace you?”

a slight smile appears on his face when he answers, “i don’t know, to be honest.” he looks away for a second, before continuing, “i can be very insecure when it comes to you. i mean, i feel like the luckiest man alive whenever i’m with you, and i don’t want anyone to take that feeling away from me. i don’t want anyone to take you away from me.”

you get even closer to him, your features mirroring his, and you shake your head. “nobody will ever take me away from you. i’m one hundred percent yours.”

your foreheads meet and josh sweeps a strand of hair out of your face in a sweet gesture. his eyes scan your face, and land on your lips. you close the distance by leaning into him and pushing your lips against his.

he pulls back. “i’m sorry. for doubting you i mean. and for being so insecure.” you peck his lips again before replying, “don’t be sorry. you got me, okay?” your mouths crash into each other again, this time with a lot more passion.

with a sudden boost of confidence, josh pulls back, takes a deep breath, and says “so about that dessert?”

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