#bestfriend!nouhh

[eternal-ascensionism]

Listening to Enough, Enough Now and brother man. I need to climb on my soapbox and ramble about that line “Tell me tonight that you’ll be by yourself, cause something bad will happen if you are with someone else” OMINOUS AHH BARS BRO

*TW: STALKING, TOXICITY, SCARY NOAH BE SMART READ AT YOUR OWN RISK*

Stalker!bestie!Noah being too afraid to tell you how he feels but he gets a lil unhinged whenever he learns you’re going on a date with someone else…Noah who comforts you when the guy you met last night ghosts you, or at least that’s what you believe happened. Maybe someone you know had a little chat with him. Privately. In a dark alley behind the very bar you’d met him at. Noah who assures you you’ll find someone, “who knows, maybe we’ve already met them?” take the hint you fuckin-

Noah, who always seems to bump into you when you’re walking your dog or when you’re at the grocery store. Noah, who listens carefully to the conversation you have with your friend who works at the local coffee shop about your interests. Noah, who studies your expression as you pick up the little blue gift box he left addressed to you at your job. Noah, who smiles when your name lights up his phone screen, stifling a laugh when you start gushing about your secret admirer. Noah, who pockets a pair of your panties during one of your regular movie nights. Noah, who silently fucks his fist in the bathroom with that same pair of panties stuffed in his mouth to stifle the moans

One night, when he’s been holed up in the studio and he misses you, he checks your Snapchat story like he usually does. Only this time, he hears what sounds like a guy’s voice in the background. He notices the icy feeling spreading through his chest and limbs. Fails miserably at his attempts to regulate the jealous rage brewing. He can’t take this shit anymore, he needs you to be his. Only his. Nobody else deserves to monopolize your time. Nobody else should get to sit in your bed and make you laugh and hold your hand. He waits until the final recording has wrapped and sneaks off. He’s barely made it outside before he’s clicking on the FaceTime app. It rings twice, then your pretty face fills the screen. “Hey Noah! How was the studio?”

“Who’s with you?”

“What?”

Clearing his throat, he tries to sound less invested. Less anxious. “I asked who you’re with. I saw your Snapchat post, sounded like you were busy. Just wanted to see what I was missing.”

You giggle, and he swears he can hear you roll your eyes through the phone. “I’m home alone. Watching some lame sitcom on Hulu, was actually gonna call and see if you wanted to sleep over?”

He agrees, nerves finally calming. You go back and forth making plans; him giving you movie recommendations, you providing your order for the Chinese takeout Noah would be picking up. When all was said and done, you said your goodbyes. Just as you go to end the call, Noah speaks up one last time.

“Glad you said you’re home alone tonight. Something bad might’ve happened if you were with someone else.” You’re left to decipher the meaning as the line goes dead.