#like how colin pins pen against the door so he can go with his fingers where he wants to go

[polin-bridgerton]

[pixie88]

Meeting the Parents pt 2

Chapter 12 - Always the Bridesmaid.

A/N: I’m on fire with these ATB chapters once I got to 5 in my drafts I thought I better release one! I hope you like it.

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Read previous chapters HERE!

Warnings: Fluff & Light Angst

Word Count: 1832

Pairings: Laila x Harry

Enjoy!

"Is he mine?!" she seems a bit taken aback by his question, she wasn't expecting to see him again.

He asks again "Is he my son?" it's almost a hiss.

"No! No, he's not" she understands why he would think he is considering the timescale "I did a DNA test when he was born, he's Anthony's"

Harry is relieved, "You're one hundred percent?" she nods "I can show you the results if you would like?" she doesn't wait for his reply she rushes off, moments later she hands him a bit of paper.

It reads at the bottom -

Alleged FATHER  - ANTHONY KENNEDY

Probability of Paternity: 99.99999%

Harry feels like he can finally breathe again, he hands her back the piece of paper "Thank you and sorry I just had to know," she offers him a weak smile, "It's OK, I understand why you would think he was yours. Again, I'm sorry about what happened to us in the past and I'm glad you have moved on she seems lovely!"

His thoughts go to Laila "She is to be honest with you, she's probably the best thing that has ever happened to me" her face sours, but quickly changes as she hears her son cry "I'm coming Jasper" she turns back to Harry "Sorry, I have to go. Harry take care!" he smiles "You too"

He makes his way down the path, pulls out his phone and dials Laila's number. It rings a few times before she answers.

"Hey Harry..." He cuts her off, so she doesn't get the rest of her words out.

"He's not mine!" she lets out a breath"How do you feel about that?"

He chuckles "Relieved, Laila the thought of being tied to her because of a child...I couldn't think of anything worse. I thought I might have wanted him to be mine for a few moments but as soon as I knew he wasn't mine, I realised I didn't really want it at all"

"Well, I'm happy for you and at least that's cleared up now. You can move on from it"  He can tell she's secretly relieved to as much as she tries to pretend she was OK with it.

"I'm on my way back to yours so make sure you're ready, we'll leave for my parents when I get back"

"OK, I'm nearly ready. Harry, I'm so nervous," he chuckles "No need to be! You've met my mum, one of my brothers and my sister...my dad you just need to take everything he says with a pinch of salt. He's hard on everyone until they get to know him"

"Great....anyway. I'll see you in a bit, I love you" He laughs "See you soon! I love you too"

Later they arrive at his parents house, Harry lets himself in with his fingers entwined. Laila's heart is racing with nerves, "Mum, Dad?" he calls out "Harry! We're out the back" They make their way through the house towards garden "Laila! How are you?" Rose welcomes her with open arms.

Harry puts him down and pulls Laila over to the table "Arthur and Izzy you've already met Laila, but Dad, Brad, Will, Sophie, Claire and Ruby this is my girlfriend Laila, Laila this is my Dad Colin, and my brothers Will and Brad and their wives Ruby, Sophie and Claire" His brothers and their wives offer her a warm welcome but Colin doesn't even look up at her.

"Hi, Rose! It's nice to see you again!" Laila smiles at her, she notices the rest of the family round a table "Uncle Harry!!" a little boy runs over colliding with him, Harry picks him up "Hey Cohen! This is my girlfriend Laila!" Cohen looks over to her "She's pretty" Laila smirks "Thank you! You are adorable!" Cohen smiles.

Take everything with a pinch of salt! She thought, "I knew something was going on with you two! I saw the way he looked at you at the sky gardens!" Izzy winks at her, they take a seat Harry doesn't let go of her hand.

"We were in the early stages of dating at time" Laila smiles at her. She hears Colin sniggers, but she chooses to ignore it when she feels Harry give her hand a tiny squeeze.

A little while later dinner is served "Laila, are you left handed?" Colin asks "Erm..no, no I'm not," she smiles at him "So, why are you holding your knife and fork like a left handed person? It's a bit ill mannered?" he hisses. "Sorry, I always have used them this way..." he cuts her off "What do you do for a living?"

"Oh, I'm a hairdresser" he sniggers again "So not a doctor then..what a shame!"

"Dad!" Harry hisses at him "Harry, it's fine!" she smiles softly at him. Pinch of salt! She thought.

"And your parents?" Colin asks "My parents? Well, they own a pub" Colin laughs "Of course they do! Talk about lower class and cliché"

This comment makes her blood boil she jumps out of her seat, throwing down her cutlery "Say what you want about me, but don't you dare talk about my family!" She says pointing her finger at him "My parents are worth 10 of you!! You are nothing, but a miserable, snobby, rude old git! I will not sit here like everyone else and let you get away with talking to me or about my family like that!" she storms off through the house and out the front door.

Harry chases her calling after her "Laila! Wait!" He catches up to her, gently grasping her arm, making her turn "Laila, I'm sorry I should have spoken up...I should've never let him speak to you like that. It's just that's the way he is. I know that's no excuse"

"I get it..he's your dad, we make allowance for family. I shouldn't have say anything" Harry chuckles "No! I'm glad you did..That is what I love most about you. You don't take crap from anyone, you speak your mind and no one has to second guess where they are with you"

Behind Harry, Laila spot Colin stands in the doorway. Harry eyes follow in her direction "Harry, if he's here for round 2, I swear to god I will not be responsible for my actions" Harry chuckles "As much as I would love for you to deck him..." she cuts him off "Don't you think I can take the old man?" she asks.

He laughs "I have no doubt that you can take the old man! But let's just hear what he has to say? I promise I will step in if he's out of line again," she rolls her eyes "Fine" Harry takes her hand and they make their way over to him "Let me just warn you, you dare speak to her like you did in there so help me god" Colin can see his son will not stand by and let it happen again.

"First can I say Laila, I'm a protective old fool, I just don't want him hurt like last time. You were right in there, when you called me a miserable, rude old git. No one has ever pulled me up on how I speak to people and for that I respect you"

"You forgot snobby!" Laila hissed, Colin laughs at her "I also forgot to say sorry which I truly am sorry and if you will allow it can we start again?"

"OK, I'm also sorry for what I called you" Colin laughs "You have nothing to apologize for everything you said in there was spot on. Now let's go back inside"

They follow Colin back to the garden as they walk in his brothers clap "Keep hold of this one Harry! We like her!" Will laughs "Don't worry I intend to!" he winks at Laila.

Later, Harry is playing football with the kids Cohen, Ethan, Bobby and Lara while Laila is colouring with Mila "Do you love my Uncle Harry?" Mila looks up at her "I do" Mila smiles "He loves you too. Are you going to marry him?" Laila smirks she loves how kids are so blunt "Maybe one day"

"Maybe one day?" she hears him asks over her shoulder. Great! She thought. "I asked Laila will she marry you. She said maybe one day!" Mila giggle, Laila blushes as Harry takes a sit down next to her "You're all sweaty!" Laila wipes his brow "Yeah, those 4 have been ganging up on me. 4 against 1 can you guess who won!" Laila laughs at him.

"Not you?" she winks "Got that right!" Harry grabs Laila's hand as she's colouring making her go out of the lines "Harry!! Look what you made me do!" he chuckles at her and does it again "Harry! Stop it!" she hisses "Or what?" he asks.

She takes the felt tip pen and draws on his face "Laila!" she smirks, Mila giggles "What? I'm colouring out of the lines like you wanted me to," he smirks as he shook his head, "You are so going to regret that!" he's quick, he takes a red felt tip pen off the blanket they are sitting on and aims for her face, but she dodges it. He goes in again she falls back against the blanket, Harry grasps her hands pinning them, so she can't stop him. She's laughing "Harry, don't you dare!"

Moving towards her face with the pen between his teeth as his hands pin down hers, she's laughing "Harry" as he gets closer Mila pulls the pen from his mouth and uses it on him "Argh! Mila, you're suppose to be on my team!" he lets go of Laila, Mila gets up and makes a run for it. Harry is about to chase after her, but Laila grabs his ankle making him fall to the ground.

She gets up and makes a run for it after Mila, they're both giggling as they run from him. Before they get to far, Harry's arms come around both their waist's "Gotcha both!" he begins to tickle them and they both fall to the ground trying to get away.

"Uncle Harry! Stop! I'm sorry!" Mila says through her laughter, he stops "I like Laila, Uncle Harry" Harry smiles at his niece "Me too!" he winks at Laila.

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A few weeks later

Laila had arranged to meet Nikki at the park with Poppy, They are chatting when all of a sudden they hear Poppy scream.

They both rush over to her, Poppy is hysterical on the floor below the monkey bars "Pops, what's wrong?" tears steam down her face "It hurts!!" she screams "Poppy, did you fall from the bars?" Laila asks her and she nods unable to answer because of the pain.

Nikki becomes distraught "Nikki, It's going to be fine!" Laila tries to reassure her "I'll call an ambulance just in case" Laila pulls out her phone to make the call.

Continue reading this story here - Chapter 13.

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Finally (Stefan x reader)

Summary: The reader has a big, fat, life-disturbing crush on Stefan, but is too shy to talk to him (at all), so Colin, being the good friend and wingman he is, steps in and takes matters into his own hands. (god I'm terrible at summaries).

Pairing(s): Stefan x reader, Colin x reader (platonic)

Requested: Nope.

Warnings: Cussing, cheeky Colin, innuendos, some kisses ;).

A/N: I uploaded this to my Wattpad but I thought I should upload it here too because why the fuck not? I promise I am working on the requests I have in my inbox!! Almost finished the first one and I’ll hopefully get it up later tonight (or this morning depending on where you are??). This is an AU where Bandersnatch was successful, but without all of the bad stuff, ya know, Stefan killing his dad and getting arrested (or dying). Also lmao Colin is in this a lot more than I intended, but I just love his character so much. Also the reader and Colin have been friends their whole lives in this fic, that's why they're so close (don't take their encounters the wrong way!) Also (y/n/n) just means "your nickname"

Word count: 1,955

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Colin had known you since before he could remember, but he had never seen you in such a state as this. All day, every day, for the past two months, all you could talk about was Thakur's newest employee, Stefan Butler, who'd been hired as a permanent game developer after the success of his first game, Bandersnatch. Colin had told you about Stefan, but you hadn't met him yet. The moment you saw him walk nervously into the office, Colin saw the stars in your eyes. At first he was worried, thinking he'd accidentally slipped you one of his tabs, but it wasn't long before he realized: you had a crush. This wasn't unusual, you'd had crushes before of course, but never one like this. Normally, you were fairly confident around your crushes, but when you and Colin were introduced to Stefan, you barely uttered two words. Something about him made you nervous beyond measure. For weeks following their meeting, Colin watched you pine over him from afar, never once approaching him or making any sort of attempt to talk to him, to the point that you practically ran out of the room whenever Stefan came around.

Of course, although you never talked directly to Stefan, you'd always pin Colin down after work, walking home with him, going on and on about how cute Stefan was, asking never ending questions about Stefan, and crying that you'd never be good enough for him, to which Colin always rebutted "(y/n) mate, you are more than good enough for him." One night, after a strangely relaxed day at work, Colin asked to walk you home. You accepted, glad for the company, and glad to have someone to vent to. "Col!! He is so adorable, I think I might die. I just want to run up and kiss him. Oh my god, I could never do that, what am I saying?" Colin walked beside you silently, highly enjoying listening to you ramble on about Stefan. "Did you see how cute he looked today? I love that green sweater." Colin chuckled as your eyes glossed over the way they often did when you talked about Stefan.

"I suppose it is a nice color on him. You should tell him that." At this you scoffed, smacking Colin lightly on the arm. "I'd sooner lock Thakur in the maintenance closet and throw away the key than tell Stefan that I think he looks cute in green. Let alone talk to him at all." you replied.

Colin chuckled at your dramatic comment, tapping his chin in thought. "You know, I'd pay good money to see that (y/n)."

"Yeah well, as amusing as it would be, I like my job, Colin." Just as you reach the steps to your apartment building, you look up and see him deep in thought. "What's on your mind? I can see your wheels turning." Colin just shrugs, giving you a mischievous smirk. You frown in concern, slightly worried about what he could be planning. "Colin..."

"Don't worry about it! It's nothing, I was just remembering the episode of the Brady Bunch where Bobby locks himself in the closet." You squint at him, causing him to throw his hands up defensively. You roll your eyes and ruffle his hair. "You are such a weirdo." He smirks, and pats you on the head. "And yet I'm your best friend. What does that say about you?" You scoff at take a swipe at him, whining as he easily dodges your attack. "I'll see you tomorrow (y/n/n)." You shake your head and give him a quick hug. "See you tomorrow Col." Colin watched you walk inside, before turning around and walking briskly down the street, grinning as he started planning for tomorrow.

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You walk into the office the next day to see Colin sitting at his desk, sipping at his coffee and running through his code. You wrap an arm around his shoulders and ruffle his platinum hair, causing you to wonder what it would be like to run your hands through Stefan's hair. "Morning Col." He lifts his head, smirking up at you as he wraps his arm around your waist.

"Morning (y/n/n)." His roguish tone causes you to squint at him wearily. You gently pull yourself out of his arm and walk around to your desk, squinting at him all the while, eliciting a laugh from him. "What is up with you? You're acting weird." He grins slyly, picking up a pen and twirling it in his fingers. "Nothing. Nothing's up (y/n/n). Actually, if you wouldn't mind, could you grab me the screen cleaning kit from the supply closet?" You look at Colin flatly.

"You have legs. You can get it yourself mate." you drawl.

"Yeah I suppose I could, but you're already standing up and you're closer to the closet." You groan, nodding your head in defeat and walking down the hall. Colin lets you go for a few seconds, before getting out of his chair and quietly following after you. You fail to notice this in your sleep-deprived state, and as you crouch down in front of the cabinet, you suddenly hear the door slam shut. Panicked, you run to the door, just to hear it click, followed by a small chuckle. "Colin, I swear to god if you don't let me out of this closet right now..."

"Trust me (y/n/n), I'm doing you a favor."

"By locking me in a closet? Colin!" He just laughs, and you hear him walk away. You bang your fists on the door and call out for someone, anyone, but to no avail. With a defeated sigh, you walk to the broken safe in the corner and taking a seat, head in your hands.

You don't know how much time has passed before you hear the lock on the door slide. Relieved, you stand up, waiting for the door to open. As you prepare yourself to give Colin an earful for locking you in that goddamn closet, the door opens and you stumble back in shock, at the sight of Stefan. "(y/n)? What are you do-" before he can finish Colin shoves him inside the closet and scrambles to shut the door. You take the opportunity to fling yourself forward and pull on the doorknob, but to your disappointment, Colin has already shut the door and locked it. You remember Stefan in the room, turning around sheepishly to see him looking as confused as one would expect. He locks eyes with you, making you squirm and turn away, banging your fist on the door. "Colin, I love you but fucking let me out right now or I will tell Thakur that it was you who put that sardine in his coffee."

“Nice try, but he already knows (y/n). And I love ya too. That's precisely why I'm doing this. You'll thank me later. I'll let you out once you've talked to him."

"Talked to who? Me?" Stefan had remained silent until now, but hearing his voice made you even more panicked. "Colin let me the fuck out!! Please! Colin!!" You slump against the door, listening to the sound of his retreating footsteps.

Turning around nervously, you watch Stefan take a seat on the floor, following suit by sliding down the door to the ground. "I'm sorry that Colin locked you in here with me." You look everywhere but him, your heart is going a million miles an hour. "You don't have to apologize. It's not your fault at all." Your heart warms at his kindness, making your cheeks flush. You sigh, rubbing your eyes. "Actually it is my fault. He locked you in here because of me." You finally look him in the eyes, those beautiful green orbs, to find him looking incredibly confused. "I-I don't understand. Why would he do that?" He looks down, and you miss the way his shoulders slump. "You hate me. Why on earth would he lock me in here with you?" He mutters. You flinch at those unexpected words, you hate me. "What makes you think that?" he looks up at you again, a dejected expression on his face. "You always run away from me. You barely spoke to me when we met. Hell, this is probably the longest conversation we've ever had!" He exclaims, exasperated. You turn red at his description of your conduct. It never occurred to you that your shy behavior could've been interpreted as indifference. Suddenly the nerve you'd struck up to even look at him dissipated. "I-I don't hate you, Stefan." your voice is barely above a whisper, and his face softens when he hears this. "Then why do you always avoid me?" You take a deep breath, looking away from him. "I-I just-" You can't seem to get the words out, and you sigh, burying your head in your hands. You hear him moving across the room, and suddenly you feel him pull your hands away from your face, waiting patiently for you to explain. You take another breath, steeling yourself up. "I avoid you because-" you look up and he nods, encouraging you to continue. "Ah fuck it. I avoid you...because I like you. I have since we met. That's why I couldn't talk to you...you make me nervous." You blush profusely as you finally get the words out, pulling your arms out of his hands and avoiding his burning gaze. Your heart sinks at the silence, and you blush even harder. "I'm sorry for springing this on you, I don't expect you to recipro-" you trail off as his hands gently cup your face, lifting your head to meet his eyes. You hadn't noticed how close he had moved towards you, and you shiver, feeling his breath fan your face. "Don't apologise," he whispers, running his thumb over your jaw. He angles his face closer to you, and your eyes flutter shut, right as his lips meet yours. You don't move at first, shocked that he was kissing you in the first place, but soon you find yourself melting into his embrace. The kiss is gentle and sweet, his warm lips moving in sync with yours as he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. You tangle your hands in his soft brown hair, relishing in the warmth of your proximity. After what feels like forever, you come up for air, and Stefan starts trailing soft kisses down your neck and along your collarbone, nibbling gently on the skin in the nape of your neck. Just as Stefan slips his fingers under the hem of your shirt, the door opens, and Colin stands there, grinning smugly. "Well that went well. Should I've left you a pack of condoms?" Before he can register what is happening, you fly at him, slapping his arms and his chest. He tries to block your sharp blows, but you manage to get a few good hits in while you shout at him. "Don't ever lock me in a closet again you prick!" He smirks down at you, and you can't help but smile back. You sigh and throw your arms around his neck. "Thank you Col. I don't approve of your methods, but thanks."

"Any time (y/n/n)." He pats you on the back and turns you around, gesturing to Stefan. You walk over to him, and he takes your hand. The confidence he gained in the closet seemed to have dwindled, as he shyly looks up at you. "I know this is short notice, but would you want to grab dinner with me tonight? After work?" You smile softly at him, pulling him in for a chaste kiss. "Of course, I'd love to."

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A/N: Feel free to reblog, I don’t mind☺️hope y’all liked it