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Holiday | Part 11 |

Description of Part 1: Alex Turner x Reader (Female) | You’ve been friends with Alex Turner and the other boys from Arctic Monkeys since you were 13. You never for a second thought that Alex would release a song about you though. From late night phone calls and almost constant texting and teasing, you’ve managed to stay close with him over the years. When a pact is established and a holiday is arranged, life seems to be treating you very well. But a month in LA will either make or break you.

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A/N: Okay so this series is going to run for a lot more weeks. May even be more than 15 parts at this rate so I hope you all don’t mind. I’m still loving writing it up and I hope you’re all still enjoying the story. Btw idk who made the second picture I’ve used here but I honestly found it in my camera roll yesterday and couldn’t not use it. Taglists are always open. Thank you for reading x

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I’m starting to regret my decision to come back home. It’s fucking freezing Al x

You’d returned back home just over a week ago and you and Alex had barely been out of contact with each other.

Back home the weather was polar opposite to what it was over in LA. It was cold, wet, and windy and the view of Sheffield didn’t really have the same effect as the stunning view that LA had to offer.

But there was something relaxing about going back home to your normal surroundings.

Well I told you not to leave xx

You couldn’t help but grin at his message when it came through.

He did try and persuade you not to leave and you really did want to stay. But you had to get back to work and look into moving.

Alex knew that you loved your job despite it stressing you out a lot of the time and he did feel selfish asking you to stay in LA with him. But at the same time, he knew you’d get a lot more opportunities over there with him and he knew you would smash it in America just like you’d done back home.

You’d agreed that you were obviously going to try the long-distance stuff for a while until plans were made. And yeah of course you were missing him, but you’d lived without him for a long time before now.

You would make it work. You were both open and honest with each other and as long as that stayed the case, nothing could go wrong.

You’d liked each other for too long to just let distance ruin it.

You reply to your boyfriend quickly, just half-heartedly defending yourself.

It’s not like I wanted to leave you, but the flight was booked. And you know I’m not one to waste money xx

Alex chuckled at that; You really were set in your ways once something had been arranged. He loved but hated that about you.

He just wanted you all to himself. After staying with him for the month and becoming as close as you had, he found his house so empty without you.

He was always finding any excuse to either phone or text you. Alex still wasn’t used to it being okay for him to be texting you every chance he could.

In his mind, since you’d gone back home, you were still his best friend that he’d harboured feelings for, for such a long time. He found that he had to remind himself that it was different now, and he could ring you whenever he wanted to.

He texted you back as he lay himself down on his bed and hugged the pillow that still smelled of you as he replied to you.

No, I know you’re stubborn xx

You gasped out loud when that came through, which caused Y/B/F to look over at you.

She’d been so funny when she came and picked you up from the airport. You’d hugged each other for a solid two minutes; You had missed her so much.

You found it funny as well when as soon as you released each other from the hug, she was very quick to ask you about Alex. You wouldn’t change her for the world though.

You were so used to spending your days with her like you’d done for the first week of your holiday with Alex. Just happily coexisting together yet having the best time when talking about whatever came to mind.

“What’s he saying now?” She grinned at you from her spot on the sofa.

You weren’t offended by what he’d said because you knew it was true. But of course, over text you’d pretend to be the slightest bit offended by it.

“He just called me stubborn” You tell her with a smile on your face.

Every time you talked about him you couldn’t help but smile. But that applied to before he was your boyfriend too.

You’d been caught many a time grinning like a lunatic at your phone and Alex had been the cause of it.

Y/B/F giggled at that and shrugged her shoulders, “He’s not wrong, is he?”

You faked a gasp at her too and shook your head.

“You’re meant to be my best friend and defend me” You scoff.

“Can’t defend what’s true” Y/B/F said before turning her attention back to the TV.

You shake your head and start typing out your reply.

Rudeeee! Y/B/F even agreed with you. You’re both nasty xx

He didn’t even give it a second before he started typing his reply. You saw the speech bubble appear instantly.

Well, great minds. What can I say? Got myself a stubborn girlfriend and she’s got a stubborn best friend x

You just grin as you respond to him.

Right this is just bullying at this point, think you should come and warm me up to apologise x

You were sat on the sofa feeling so cold. You had on fluffy pyjamas and a massive fluffy blanket. Yet you were still cold.

You’d obviously acclimatised to LA’s temperature as by the end of the holiday you didn’t find yourself getting as cold as you had initially. However, that could have also been down to Alex making you all hot and bothered all the time.

His next message came through quickly:

You’d enjoy that wouldn’t you? xx

You couldn’t help but smile and bite down on your bottom lip as you replied to that. Just because his idea of warming you up was teasing you for a long while before eventually having sex.

I really would xx

You send to him, but then immediately add:

And you would too x

You were certain Alex loved teasing you about as much as he loved making music. If not more.

He was so good at it as well.

You don’t know whether it was the fact that you’d teased each other on the phone for years and never done anything about it, but he’d certainly made a good start for making up for lost time.

Just thinking about it was making you get a bit excited, so you tried to stop thinking about it. But Alex’s reply came through and those thoughts about him didn’t stray far out of your mind.

I really really would xx

You quickly type out your reply with a grin on your face.

You finish that album and you’ll see me before you know it xx

He’d offered to come back home with you, which you half wanted to take him up on. But you knew that songs needed to be finished for the album and eventually the EP that was going to come out after it.

Your man was a busy guy.

He needed to get creative and you knew he couldn’t do that properly from over here. So that was when you’d both agreed that after most things were done for the songs and the promotion pictures and the aesthetics for the album were done, he’d come over.

It’s nearly done. Can’t wait for you to listen to it xx

That made you smile reading that. You couldn’t wait to hear it completely finished either.

But you had no doubt that whatever him and Miles thought would be finished soon, would eventually be changed or they would write another song or two in the window after Christmas that they had to make final changes to it.

You vaguely remember them telling you that the final deadline before the vinyl needed to start being pressed was the end of January. It was the first week of August now and you had no doubt the creative duo would create something else magical in that time.

Neither can I x

Was the reply that you sent before you started watching the rerun of Gavin and Stacy that was showing on your TV screen.

The banter mixed with drama that you were watching on the TV grabbed your attention more than you thought it would. Meaning that you didn’t see that Alex sent you another message through straight away.

You only notice it 10 minutes later when the episode ends. You pick up your phone and see another message from him that came through a while ago.

You open it quickly to see what he was saying.

Please tell me we’re still on for later??? Xxx

You couldn’t help but grin at that.

There he was referring to the little arrangement that you’d made because Y/B/F was going out for the night and you were planning on having phone sex again.

Since you’d been home, you’d done it a few times and it was quite fun.

Yeah, you’d sexted people before, but you’d never actually had proper phone sex with someone before last week. And as it turned out you were both pretty good at it.

Alex knew just what to say to get you worked up and you’d always been good at teasing him with your words over past few the years. Except back then it wasn’t as filthy as it had been the past week.

You guessed he’d got good at it because he spent his life on the road, travelling from place to place. But you were glad he’d had his practice at it because he was a fucking god at dirty talk now.

As if his singing voice didn’t already do it for you, him saying the dirtiest things to you down the phone just made him ten times better.

Even during sex with him before you left LA, he’d said some things that made the experience ten times better than it already was. You don’t think you’d ever forget it.

The morning of the day you were due to go home was one of the times he’d talked dirty during sex properly. He was being rough with you which just made the things he was saying even better.

So, when you left, he’d sent a reminder of himself home with you.

You could feel the ghost of his fingertips running over your body every time your clothes moved slightly. And it was like you could feel him inside you every time you adjusted yourself in your seat on the long flight home.

He’d left you sore. Obviously wanting you to feel him for as long as possible after you parted ways.

Knowing that you wouldn’t be able to be like that with each other for a while definitely made it better.

And that was such a good fuck, you couldn’t even lie. You’d enjoyed every second of it.

Unfortunately though, it just left you longing for him.

But you guessed it made the phone sex you had when you got home, all the more interesting because you could still feel the ghost of his lips and his hands on your skin already.

You felt like you could still feel him inside you. Which made the first experience on the phone better to say the least.

When you thought back to it, you’d literally had so much good sex the last 2 weeks you’d spent with him in LA.

One of the most memorable times was just as few days before you left. It was when you’d received an early birthday present that you weren’t expecting.

You kicked the large door to Alex’s house closed as your hands were now full of the massive parcel that had just been delivered to his door.

“Alex, what have you been ordering?” You giggle as you walk back to the lounge with it in your arms.

It was huge, yet it was quite light. You were so curious as to what was inside.

The PR packages that he always seemed to receive didn’t look like what was currently in your hands. The PR ones were usually vinyl and he’d got 5 a few days previous.

You were lowkey jealous. You wanted free vinyl.

“I’ve not ordered anything” Alex tells you with furrowed eyebrows, looking at the size of the box you were bringing in.

“Well, you have because this his huge and it has your name on it” You say as you hand it over to him.

“I’m intrigued now” You tell him as you sit yourself down in your spot.

Even Miles, who was sat next to Alex on the other settee, looked like he wanted to know.

He sat forward off the edge of the sofa and told his best mate, “Open it”

“Alright” Alex says and starts picking at the tape that was holding the box together.

He gets the box open pretty fast and you divide your attention between Alex and the final of the season of Hell’s Kitchen that you’d been watching on the trip.

Your eyes were more focused on the TV when Alex got the box open, so you’d initially missed his eyes go wide. A smirk immediately rose to his face.

Alex paused though before saying anything and looks from the box up to you and to the box again. You note that he was being weird in your peripherals though, so you turn your attention back towards him.

You couldn’t see that the box contained because he’d lifted up the sides of it that shelled the contents from yours and Miles view. You just keep your eyes on him after that.

Alex seems to think about whatever the box contains for another second before he looks back to you and try not to smile when he asks, “What have you been ordering?”

Your eyebrows furrow at that.

“What do you mean? I don’t even know your address; How could I have ordered anything?” You ask with confusion written all over your face.

You didn’t even know what part of LA you were in, except an expensive part. He’d kept his address a secret from you so you could enjoy the surprise of his house when you initially got here.

And you’d had no reason to need his address. He’d been driving you around and when you went out, you’d gone out with him or Breana, so they knew directions and addresses.

“Are you sure?” Alex asks you a smile making its way onto his lips.

“Yeah I swear down” You tell him completely confused as to why he thought it was something to do with you. You need to know, “Why? What’s in the box?”

Alex then moves some tissue paper out of the way and pulls out something you weren’t expecting.

Your eyes go wide and your jaw drops when Alex pulls two bras out of the box and holds them up to show you.

“What the fuck? Who are those for?” Your eyes go wide.

They were beautiful.

One red with black lace running over it making it look very sexy and the other was dark royal blue. The latter was currently your favourite.

“I don’t know I haven’t ordered anything” Alex tells you with eyes just as wide.

“Throw me one” You tell him.

They looked too close in size to the other ones you had, you had to check the label.

Alex then throws the black and red lacey looking bra to you and you check the label on it immediately. It was your size and it was the exact same shape as the ones you liked.

“What the fuck” You giggle.

“Have you been checking my bra size?” You grin up at your boyfriend.

“I haven’t ordered this, I swear to god” Alex shakes his head at you, going a little red at the mere suggestion that this was his doing.

You believe what he tells you but then you look back to the label and tell him, “Well whoever has knows my bra size... So if it’s not you, then who is it?”

Miles then let’s out a chuckle and both you and Alex turn to him. Your face falls into a completely unamused expression before you start on him.

“Miles if you have been looking through my underwear, I will actually fucking murder you right now” You tell him sternly.

He just shakes his head and continues his chucking. You give him a look that makes him quickly shut up though and start telling the truth.

“No, it wasn’t me. I just gave who it was the address so she could treat her best friend’s boyfriend” Miles looks between the both of you with the biggest and cheekiest smile.

You jaw falls open.

“You’re joking?” You giggle as a grin spreads across your face.

Miles shakes his head at you, “No”

“I fucking adore Y/B/F” Alex expresses in a loud voice before you hear him move more tissue paper out of the box.

“You better get her on the phone right now because I need to thank her” He tells you and when he looks back up, he’s beaming.

You ask, “What else is in there?”

“What isn’t in here?” Alex asks rhetorically before he starts revealing the boxes content.

Alex first shows you some handcuffs that he’s hooked around his finger to bring up out of the box. You press your lips together when he raises his eyebrows at you suggestively before putting them back then puts the handcuffs on the sofa before he pulls out a leather whip.

You’re jaw hangs open as Alex just keeps pulling out item after item.

Bondage tape.

Leather buckle cuffs.

The dark blue bra, with a thong to match, as well as the one to match the bra you still had a hold of.

There are also 2 sets of suspenders and stockings to match. The stockings had Alex grinning for days.

You’d yet to wear your knee socks for him, but you knew the stockings would work just as well.

After that, Alex looks at you grinning and you have to pick up your jaw from the ground. Once you gulp taking in all the new items that sat next to Alex, you look to Miles.

Miles is grinning at you like a madman and you want to give him a medal for sending Y/B/F the address. You were so fucking excited and so fucking relieved that Y/B/F knew your sizes and what you liked.

“Miles” You get his attention, your mouth a little dry. “I’m going to politely ask you to go home”

Miles bursts out laughing before he stands himself up.

“Already on my way” He says raising his hands signifying that there was no harm done.

He turns to leave saying, “Have fun guys” but then he remembers something.

“Oh, before I forget…” Miles starts.

“Y/N, she said that she wants to see pictures of you in them” He tells you, which makes you giggle before he turns towards your boyfriend.

“And she said that you’re not allowed to rip any material, Alex” Miles tells him which makes Alex say, “No promises” under his breath.

You giggle and stand up when Miles again turns to leave.

You shout after him but can’t tear your eyes away from all your new treats, “Miles as a thanks, she does really good phone sex. Just ask her for a repeat of when we went to Barcelona. You’ll get top quality treatment”

You can’t help but run your fingers over all the different material that lay beside Alex.

“Thanks Y/N/N” You hear Miles shout before the eventual thud of the door shutting behind him.

You let your fingers run over the material of the royal blue bra and ask your boyfriend without even looking at him, ”What colour do you want?”

When he doesn’t reply for a few seconds, that’s when your gaze breaks from your new items to look at him.

Alex looks in debate with himself. But you’re getting impatient.

“Alex, we have all day tomorrow for me to roam about in the other one. Pick a colour now” You hurry him on.

A colour stumbles from his mouth, “Blue”

“Right” You say as you collect all the blue lingerie in your arms before you practically run up the stairs.

“Wait for me” You hear Alex shout as he throws the empty box out of his lap.

You shout back to him before running to his room, “No. You get the other stuff and wait on the bed. You’re getting a full show Love”

And suddenly, Alex was running.

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You sat by the pool the following afternoon happily reading a book that Alex had suggested.

It was actually really interesting, and you were glad that he knew you so well. You were enjoying it just as he knew you would.

You were that enthralled with the story going on in your book that you didn’t care when Alex disappeared upstairs an hour ago, and you didn’t even hear Matt and Miles just walk in.

The lovers in the story were just discovering their suppressed feelings for each other when your boyfriend’s best friends sat down either side of you on the comfy seats that resided on the patio outside.

They made you jump as you weren’t expecting them at all.   

“Oh hey” You smile as you look at them either side of you.

Matt sat down on your left and Miles sat on your right. Both didn’t repeat a greeting though, they each lifted up one of your arms causing you to abandon your book on your lap and lose your page.

You look at them both really confused as they seem to then start to inspect your wrists.

“What are you doing?” You ask them, completely confused.

Matt decides to tell you, “Looking for cuff marks… Miles informed me what was sent”

You see a little smirk appear on his face and you can’t help but grin.

“Oh yeah, it was good” You say as you watch them inspecting your skin.

Matt chuckles at your confirmation, but Miles is the one that takes up your attention next.

“Can’t have been that good if you don’t have any marks on your wrists… You would have been thrashing against them and got some marks if he’d of done his job properly” Miles says before they both let you have your hands back.

You pick your book back up and quickly find your page again.

Before you get back into the book though you can’t help but tell them with a smirk on your lips, “What makes you think I was wearing them?”

You hear them both gasp as you carry on reading your book. You don’t give them any other information than that but then your boyfriend walks outside to join you all.

“You alright?” Alex greets his mates as he sits himself down on the chair opposite you all.

You look to the boys you left stunned and see their jaws still agape and their gazes were now fixed to Alex’s wrists. You couldn’t help but smile looking at the tiny bruises that had been left there from last night’s activities.

“Fuck, mate, you had a good night, didn’t ya?” Miles laughs gesturing to Alex’s wrists.

You press your lips together to try and hide your smile, pretending to still be invested into your book. You hear Alex’s low chuckle and see him rub his wrist in your peripherals.

“It was certainly memorable” Alex says looking between his friends.

You just laughed before returning to your book.

The memory of that made you grin. You really did have your fun with those new toys.

You look back to the text message on your phone. In truth, you couldn’t wait.

You just hoped that you had the flat to yourself.

You look towards Y/B/F who was flicking through the TV channels to find something else to watch.

“Are you still going to your Mum’s later?” You ask her.

She nods at you and you can’t help but grin. You reply to your boyfriend:

Most definitely Mr Turner x

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Mid-August shouldn’t be this bad.

You shouldn’t be lay in bed tossing and turning all night attempting to get to sleep. You were failing miserably because you were freezing from the cold air.

You should be able to sleep in any condition but since you’d got home, turned 29 and didn’t have your boyfriend sleeping beside you anymore, getting some rest had proved difficult.

You were getting old.

You had no clue why, but you could never slip easily into unconsciousness. You don’t know why Alex had made such a big difference on holiday, but you were glad he had.

Despite him sorting your sleeping pattern over there though, the jet lag mixed with the temperature change from back in the UK, resulted in that going out of the window immediately.

As you tried to sleep you thought of your boyfriend who you hadn’t seen now in almost 3 weeks. You just curled yourself up into a ball and stuffed your hands under your blanket and duvet after seeing that the clock read 02:57am.

After a few minutes of trying not to think about why Alex hadn’t replied to your goodnight text you finally felt yourself becoming tired. You were slipping away from reality when you felt the chill that ran over your skin disappear.

Just when you were slipping into your long-awaited slumber, you heard the door to your room open. You didn’t give it much thought because you knew Y/B/F sometimes had these really bad reoccurring nightmares and sometimes just needed the presence of someone else to calm her nerves after one.

The fact that you’d been living together for 5 years meant that you’d shared a bed with her many a time. You were used to it by now and you didn’t mind at all. You just shuffled over to your side of the bed and let her have some more room.

After the door closed and you heard some shuffling, you felt the covers being lifted behind you. You paid her no attention and tried to get yourself to sleep.

You felt her settle beside you and you quickly relaxed again.

However, your best friend liked to be annoying as fuck.

You feel her poke you in your side and you ignore her the first time knowing she’s just sometimes annoying seeing if your awake.

But when she does it again though you sigh, “What do you want Y/B/F?”

“She said you’d think it was her” A male voice that you knew all too well chuckled behind you.

Your eyes snapped open and you turned yourself around immediately. You were so thankful that your eyes had adjusted to the darkness so you could see that you weren’t imagining your boyfriend lying beside you.

“Alex” You just about managed to get out before your lips found his.

You literally pounced on the man, your hands had captured his face and you plastered as many kisses on his lips as you could. You’d never been a doting girlfriend, but Alex was different.

You didn’t see him all the time. He lived in a different country and you hadn’t seen him for 3 long weeks.

Alex couldn’t help but chuckle at the amount of times you kissed him. He’d missed you so much.

If you weren’t doing this now, he sure as hell would be doing the exact same thing to you.

“What are you doing here?!” You asked with a big grin on your face when you finally pulled away.

Alex chuckled hearing the excitement in your voice.

You could see he had messy hair and he looked really tired. But you would never not want to see those brown eyes looking back at you.

“Wanted to see you so I booked a flight” He smiles at you. “Y/B/F let me in… I wanted to surprise you” Alex tells you.

“You are actually the cutest person in the whole world. I swear to god”

“Only for you” He smiles, and you can’t help but grab his face again and kiss him.

Alex chuckles into the kiss and he savours every second. God he’d missed you more than he thought was possible.

He thought he’d missed you the years he’d been separated from his best friend. But the weeks away from his girlfriend had been agony after wishing you were his for so long.

So as soon as the album looked marginally complete, he booked a flight.

“How are you so cold?” Alex asks when he pulled away. His hands come up and covers your hands that cupped his face.

“Because my flat’s a fucking joke and since coming back, I can’t get warm” You tell him.

And with a grin you add, “And, you’ve not been here to warm me up”

“Well I’m here now” Alex’s grin matches yours and he pulls you by your waist to his body.

“Come on let’s go sleep, I’m knackered” Alex says, and you nod.

You snuggle yourself into his neck and hug him towards you.

You breathe in his scent and immediately feel yourself relax.

“God, I’ve missed you so much” You say before you kiss his neck.

You feel him wrap his arms around you and stroke your hair before kissing the top of your head.

“I’ve missed you too”

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You woke up the next morning probably the warmest you’d ever been in your flat. And for the briefest of moments you’d forgot why.

That was until you attempted to roll yourself around to avoid light from the window and find you can’t. A chest against your back and an arm around your waist blocks you from doing so.

That’s when you take a moment and smile, feeling so happy that you’re trapped in Alex’s arms. You rested your hand over his and softly rubbed your thumb across the back of his hand.

It wasn’t an attempt to wake him up at all. It was just something you’d got into a habit of doing when you were back in LA, trapped in his arms, and hoped it would get him to move slightly so you could get up.

However, when you felt Alex stir behind you, you knew he was waking up. You gave him a minute to come back to reality before you spoke to him.

“I half thought that I dreamt you showing up” You grin when you feel his arm tighten around you.

“Believe it sweetheart” Alex says in his gruff morning voice.

You smile when he starts kissing your neck and he says, “I’m right here”

“I’ve missed you too much” You said before you turned around in his grip.

“It was pretty painful, I won’t lie” Alex tells you and before you can stop him, he’s pressed his lips against yours.

You kiss him back but before you can become too attached to his lips, he’s moved them so they trace down your jaw and onto your neck.

Your fingers find his hair and knot themselves in it to try and assure he doesn’t stop. You’ve missed waking up to this.

You’ve missed his lips on yours. You’ve missed his lips on your skin.

You missed him a lot.

Pathetic really after only 3 weeks apart, but that didn’t mean what you felt wasn’t real.

And the way he was making you feel right now was only a part of it. Just him being near you made you relax, and last night you’d had the best night’s sleep since you got back.

As his lips found that peace of skin just above your collarbone, he focused his attention there until you were quietly whining for him. You had to keep it down here.

You knew just how thin the walls were.

You feel Alex move his hand slip under your top and find your skin and as his hand moves up your body, your top does too. You know that he knows you don’t have a bra on underneath as you never did when you went to sleep.

So, you’re not surprised when you can feel him grinning against your skin in-between kissing it.

As his hands get higher, his lips get lower until your top covers the skin that he wants to kiss. That is when he detaches himself from your skin and looks at the material he wants removing.

“I was wondering where this went” Alex smirked looking at the logo that was on the top that you wore.

The blue letters that read ‘Triumph’ above the Union Jack were now just about as faded as the flag itself. You knew it was an old top of his and you may have borrowed it from him without asking.

“Something to remember you by?” You tried to defend yourself, but it sounded more like you were asking yourself if it was a good enough excuse.

Alex chuckled at that before removing the item of clothing from you all together. You helped him out and sat up a bit, so it was easier for him to take off.

“I’ll make you remember me a completely different way, love” Alex smirked at you before throwing the material to the floor.

You giggle before he attaches his lips to yours again and at the same time, he takes a handful of your right breast. The pleasure mixed with the tiniest hint of pain when he pinches your nipple has you moaning into his mouth and you craving him like you never had before.

Especially when his mouth finds your left breast and he starts playfully biting that one.

It felt like it had been forever.

But forever seemed like it was going to last a little longer when banging on your door started.

Alex practically jumped away from you when Y/B/F started pounding her fists against your bedroom door. You were just used to it by now though.

That was how she woke you up when you were either about to be late for work, or bored and she wanted your company. And considering the fact it was Sunday today, the latter seemed to be the reason why you were being disturbed.

When it sounded like she was about to enter the room Alex hugged you into him in an attempt to keep your decency from her, which you found awfully adorable. Bless the poor man.

She’d probably seen your boobs more times than he had.

“Up up and away you two” You hear Y/B/F shout over her banging on your bedroom door.

“Busy afternoon ahead... Get yourselves up. You can shag when you come back later before I get home” She says once she stops banging.

You can’t help but giggle at her knowing exactly what was about to happen in your room. You hug yourself into Alex some more even though you knew she wasn’t going to come in at this point.

If she was going to do that, she’d have come in initially.

“Get your sexy arse out here” You hear her shout and her begin to walk away.

But then Y/B/F realises her mistake.

She walks back to your door and shouts though it, “Shit, forgot to specify… Y/N, sexy arse, out here, now”

You can’t help but laugh loudly at that. You look at your boyfriend and see that he looks half offended despite him full well knowing she was referring to you.

“Don’t pout” You laugh, “You’ve got a sexy arse too”

Alex then gives you a look as if he didn’t believe you at all. Which was the biggest lie he could have come up with.

Back at his you were always slapping his arse when he left a room and you’d always try and squeeze it every chance you got. Even just looking at it was pleasing on the eye.

“Don’t look at me like I’m lying. We’ve chatted about your arse more than is healthy” You tell him of yours and Y/B/F’s previous conversations.

He’s about to reply again but Y/B/F interrupts.

“Alex, you’ve got a sexy arse too, but I don’t know how jealous Y/N gets about you yet so…” She trails off.

You giggle, “See”

“You gunna get jealous?” Alex grins, raising his eyebrow at you.

You shrug, “Depends how friendly you get with her…”

“But considering you won’t even let me get out of bed, I don’t think I’ve got much to worry about” You say attempting to get up but you’re not able to succeed.

Once Alex eventually lets you go, you get yourself up and dressed before heading into the bathroom to freshen yourself up. All whilst Alex was finding his toothbrush and clothes from his suitcase.

You didn’t see Y/B/F on your way to the bathroom, so you guessed she’d just nipped back to her bedroom for a minute. After telling Alex that the bathroom was free, you decided to go check on her.

You push the door to her room open and you’re greeted with the view of your best friend sat on her bed tapping away on her laptop. You see a grin come to her face, but she doesn’t look at you.

You ask, “Breakfast?”

“It’s half eleven but sure. I’ll have a bacon butty please” Y/B/F tells you and you giggle.

You don’t bother closing her bedroom door as you walk towards the kitchen. You knew she’d follow you out soon enough.

You had a decent sized flat.

One that had two bedrooms and a separate bathroom that you both shared. The kitchen and lounge was all an open plan design, that just had a small dining table that was rarely used in between both areas.

Once you’ve put the bacon under the grill, you feel hands find your hips and a kiss being placed on the back of your head. You can’t help but smile.

You turn yourself around and abandon whatever task you were doing. You lean up to quickly kiss the messy haired brunette in front of you.

You share the little kiss before you hear movement from the lounge. You separate before Y/B/F could ruin another moment between you.

“Morningggg” She grins at the both of you.

“You know, you’re just as good of a cockblock as Miles” You tell her separating yourself from Alex to check on the food.

“Ah it seems we’re meant to be then doesn’t it?” Y/B/F laughs, leaning against the small kitchen island that separates the both of you.

Alex adds, “He’s certainly excited to meet you”

“I’m very excited to meet him” She giggles.

“It’s nice to meet you properly after all the little conversations I overheard the past few years” Alex tells her.

Y/B/F smiles and nods, “Yeah it’s nice to see you with a barrier between us with me one side of it and you on stage”

“You could have come to see us with Y/N, you know?” Alex says, but you just laugh and shake your head.

“After the high of attending one of your gigs, absolutely not” You say before you stand in front of Y/B/F on the opposing side of the island.

“Yeah to be fair, I do go a little animalistic at your gigs” Y/B/F can’t even defend herself which makes you and Alex laugh.

It’s at that point though, that you feel Alex hands travel around your waist and make their way under the baggy jumper that you were wearing.

Black jeans and an oversized maroon jumper that hung off your shoulder was the way you dressed yourself today. It was pouring down with rain outside, so you thought it best to keep yourself warm.

As soon as Alex’s hands found your skin though, you let out a hiss of surprise. His hands were freezing cold.

Then again you weren’t really surprised as he was dressed in blue jeans and a short sleeved white top that didn’t look like it conserved any warmth at all.

“You’re meant to be my portable heater, why are you so cold?” You ask him when you stand so your back is against his chest.

“That’s punny” Y/B/F smirked at you and you chuckled at her joke, before tilting your head back to look at your boyfriend.

He still had his freezing hands around your stomach as he hugged you into his chest.

Alex, not missing his song reference, looked down at you and said, “Well you can be mine now… The one time that you’re warmer than me”

“Alex” You pout and lean your head back on his shoulder.

You cover his hands with your own and attempt to move them but his grip on you is firm.

Alex chuckles down at you and places a kiss or two on your neck before he kisses your cheek. You let out a giggle too and rub his hands instead, in an attempt to warm him up a bit.

Y/B/F stands opposite the both of you and smiles looking at how happy her best friend looked in that moment. She was so happy you were finally happy.

However, she can’t help herself from saying, “You two are already sickeningly cute”

“Not the jealous type at all are you” You smirk back.

Y/B/F smiles back and shakes your head at your joke. She knows exactly what you were getting at.

“Don’t worry” She smiles, “I won’t slap you or try to attack you”

You giggle at her and lean back into Alex’s chest. You were both so sad, yet you’d been making the same shitty music jokes for years.

“Is this all you two do all day? Reference me songs?” Alex asked from behind you and you could just imagine the amused grin on his face.

You watched as your best friend pressed her lips together and tried to hide her humour from Alex. You, however, just started laughing and told him the truth, “Yeah, pretty much”

“You’re both saddos” Alex chuckled down your ear before he lent down and placed a kiss on your cheek.

“Yeah we are” You admitted, leaning back into him a bit more.

“Do I get a hug and a kiss on the cheek for being a saddo too? Or have you just got your favourite?” Your best friend attempted with a grin.

You chuckled at her attempting to shoot her shot.

At the same time that you said, “Absolutely not”, Alex said “Of course you do” which made you scoff in jest as he let go of you.

You stand there completely abandoned, watching as he walks around the island towards Y/B/F, who’s got a shit eating grin on her face. She couldn’t contain her grin when his arms around her after giving her a kiss on the cheek.

She let out a little squeak as she hugged him back and because she was enjoying herself, she started swaying herself and Alex side to side to prolong the hug. Whilst this was happening, she was grinning at you like she’d stolen him from you for good, and Alex started chuckling at her being excited and probably at your unamused face too.

You obviously weren’t bothered by it at all. It was funny to watch her, but it was more amusing to pretend that you were jealous.

You raised your eyebrows at the both of them with a hint of a smile on your lips and they both laughed at you as they released each other from the hug.

Alex then threw his arm around Y/B/F’s shoulders and they both stood there looking at you with big smiles on their faces. Alex’s obviously loving your fake jealously and Y/B/F probably just because it was the best day of her life.

The amount of times you’d both gone on about how good looking he was, would probably scare him away from the both of you. When you watched various concerts together or even just saw a picture of him on Instagram or Twitter, you would both fangirl for days.

You just had the privilege of actually being his friend. And now his girlfriend.

“I see how it is” You nod trying not to grin, but you were failing completely.

Alex grins at you and you shake your head at him.

“I’m not warming you up now” You chuckle as you fold your arms.

Alex then pouted at you as your best friend giggled at your reaction. You just ignored him and started getting your breakfast ready.

“By the way, I have a bone to pick with you” You hear Y/B/F tell Alex.

You laugh already knowing what’s about to come.

“Why? What’ve I done?” Alex asks.

She looks up at him and says, “You didn’t let her bring home the stuff I got her. I’m sorry, like I know you told her it was incentive to go back, but I wanted to see her in it too”

Alex apologises, “I’m sorry”

“You didn’t even take any pictures and send them me” Y/B/F makes her disappointment clear.

“I’ve got pictures, if she’ll let you see” Alex

You see that he’d looking to you for confirmation before he takes his phone out and you nod.

As you start plating up the food you say, “Yeah she can see. She’s seen my nudes so I don’t think a sexy pic will do her any harm”

Alex scoffs, “You’ve not even sent me nudes”

“We have FaceTime for that, my love” You say as you plate up your own bacon butty and head to the settee.

On the way past, you tell them to help themselves and you settle yourself down before you start eating your perfectly made breakfast.

Not even a minute later though, Y/B/F comes and sits down beside you with her butty in hand, leaving Alex to sit on the sofa opposite the both of you.

You note that she’s now got Alex’s phone in her hand and you have a peak at the pictures yourself.

You’d obviously been a bit too occupied at the time to see if the pictures came out any good.

“Fucking hell I chose well, didn’t I?” Y/B/F says once she’s finished a mouthful of her food.

You lean your head down on her shoulder and nod. A smile gracing your face as you finishing eating your butty.

“I don’t even really know you, but from that alone, I fucking love you” Alex tells her, as he draws his attention away from his food and the TV for a moment.

She fans her face with her hand and you and Alex laugh when she jokingly says, “Alex Turner loves me”

You giggle at her and you see that Alex just shakes his head and pays attention to the TV again.

“Nah I’m being serious though Y/N/N, you look fucking stunning” Y/B/F tells you and you sit up a bit to kiss her cheek as a thank you.

After you grin and send your silent appreciations to each other, she says to Alex, “I hope you told her that”

“I told her a lot of things” Alex says but his gaze is fixed on the TV.

You knew he wasn’t really paying attention to either of you, so you decided to disclose some more information to your best friend.

“Before I sat on his face” You then whispered into her ear.

She burst into giggles at that and shoves your shoulder, “Lucky bitch” She says under her breath.

You both just giggle for a while as you inspect the pictures that Alex took of you in both sets she got you. It really was such a thoughtful early birthday present from her.

Once you’d both had a real good look, Y/B/F locked his phone and reached over the coffee table that rested between both settees and gave him his phone back.

“Bet they went straight in the Wank Bank right Alex?” She asks him as he takes the device from her.

You chuckled at her smirk that was on her face and at the fact Alex definitely wasn’t expecting her to say that. Despite that, he recovered sort of well.

Alex chuckled and you could see a hint of red grace his cheeks before he looked to you and smirked a bit. He found the confidence to say, “Yeah. Just glad I don’t have to get them from her Instagram anymore”

Your jaw dropped a bit at that. You didn’t know he had any of your Instagram pictures on his phone.

Especially for that.

You’d never thought about it. Though you guessed it was just the same as if you didn’t want to use your memory of him, you could just Google his same and you had an endless stream of pictures that you could pleasure yourself looking at.

You were pretty lucky in that respect.

“Which ones?” You had to ask.

Alex said, “That doesn’t matter” before he stands himself up and announces, “I’m just going to get a towel then I’m going for a shower”

You both quite literally ignore him though, trying to think of pictures from your Instagram he would have saved on his phone. It ends up being a little manhunt for the both of you.

You both end up getting your phones out and stalking your own account.

“Definitely the one I took of you on the beach when we went to Barcelona” Y/B/F says.

You nod and show her the image on your phone. Y/B/F had taken the photo of you in a bar when you went up to Manchester. You were sat on a barstool and you’d just flicked your hair out of your face.

You were subtly posing as if you weren’t obviously having a little photoshoot. You had black jeans on and a very lacy white bodysuit.

Your boobs were pushed together nicely in the picture and you now knew that Alex really liked your boobs, so it was a fair bet to guess that he had this picture on his phone.

“Maybe the one of our night out in Manchester?” You say.

She nods and grins at you, “Yeah definitely. You look sexy as fuck”

“Oh, shush you” You giggle and you both go back to looking through your Instagram.

A minute later, Y/B/F seemed to make a break though, “Oh we’re missing the obvious one”

“Why? What?” You ask her, trying to look at her phone, but she’d turned it away from you.

She shows you her phone as she says, “The iconic ‘I’d never have stopped you getting hold of the sweet spot by the scruff of my knee socks”

“Oh definitely” You giggle.

“Yeah, I do really like that one to be fair” You both heard Alex say behind you.

You both turned to look at him as you giggled at what he said.

You see that he’s walked out of your room with just his towel around his waist and his eyes were fixed on you. Yours and Y/B/F’s, however, were fixed on his shirtless body.

And you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t like what you saw.

“I’d appreciate a live recreation of it, if I’m honest” Alex grinned at you with suggestive eyebrows.

“Maybe if you’re lucky” You shrug as if it isn’t a big deal.

Alex can see in your eyes though, that you’re very amused by his suggestion and you’ll more than likely come up with a fancy way of completing that task. Much like you putting on your little show for him when Y/B/F bought you the lingerie.

Alex winks at you before disappearing off into the bathroom.

You just knew that he would hate your shower with the whole of his heart. Compared to his, it was utter shit.

“Hope you enjoy your shower” You call after him before you turn back towards your phone.

When you do turn back though, you see that Y/B/F’s eyes are literally fixed to where Alex had just been stood. Her mouth hanging open slightly and eyes wide.

“Stop drooling at my boyfriend” You shove her shoulder and you both start laughing.

About 15 minutes later you’ve gone back into your room and you’re sat at your desk checking your work email whilst listening to Bad Blood by Bastille. You didn’t hear Alex come back into the room as your door was already open, but you heard the door close behind him.

You don’t look round as you were quickly typing out an email to one of your colleagues. However, you did feel his presence behind you a minute later.

“Okay, I understand why you loved my shower so much now” Alex says as he leans down and kisses your cheek.

You couldn’t help but laugh.

~*~*~*~

Every Sunday since you could remember was always the day you had a roast dinner. And that was no exception even now you were 29.

Since you’d moved out of your Mum and Dad’s house almost 7 years ago, your mum had insisted that you always return home for her Sunday Roast. And most of the time you never failed to do so.

Sometimes though, like the past few weeks since you’d got back home, you would have to skip on your Mum’s glorious cooking because work. Or that was the excuse you gave anyway.

But the real reason was because of how insufferable you found your sister and her fiancé.

It was needless to say you didn’t like your sister at all, and probably hadn’t since you were 15. What sibling actually did like her younger sister at that age though?

Especially when she started trying to hang around with your friends when they came around because they were “only two years older” than her, as she would say.

You disliked her then, but you loathed her now.

The same couldn’t be said for your older brother though. You absolutely adored him despite him being 5 years older than you, and you adored the little family he’d created too.

You had only seen your parents and your brother on your birthday briefly before they were all ushered out of your flat by Y/B/F because she was taking you out for the day. Which was really lovely because you hadn’t expected it at all.

However, that meant that you didn’t end up telling them any new information about what took place on your holiday or anything about Alex. They weren’t the very techy type, so you doubted they had seen anything online about the two of you.

But you couldn’t wait to tell her today.

So, you’d come to her house around two hours earlier than you usually did on Sunday’s so you could have your catch up with your Mum and your Dad away from prying ears.

You were currently stood outside of your childhood home battling the wind and rain as you waited for your Mum to answer the door. And you actually couldn’t contain your smile when you saw her though the frosted glass on the front door.

When she opens the door, you are greeted with the biggest smile.

“Hey Mum” You grin back at her.

She beams at you and ushers you inside, “Hey honey, come in”

You do so quickly, wanting to escape the weather and take your coat off immediately and hang it over the bannister at the bottom of the stairs. Something you’d always done, whenever you entered your old house.

“How was your holiday?” She asks you as she gives you a hug.

You give her a tight squeeze as you tell her, “Yeah it was really good, thank you”

Once you separate from each other your Mum heads towards the kitchen and you follow close behind her.

“Come on, tell me everything… I wanna know everything. What did you get up to?” Y/M/N asks like a typical Mum.

Looks like story time was coming sooner rather than later.

You ended up telling her about all the days in the pool at both Alex’s and Matt’s house. You told her about going to the studio with Alex and Miles, the beach and about the party.

You told her how amazing Alex’s house and about the weather, which she of course wanted to know. You loved your Mum with the whole of your heart, you wouldn’t replace her for the world

But, bless her, she did want to know some weird details and see every single picture you’d taken whilst away.

After telling her what she wanted to know, you then decide it was probably time to tell her about your relationship status. And who’d changed it.

“So, I’ve got some news” You tell her from the dining room table that resided in the large kitchen.

You did love your childhood house, and you always felt really blessed that you had a big house to grow up in.

The kitchen units were on the edge of the room and there was no island leaving a lot of room spare, so that was when your parents decided to move the large wooden dining table into the kitchen.

You liked the practical idea of it, as whenever you were tasked with washing up as a child, you didn’t have to move plates from one room to another to wash them.

What once was your dining room had been converted into a back lounge, which you had found memories in with all your friends growing up. Yes, those memories included ones of you, Alex, Matt, and Jamie among other friends.

The real lounge area was one where you had many happy memories of various birthdays and Christmas’ though. There was a lot of space in that room, with a 3-seater and a 2-seater sofa opposing each other and two armchairs (one for your mum and one for your dad).

And of course, you still had your bedrooms each upstairs. You really did have a lovely house growing up and you’d had a lovely childhood.

“What is it?” Your Mum asks you as she continues to prepare your dinner.

“I’m sort of going out with Alex now” You tell her and watch for her reaction.

You watch as she turns to you, abandoning what she was doing and smiled.

However, your Mum felt the need to double check, “Turner?”

You giggle and nod, which causes a toothy grin to break out on her face.

“Aw hunny, I’m so happy for you” Your Mum says as she comes over to hug you.

You give her the biggest hug back. You loved how joyful that news seemed to make her. She even started rocking you from side to side in your seat as she continued to prolong the hug.

“Really?” You ask her as your arms loosen slightly from around her neck.

She lets go of you and sits on the chair just beside you, “Yes of course I am. You liked him so much when you were younger and he’s such a lovely young man”

While she says that, she takes your hands into hers and she gives them a tight squeeze. You loved how supportive she was of you.

“Awh Mum” You can’t help but grin at her.

She was just too lovely. Especially when she wanted her details.

“Tell me everything. Was it a properly holiday romance?” She cooed with a big grin on her face.

“Erm, yeah, sort of. Well you know I fancied him anyway…” You say, because it was true.

You may have hidden it pretty well from Alex at the time, but your Mum definitely knew all those years back. Your entire family did.

And you’d always been teased about it, but you were true to yourself and never denied it. You just attempted to shrug it off and take it on the chin.

You carry on telling your Mum, “But we just got closer I guess, and he asked me out and I said yes… And we just had such a great time together whilst I was over there”

You literally couldn’t get the smile off of your face as you were telling her though, which made your Mum so happy to see her daughter like that.

“Awh that’s so sweet” Your Mum tells you.

“I know” You smile but then your smile falters and your Mum notices.

“There’s a but isn’t there” She looks at you a bit worried.

“Yeah, well no, but yeah” You sadly smile.

If you were going to tell her about the relationship, you had to be honest with her about how everything was going to happen. And about the change in living arrangements.

Your Mum looks worried when she asks, “What is it?”

You take a deep breath before you drop the bomb, “He asked me to stay with him in LA”

“Right okay, and what did you say?” She asks and didn’t even bat an eyelid.

She didn’t seem fussed. Something that you were not expecting at all.

You half thought she would beg you to stay.

“I came home didn’t I Mum?… I can’t just stay over there without even talking to you or Dad first” You tell her.

“Y/N, sweetheart…” She starts, “If he makes you happy, run for it”

You can’t help but smile when she points out, “I would follow your dad anywhere and I did, didn’t I?... I followed him to Manchester, and I followed him here too”

You can feel a lump forming in your throat and a few tears form in your eyes.

“Yeah, but I won’t see you every week Mum” You smile, but you air out your worries to her.

Yeah you may not see her all the time. But there was some comfort in knowing she was only a 20-minute drive away from you if you needed her.

“Oh hunny, we can chat on the phone. It’s just the same. You have to make yourself happy and if anyone is going to do that it was always going to be little Alex Turner”

“He’s not so little anymore mum” You chuckle as you wipe away the tear that fell down your face before you give her a hug.

She laughs too, “I don’t doubt that he isn’t”

You compose yourself before you let go of her. Savouring the comfort that a hug from your Mum brought you.

And after that, you knew you’d be fine wherever you ended up with Alex.

Whether it be in Sheffield, LA, or anywhere around the world, you knew that as long as you had him, a piece of home would always be with you.

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Mr. Evans II- Chris Evans AU Chapter Four

Teacher!Chris Evans x Student!Reader

Warnings: Explicit language, heartbreak, angst, a little bit of infidelity (it doesn’t get that far but if this triggering to you, kindly don’t read.) A little bit of Jealousy.

Disclaimers: I don’t condone relationships of this kind, this is for entertainment purposes only.

Word Count: 2,552 words

Read Chapter Three here!!

A/n: Sry for the delay, guys!! There are some things going on in my school that I’ll post about later. Happy reading : )

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(Gif isn’t mine!! I don’t even- how can one human being be so fucking beautiful? I’m-)

The car ride to the mall was rigid.

You spent it looking out the window, earbuds secured on, music loud. You started fiddling with your fingers and trying your damn hardest to block out Cassidy leaning over every two seconds to kiss Chris.

It was Cassidy’s car and the smell of perfume was almost overwhelming. She was obnoxiously neat, not a single crumb in between the cushions of her leather seats.

Sighing, you turn the volume up. I Wanna Be Yours by the Arctic Monkeys thrums strongly in your ears and you try to let Alex Turner’s voice distract you from the secret smiles Chris and Cassidy share every five seconds.

You press your forehead against the cold car window, lips pursing.

You didn’t think this would be so hard to bear through. You knew you weren’t entirely over him, but you hadn’t expected it to hurt this much to see him with another woman.

Such bullshit.

You just wish you could-

Ring.

You've abruptly tugged away from your thoughts as your phone rings loudly from your short pocket.

Quickly glancing up, you notice Cassidy is looking at you and Chris’ eyes peer at you from the rearview mirror.

“Sorry.” You look away, tugging your phone out, unplugging your earbuds, and answering without looking at who was calling you.

“Hello?”

“Babe?”

You freeze, biting your lips hard. “Daniel?”

You practically feel when Chris’ gaze snaps towards you and you only bite your lip harder.

“Babe!” You hold back the urge to cringe at how loud he is.

“Hey baby,” you mumble back softly, happy to hear his voice despite everything.

“How are you? How’s dad? How’s everything?” His questions bombard you, one after the other.

You can’t help but snort. “Dad?”

“Yeah...I can call him that right?” You can almost see him shrugging shyly in that Daniel manner.

You ponder on it for a while, accidentally catching Chris’ eye. You don’t know why, but you hold his gaze as you answer your boyfriend.

“Yeah sure. He’ll be your dad too, soon enough.”

Oh, God. As soon as you say it, you regret it. Chris clenches his jaw and looks away instantly. You keep looking at him though, trying to decipher what that meant.

“Are you implying what I think you’re implying?” He replies cheekily.

You laugh, jesting back. “I don’t know. Am I?”

“God, I hope you are,” he breathes.

You can’t help it when you blush. “Really?”

He sighs. “Hey I know we’ve had our rough patches, but I love you Y/n. So much.”

You know he’s referring to your fight and because you just know him so well you also know that this is his way of apologizing to you.

You smile softly. “And I love you.”

He laughs lightly, relieved. “Good.”

“Also, everything’s fine. I’m actually headed to buy a dress for the wedding right now.”

He clicks his tongue. “I wish I could be there to see you.”

You smirk to yourself. “Do you, now?”

You don’t notice when you near the mall, too lost in your conversation with Daniel and how utterly satisfying Chris’ squirming was.

“Yes I do,” his voice turns sultry. “Red looks so fucking good on you.”

You giggle at his throaty groan. “Red it is then.”

He groans harder. “Jesus, Y/n.”

You laugh even more. “Don’t worry babe I’ll send you pic-”

“We’re here.” Chris’ voice roughly cuts through your phonecall. You look up at him.

He looks utterly irritated as he taps his foot impatiently, jaw ticking as his eyes sear through you.

“Cassidy’s already inside,” he mumbles roughly, clearly holding back the urge to growl.

“Hey baby,” you talk into the phone, never breaking eye contact with Chris. “I’ve gotta go. Call you tonight.”

He exhales sharply. “Send me pictures.”

You know Chris heard when his jaw clenches impossibly more and his nostrils flare. Another surge of satisfaction rushes through you and you bite your lip- like you can’t help but do so.

“I’ll facetime you while I’m in bed. Love you.”

And then you crawl out of the car, brushing past a very annoyed Chris.

Oh. This was gonna be fun.

“Holy crap, this is so gorgeous, right babe?!” Cassidy holds up a long green dress for him to see. It was strapless and backless with intricate sequin work in the front.

A bit too much for you, but probably gorgeous on Cassidy who you were sure could pull a sack of potatoes off.

He hums distractedly from behind you. “Mhm, it’s nice.”

You’d decided to go into town to the only mall for hours and Cassidy had suggested you go into a cute little boutique that dealt mostly with party dresses.

You flick through the dresses, not seeing anything eye-catching whatsoever. There were some red dresses but they were either too big or too simple.

“I’m gonna go try it on,” she squeals, seemingly unaware of her boyfriend’s disinterest in her dress as she heads into a dressing room in the far end of the boutique.

You move on down, brow furrowed as you look deeper into the racks.

Almost twenty minutes pass and you still haven’t found anything. You’re about to throw the towel when-

“Try this one,” his voice is deep as he holds a blood-red dress in front of you. What the hell?

You peer up at him, shocked. “Where’d you find it?”

“Just try it on,” he murmurs, firmly pushing it into your arms. You blink at him once before nodding slowly, making your way to the dressing room nearest to you.

Reluctantly, you peel your clothes off and tug on the red dress. Resolving not to think about what any of that meant, you pull the zipper up as far as you can.

“Shit,” you curse loudly, bending your elbow further.

“What happened?” he calls from outside the dressing room.

You frown. “I can’t zip up the dress. Could you maybe get an employee to- what the shit?” you screech as he suddenly pulls the door open and steps into the tiny dressing room with you, closing it behind him.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” You hiss lowly, your heart already starting to race.

He sighs, gaze meeting yours in the mirror. A tingle travels through your spine and you swallow thickly.

“I’m zipping your dress, sweetheart,” he replies as if it’s obvious, hands already reaching out for you.

“What? No!” You shriek incredulously, spinning around and backing away from his touch.

He purses his lips, his demeanor all too calm. “It’s not a big deal. Really.”

You scoff, face growing red with vexation. “Your girlfriend is only a few feet away. You can’t just come in here after we almost-”

“After we almost what?” He cuts you off briskly, stepping closer in the already-cramped dressing room. He tilts his head to the side- mocking you in a cynical way, you think.

Your breath immediately hitches at his sudden shift in demeanor and you bite your lip lightly, watching him cautiously.

He continues, pretty blue eyes suddenly ablaze. “After we almost kissed yesterday? Is that it?”

Your face grows impossibly warmer and you don’t know if you’re pissed or embarrassed or both because he knew exactly what you meant and because the memory of that moment was almost too much to bear.

“Don’t. Don’t go there, Chris,” you warn almost too quietly to be anything other than a breathless beseech.

He doesn’t seem to care though, and you honestly can tell if you hate or love it as he steps even closer to you, crowding you against the mirror. His gaze flickers to your lips and you can feel your stomach clench in sinful anticipation.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You’re powerless to him and he knows it, dammit.

You look at him with desperation and he hopes he knows it’s the kind of desperation which is begging him not to do something both of you would lament later on. Something you’d feel guilty for but absolutely wouldn’t refuse because even as you beg him with your eyes not to kiss you, you ache for nothing more than to feel the warmth of his soft mouth on yours and the inquisitive yet desperate touch of his hands on your skin once again.

You need to stop this. Right now. Even if you don’t want to. Even if you can’t--you’ll have to be able to because neither of your partners deserved this.

You’re stronger than this, Y/n, you think, readying a million things to say to him right now in your mind.

A firm ‘stop’ or even ‘leave right now’ would be enough. A fire builds deep in your belly as you open your mouth to stop his arrogant ass right this instant. But a split-second before you’re about to speak, you make the grave mistake of looking into his eyes...and your resolve immediately dissolves.

He looks so lost. So confused and vulnerable and conflicted. Like he doesn’t know what to do with all these emotions and your heart clenches in that way that you hated because you knew what it meant. It meant that your brain was losing all rationale and becoming a jumbled mess and you wouldn’t be in control anymore.

Your mouth snaps shut as he speaks, voice quiet. “I would’ve kissed you.”

At his shocking confession, you swallow audibly, your stupid pathetic foolish heart fluttering.

“I would’ve kissed you”. So simple yet so effective in making you a puddle of emotions and conflict.

“I would’ve kissed you too,” you mutter to your insides, not having the courage to utter it out loud.

You shake your head, knowing you’re about to lie but needing to put some space between you and this situation. It was too much. “But I wouldn’t have kissed you back.”

A flicker of hurt flashes on his face before he instantly smirks, all traces of emotional vulnerability masterfully masked with sarcastic arrogance.

He looks you directly in the eyes, face tilting just the tiniest bit so that it looked like he was gonna kiss you.

Your heart immediately speeds up and your hands get sweaty as you tried not to think about how fucking addictive his kisses were and how much you missed them.

He peers up at you through his eyelashes with the damn sexiest look anyone’s ever given you and you swear to God if you don’t get him out right now you would give in and fuck him right here right now.

“Really Y/n? Because I think,” as he continues speaking, his hand casually rises, the pads of his fingers barely brushing over your cheekbone as he gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

You try to fight it off, you really do, but despite your every mental command, you instinctively tremble and lean into his hand, lips parting the slightest bit as your heart clenches with the sweetest pain.

You wanted more of him. God, it hurt just how much you wanted all of him all the fucking time.

His dumb, arrogant smirk widens instantly with satisfaction and you grow angry. More with yourself than with him, truthfully. “...that if I hadn’t stopped, you would’ve given yourself to me right there on that kitchen counter, sweeheart.”

You freeze at his words, your distress very quickly morphing into anger. As your entire body flushed with humiliation, you fisted your hands, clenching them so hard your nails bit into the skin of your palms.

Just who the hell did he think he was, saying shit like that?

You cared not for the sharp fleeting pain as you glared up at him. “Shut up.”

“No,” he instantly responds, face suddenly turning serious. “I won’t shut up. You felt it too, you can’t deny it. What we’ve always felt-- it came back but stronger this time, right?” He looks into your eyes for confirmation even though you both knew that he didn’t need it.

You grow more and more anxious as he speaks because the accuracy is scary and because you hate yourself for it being that way.

“I felt nothing.” You look away, shrugging him off.

He clenches his jaw. “So what? You’re just going to ignore this?”

You huff, looking up at him again. “There is nothing to ignore.”

He laughs out a scoff. “Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, sweetheart.”

You force your face to harden, stone-cold even though you felt like dying on the inside. “Let me make this very clear so that there are no future mishaps; there is nothing here, Chris.” You step up to him, pressing yourself to him challengingly. “And there never will be, so just stop and go back to your girlfriend.”

He doesn’t even flinch and his eyes make you feel so infuriatingly naked. He smiles dryly.

“See, the thing is, the more you say that the less I believe you.”

Yeah, and the more he talks the more you feel like slapping him. And even as you refrain from doing so, the want to inflict pain on him grows and grows.

You wanted him to hurt. You wanted him to be in so much pain you-

You smile with sickly sweetness, tilting your head sideways. “See, the thing is, that I don’t really give a shit.” You need to put space between you desperately, so you step back a bit pressing against the cool mirror again.

“Leave, Chris. We’re not doing this,” you grit out through clenched teeth, barely restraining yourself from slapping him silly.

His jaw muscles tense and tick as you stare eachother down for a few more seconds, neither willing to back down.

He finally yields, stiff expression melting into a nonchalant grin as he takes a few steps back.

“You can lie to everyone else and yourself all you want miss Y/l/n, but at the end of the day, we both know we’re an inevitable disaster. We always have been and we always will be.”

He pauses just before leaving, glancing at you over his shoulder. “And uh- by the way, that dress? It’s the one.”

And then he walks out, leaving you a breathless, emotionally conflicted mess.

You insist on walking home after the dresses are paid for. Cassidy ends up going for a different dress which looks, of course, frustratingly beautiful on her.

“Are you sure?” she mumbles, gripping Chris’ hand. You avoid each other's gazes as much as possible.

You smile a bit sadly. “Pretty sure, but thanks for today.”

Not waiting for a response, you walk away.

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him, you chanted over and over again in your head. I hate him so fucking much.

You throw your bags onto the bed, unable to hold back a frustrated scream from escaping you.

Thank god no one is home because if they heard the commotion in your room, they’d be asking too many questions.

How dare he? How dare he go into that dressing room and say stuff like that? That you were inevitable? That there was nothing either of you could do to stop this from happening? With exactly what right did he go in there and make you feel so fucking powerless?

You know what? Fuck him. Fuck him and Cassidy and their pathetic little relationship.

You weren’t that dumb, weak, pathetic little girl you used to be and he had no control over you.

For some reason, you think saying it to yourself will somehow make it true.

Feeling yourself flush with determination, you change into more comfortable clothes-- Daniel’s the 1975 t-shirt which fit you a bit tighter than Mr. Evans’ but was still a little too big on you and a pair of fuzzy socks. You pull your hair into a messy bun, uncaring of anything but this insatiable want to let off some steam steadily building inside you.

You head downstairs and turn on the radio, grabbing a bottle of liquor from your father’s cabinet.

You smirk to yourself as you open the bottle and take a swig.

Just like good ol’ times.

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