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#fomo

You and Hamzah are good friends. Mabye more then friends but definitely not together. He was very protective of you, and you guys playfully flirt sometimes, but it's just as friends. Right?

1:00am you get a text from Hamzah.

Hamzah: Where are you.

Y/n: Um, why does that matter?

Hamzah: y/n I'm serious

Y/n: hamzah I'm driving home I can't talk rn

Hamzah: ill meet you there.

Y/n: um okay..

1:25am you arrive home

You see hamzahs car in your driveway and the lights on inside. You step out of your car and walk inside, seeing Hamzah sitting on your couch as if he owns the place. He sees you come in and stands up and walks over. "Okay, so what's your problem?" You say sarcastically. "Where were you tonight?" He says,"i was at dinner."you reply. He looks at you, knowing you knew what he meant. "What hamzah im allowed to go out with people?" "i never said you weren't. " he said back. "Well, you act like it," you say, putting your bag and keys on the kitchen counter and then walking past him. Before you can get a walk away, he grabs your wrist, not tight but enough to hold you back. You turn around, rolling your eyes "hamzah i need to have a shower and get changed. You can stay here like always. Just let me go." He let out a frustrated sigh and let go of your wrist. You walked away hoping when you came back, he would be chill, and you could just go on with everything.

'Why is he being like this?' You thought to yourself getting in the shower. 'I mean, we're just friends'.

After you finished in the shower, you wrapped a towel around yourself when you slipped in a puddle of water and hit your head on the concrete floor. You yelled out in pain and tried to sit up. Hamzah had heard you tell and rushed up the stairs. "Y/n, are you okay!" He shouted through the door. You cried, which made him more worried. "Can i come in?" He asked. Through muffled tears, you replied "yea i have a towel on." He opened the door and saw you sitting on the floor crying, holding your head in your hand. You looked at him as he knelt down to help you. "What happened?" He asked, to which you replied,"i slipped and hit my head. "Where does it hurt?" You point to where you hit your head, and he softly grased it with his thumb. "Ow, that hurts," you say, squinting your eyes. "Sorry, sweetheart. Is that the only place that hurts, like, do you have a head ace?" He says. "No, it's just that spot," you say, wiping your tears. He helps you stand up and says "ill let you get changed, but I'll be right outside the door if you need anything" you smile a say "Okay thanks" as he walks out and shuts the door.

As you were getting changed, you couldn't stop thinking about how fast he made sure you were okay and how he was so gentle with you. You get changed into a pair of pajama shorts and a long sleeved shirt that hung off your shoulder.

When you walked out of the bathroom, hamzah was outside like he said he would be. You walked up to him and just hugged him. He was slightly confused at first as he was still worried about you hitting your head but hugged you back anyway. You felt so comfortable and warm in his arms, making you not want to let go. You looked up at him and said, "Do you wanna watch something?" He said back "yeah sure, let's go. " He followed after you, sitting on the couch as you grabbed a bag of gummys from the kitchen. You sat down next to him, your legs touching, but both of you didn't mind.

After a couple minutes, you asked, "Why did you want to know where i was?" He looked at you and said,"i don't like the thought of you being with someone else." You replied, "Anyone else but you?" He held your face in his hands "y/n can we stop pretending we dont like each other? " You look at him and say,"pretending?" You laugh "your not very good at pretending, then hamzah. " he smiles at you and then leans in closer, kissing you softly and then putting his arm around you. "So what are we gonna watch?" He says, smiling."Oh, so now you wanna pretend like you don't want me," you say, grabbing his jaw and kissing him through giggles.

"So how did that date go?" he asks you

(There is probably misspelled words)

No smut

It was 12am when you texted hamzah

Y/n: hamzah

Hamzah: What y/n? I'm tired.

Y/n: sorry never mind

You and Hamzah weren't together, but you were also more than friends. Hamzah knew you better than anyone else, meaning he knew you were a sensitive person, and as soon as he sent that text, he regretted his choice of words.

Hamzah: Y/n, you know I didn't mean it like that. im sorry.

Hamzah: what were you going to say

Hamzah: y/n answer me.

You saw the message pop up and was about to put your phone on silent mode when you saw him calling, so you answered.

In a soft voice hamzah said "im sorry y/n tell me what's up" you replied "its fine hamzah you dont have to talk to me" he could tell you had been crying by the way your voice sounded. "Baby, what's wrong?" he said, sounding serious. You just cried, making him more concerned. "Im coming over," he said, getting his keys "No dont hamzah," you said. "So you dont want to come?" You said nothing."Exactly, I'll be there in 5" he stated, ending the call

A bit later, you heard your front door open and close. You heard him coming up the stairs and opening your bedroom door. You were under your blankets hiding as if he wouldn't see you with your face on your pillow. He walked up and sat on the side of your bed, rubbing your back through the blanket. You sniffed, letting him know you were alive. He pulled the blanket from over your head and slid his hand down your hair. You turned your face to look at him, red eyes and mascara running down your face. You sat up, wiping your face. Hamzah scooted you over and sat down next to you, putting one arm around you as the other hand wiped the mascara off your face.

He turned your head to look at him and said, "y/n talk to me please." You rested your head on his shoulder and said, "i just dont wanna feel alone." Ge geld you tighter and said, 'You will always have me. Even if i im being a dick, " You smile ,you're not a dick im just sensitive." He slides down, pulling you with him so you're both laying down. Your head lay on his shoulder with his arm wrapped around you as you fall asleep.

Waring it's so bad and idek what happened so uh yea

You were just sitting on your bed scrolling on your phone when you heard your brother come home "Hey y/n." He called out. You replied with a "Mh" sound loud enough for him to hear. "Yo im just gonna use the bathroom". You recognized his voice instantly.

It was Hamzah.

Him and your brother had been friends since you can remember and always came around, but he hadn't for the last 2 months because they got in a stupid fight.

You knew he was gonna come see you like he did every time. You threw your blankets over your head because you felt ugly without makeup, not wanting him to see your face.

Hamzah pushed open your door and Said "hey y/n, how are you? i haven't seen you in ages. "Wonder why," you replied back with a jokeing tone still under the blanket. He let out a laugh and sat at the end of you bed "why are you hiding?" he said. "i dont want you to see me," you said back. "I've seen you a billion times, girl," he said, pulling at the blanket. You pulled it back. "im not wearing any makeup," you said back in a stern tone "ive seen you without make-up so many times y/n" he replied. Hamzah stood up and walked over to the side of the bed you were at and pulled the blanket off you. "Ugh," you mumbled, looking up at him. "i look like a freak." He rolled his eyes and said, "Shut up, you look good." You smiled at him and stood up off your bed. "I missed you," you said, to hug him. He reached his arms around you and said, "Miss you too"

All day Hamzah seemed...off. like something was bothering him.

You first noticed in the morning when you woke up and turned to face him. He was already awake, starting at the ceiling, looking almost annoyed. You sat up and said, "Good morning hamzah, are you okay?" He looked at you and gave you a little smile that was clearly forced and said "yep" then got out of bed and walked out of the room when he would usually be holding you begging you not to get up.

A bit later, hamzah was washing dishes in the sink when you went up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned your head on his back. Hamzah turned around and gave you a short hug, rubbing your back and then went back to doing the dishes. You were confused because usually he was very affectionate and touchy. You could tell something was different, but you thought you should give him some time alone, so you gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked away.

Every time you would talk to him or ask him some he would just nod, shrug or mumble looking down at his phone.

After many hours had gone by of you trying to think about why he was acting like this you saw he was sitting on the couch, doom scrolling on his phone when you sat down next to him and put your hand on his knee. He barely looked up, then after a few seconds, grabbed your hand and held it by the side of his leg on the couch, still looking at his phone. By this point, you just wanted to cuddle in bed with him. You put your head on his shoulder as a tear rolled down your face. Why? You didn't exactly know, but you thought by now it had to be something that you did that made him not want to talk to you. "Im sorry if i did something wrong," you said. He looks at you, noticing the tear on your face, "no no you didn't do anything, princess, i promise," he says back, now facing you and wiping you cheek with his thumb. "Then why haven't you been talking to me today?" You say, not accusing him but sounding sympathetic. "Im sorry baby today has just been an off day. I shouldn't have let it get to me," he said now holding you in his arms "its not your fault, hamzah, i just... I dont know it felt like you didn't love me, " you said. "I will never not love you, sweetheart." He said, picking you up and carrying you in to bed.

You and Hamzah had met only a couple of times before when you had hung out with mandy and martin. When you first met him, he seemed shy but not at the same time. His face was unreadable most of the time unless he was laughing. You thought he was attractive. You noticed that when you weren't talking or if you were looking down at your phone, out the corner of your eye, hamzah would be looking at you. When you would meet his gaze, he would look away, but you knew he was looking at you.

(Information) you had been struggling with your anxiety lately, and it had been affecting you more than it usually did, but you had never told anyone)

Today, everyone was going to hang out at hamzah's house. Chase, claire, and of corse martin and mandy, but most of all, Hamzah.

When you got to his house, everyone was already there, having full-on conversations with each other. You came in and said hi and sat on the couch. You were really anxious, which was weird because they were your friends, not anyone random. You were sitting there fidgeting with your rings, zoneing out slightly.After a bit, you felt hands on top of yours. It was Hamzah. without realizing you had started scratching at your skin, making it all red. "Are you okay?" He asked with a concerned but friendly tone. You looked up at him, your eyes locking with his. "Mhm," you mumbled, biting the inside of your cheek, one leg bouncing up and down. You started zoneing out again, and he moved his head to where you were looking to get your attention, "are you sure?" He said, sounding like he genuinely cared. You focused back on his face as your eyes started watering and you bit down on your bottom lip. Hamzah noticed immediately and stood up, putting his hand out for you to grab. You took his hand and stood up, following him into his room.

He sat on the edge of his bed. You sat down next to him with your head in your hands, trying so hard not to burst out crying. "Whats up with you, hm?" He said, turning his head to look at you, "you're usually so energetic and giggly." You looked up at him with sad eyes and tears on your face. Hamzah took one look at you, then wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. You just leaned in, giving in to the hug and cried. After a few minutes, he lifted your head up and said, "Tell me what's wrong." You sniffed and eventually opened up. "I've just been dealing with a lot lately." he looked into your eyes. "You can talk to me, ill listen," He said softly. You explained more about how you have dealt with anxiety before, but lately, it's been hard to manage and how you've never opened up to anyone about it feeling like you're seeking attention.

He sat there holding you and listening. After you stopped talking, it was silent for a bit until he said, "im glad you told me," stroking his hand on your head. You sat up, wiping your face. "im sorry, i just got overwhelmed," you say. "dont be sorry, you can always talk to me, okay?" He said back "okay hamzah thank you, " you say, looking back up at his face. He stares into your eyes for just a second to long, then looks away. You smile, standing up then slightly bending back down cuping hamzahs face in your hand, he looks in to your eyes instinctively putting his hand on your waist, you place a soft kiss on his lips pulling away as he finds your lips again trying to pull you closer, you stand fully up and grab his hand saying "should probably see what the others are doing" he stands up and follows you in to the living room. You both notice that everyone is gone. You look at hamzah confused as he picks up a note saying

[getting food will be back soon]

you laugh and sit down on the couch, hamzah siting next to you, grabs the tv remote. "So what should we watch?" He asks, turning his head to you. You put the remote beside him, grab his face, and kiss him.

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