if only dreams became reality

Your eyes were fixed on his, watching his every move, the way he rushes his hands along his hair, messing it up in a way that makes her cheeks burn a slight shade of pink. The way he lifts the joint to his lips, the way he holds the can of beer and takes long chugs from it. Suddenly you watch as he sits on the hammock with her, pulling her in for a short gentle kiss on the cheek as he molts himself into her. They both laughed, cuddling and talking as their smiles went to their eyes. You patted at the empty porch step beside you, looking for the lost beer can as your eyes remained glued to them. Suddenly, you hear a slight cough, startled, you quickly divert your gaze away from JJ and Kie to the blonde girl behind you. She had two beers in her hand, her beautiful wavy hair flowing along the slight breeze and a sly smile on her face.

"Sorry to interrupt," she teased quietly, moving slowly to sit beside you on the porch, nudging your beer can aside to make room.

You remained silent, unsure how to respond, unsure of how much she had seen or how much you were willing to share in this moment.

She didn’t miss the way your eyebrows furrowed, noticing the deep thought in your eyes. You hated how easily she could read you—like your mind was an open book.

"How long have you known...?" she asked softly, her voice quiet but direct.

You turned your head, utterly confused, unsure of what she meant. Then she clarified, her voice barely above a whisper.

"...How long have you known that you love JJ?"

Your breath caught in your throat, your eyes widening. It was as if the world around you slowed, the weight of her words hanging in the air. You glanced around—toward the firepit, then behind you to the empty house—making sure no one else was close. You turned back to Sarah, your voice barely audible.

"What are you talking about? I don’t like JJ like that."

Sarah rolled her eyes, unfazed. "Come on, Y/N, I've known you longer than anyone here. It's so obvious."

You stared at her, then back at JJ and Kie, still lounging in the hammock. Were you really that obvious? Who else knew?

"Don’t worry," Sarah continued, sensing your panic. "No one else knows. But you need to be more careful. It could’ve been John B or Pope who saw you staring at them like that."

You sighed, frustration building. Why did she always seem to read your mind so easily? You couldn’t help but smile wryly. "It’s getting kind of scary how you can read my mind like that, Sarah."

You both laughed softly, taking a swig from your beers. Then, the words slipped out before you could stop them.

"I’m a horrible person, aren’t I?"

Sarah’s eyes widened, her surprise evident. "No, why would you say that?"

"Only an asshole like me would fall for their best friend’s boyfriend," you muttered.

She shook her head, her voice firm. "You’ve known JJ longer than John B or Kie. You’re not a horrible person for having feelings, Y/N."

You closed your eyes, the familiar ache in your chest growing stronger. The pain never went away, not when you saw them together, laughing, happy. You told yourself you were wrong, that you couldn’t feel this way about JJ. Kie was your best friend, and you wanted nothing more than for her and JJ to be happy. But the pain—God, the pain was unbearable.

You felt Sarah shift in her seat, then pull you into a hug. You hadn’t realized you were crying until the tears fell onto her shirt.

"You won’t tell anyone, right?" you whispered, wiping the tears from your face.

"I’ll take it to my grave," she whispered back, holding you tightly.

_

The next morning, you found yourself standing on Ward Cameron’s boat, scrubbing away the remnants of the obvious party from the night before. Sarah had always hated the idea of you working for her dad, but Ward had a soft spot for you. He’d even offered you money more than once without expecting any work in return. Still, you were raised better than to accept handouts, no matter how tempting or how much you needed it. After plenty of back-and-forth with Sarah, you all agreed on a compromise: you would clean the Camerons’ fleet of boats for some extra cash. You didn’t need the money often, but once a week, you were happy to show up, put in the work, and feel proud of earning something that helped your family.

Your back was turned to the door, headphones in your ears blasting music, drowning out the faint creak of the floorboards behind you. Focused on picking up the last bits of trash, you moved methodically, unaware of the tall figure standing in the doorway. His shadow stretched across the floor, but you didn’t notice, too engrossed in your task. His dark eyes followed your every move, scanning you intently as he stepped forward with measured, deliberate strides. The sound of your own breathing and the faint hum of the music filled the air as he crept closer. Just as he reached the edge of the room, you spun around, instinctively gripping the broomstick like a weapon. With your heart pounding and adrenaline surging, you lunged toward the mysterious figure, ready to defend yourself against the unexpected intruder.

His hands grip the stick tightly, his eyes locked onto yours as he pulls it away from you aggressively, slamming it onto the floor. The loud bang makes you flinch, your gaze briefly shifting to the broom on the ground before returning to his piercing blue eyes.

Anger surges inside you, and without thinking, you shove his chest hard, making him step back slightly. "What the hell is wrong with you, Rafe? Who sneaks up on someone like that?"

He’s quick to grab your hands, stopping your movements. "It’s my fucking boat, I can do whatever I want," he says, his tone unnervingly calm compared to your harsh one. The calmness throws you off, leaving you confused.

You pull your hands away from his grasp, rolling your eyes. "Whatever," you mutter, grabbing the broom again and getting back to work.

A few minutes pass, and when you glance up, he’s still standing there, watching you. He hasn’t moved since your last confrontation, and the growing tension in the air only adds to your confusion.

Breaking the awkward silence, you mock him with a quiet tone, "Are you here to watch me sweep? Gonna point out every speck of dust I miss?"

He rolls his eyes this time, crossing his arms. "I couldn’t care less about that shit. I need your help with something."

You can’t help but laugh. "No, Rafe, I’m not jacking you off."

His expression hardens. "I’d rather die than have a pogue do that shit to me."

You smirk, rolling your eyes again. "How can a pogue like me possibly help the great Rafe Cameron?" Your mocking tone is enough to visibly annoy him, and you enjoy the sight.

"I need some coke." His voice drops to a quiet, careful whisper, and you notice him glancing around to make sure no one is near.

You raise an eyebrow, the amusement still in your smile as you open the mini fridge in the corner, grab a can, and toss it to him. "Why didn’t you just ask? Didn’t have to sneak up on me for that."

His grip tightens around the can, his hand forming a fist as he nearly crushes it. "Y/N, I don’t have time for these games. I’ve heard you on the phone with Sarah. You were talking about getting her some. I need to know if you can get me some."

You sigh, trying to stay calm despite the growing tension. "Listen, Rafe, even if I can, what makes you think I’m gonna help you?"

He’s quick to counter, his voice almost desperate. "I’ll pay you double. You won’t even have to work this job anymore."

You chuckle, shaking your head. "Wow, you Cameron’s really think money buys everything, huh?"

Before you can say anything else, Rafe moves toward you in a flash. His hands land on your neck, and in an instant, your back hits the wall hard, the jolt of pain making you wince. His grip isn’t tight enough to choke you, but it holds you firmly in place.

You should feel scared, threatened, but the reality is, if he wanted to hurt you, he’d be choking you right now. Instead, you smirk, your words slow but steady. "You should be a little nicer to the person who could be your dealer, don’t you think?"

His hands slowly loosen, falling to his sides as his body stays pressed against yours. You watch his face carefully—he looks confused, almost as if he’s trying to figure out why you’re not scared of him.

"Fine," you finally say, while he takes a step back. "I’ll do it." you add, running a hand over your neck. "Just curious, though... why me?"

You watch him carefully, but his only response is to step back, his tone growing more serious. "Just know that no one, and I mean no one, can know about this. Especially not Sarah."

You nod, a knowing smile on your face as you turn back to your work. "Fine. Come by the beach tomorrow at sunset."

As he moves to leave, he suddenly stops, his voice cold. "He’s in jail."

You turn around, confused, about to ask when he adds, "...my dealer’s in jail."

-

Sitting by the shore, you watch the waves roll in, their rhythmic crash against the sand creating a soothing melody. The salty breeze brushes against your skin, carrying with it the faint scent of seaweed. Your fingers idly trace patterns in the cool sand as you lose yourself in the endless horizon, where the sky melts into the ocean in a dance of blues and silvers.

You’ve been sitting there for half an hour now, wondering if Rafe was just playing a joke on you. Why would Rafe Cameron come to you, of all people?

Suddenly, you hear light footsteps in the sand. You exhale a breath and stand up quickly, turning around. Your words spill out before you even see who it is. "You're half an hour late, Cameron. You better pay triple for th—" The rest of your sentence dies in your throat as your heart skips a beat.

Your eyes meet the familiar face of the blonde boy you’ve known all your life. You freeze, and your friends start making their way towards you, filling in the scene.

JJ looks at you, confusion furrowing his brows. “Cameron?” he asks, his tone filled with uncertainty. “Triple?” he repeats, his expression turning even more puzzled. “You waiting for Sarah, Y/N?”

You feel your eyes widen in panic, the pressure mounting in your chest. The whole group is now watching you, Sarah included, heading toward you. "Um... I-I thought you were Sarah," you stammer, cursing yourself inwardly. Smooth, Y/N, you think.

"Since when do you call Sarah by her last name?" JJ presses.

Fuck, why does he know me so well?

“Since forever, JJ,” Sarah chimes in, stepping in to smooth things over. “Now stop interrogating her.”

You mentally thank Sarah, who always had your back, no questions asked.

JJ watches you for a moment longer, as if trying to read the situation, but you force yourself to remain calm. Just when the awkward silence starts to eat at you, Kie saves the moment. “Come on, guys, we came here to get wasted!”

Everyone cheers and rushes to find a spot, the tension momentarily breaking.

As you walk, your phone buzzes in your back pocket. You pull it out quickly and check the message from Rafe.

Rafe: Thought I told you to keep this between us.

Y/N: What are you on about?

Rafe: Why the hell are all your pogue friends here?

Your breath catches in your throat, and you glance around quickly. The beach is almost empty except for your group, but then you spot Rafe’s jeep in the distance, parked out of view.

“What are you looking for?”

You jump at Sarah’s voice, immediately stuffing your phone back into your pocket. “Nothing. I just got a text from my mom. She wants me to help her with some chores around the house.”

“Are you serious? Just tell her you're with me. She loves me,” Sarah teases, giving you an easy out.

Your shoulders relax with relief, and you smile at her. “I know, but I haven’t helped her out in a while. I think I’m just gonna head home.”

Sarah’s smile fades a little, understanding your need to go. “Alright. You want one of the guys to drop you off? I can ask J—”

“NO!” The word escapes a little too quickly, and Sarah’s smirk is evident even in the night sky. “I mean... it’s alright. My place isn’t far, and I could use the exercise.”

Your phone buzzes again, but you don’t check it. You quickly send Rafe a text without reading his reply.

Y/N: Give me 5, I’m coming.

Sarah doesn’t question your odd behavior, assuming it's just about your mom needing you home.

“You ladies coming?” John B calls from a distance.

“Sorry, guys, I gotta go home. I’ll see you tomorrow,” you shout back, waving. You give Sarah a quick hug, promising to see her soon.

You start heading toward the parking lot, but then you hear footsteps behind you, the sound of heavy breathing. Your eyes widen when you spot Rafe’s jeep in the distance. You don’t want anyone to see him just yet, so you quickly turn around with a smile, finding JJ right behind you.

“Hey, JJ! What’s up?” you say, trying to distract him from what’s really going on.

He slows down, panting slightly from catching up with you. “You okay, Y/N?” His voice is full of concern, his expression worried.

“I’m fine. Why?”

“You’ve been acting weird lately,” JJ says, sadness creeping into his voice. “You don’t even come by anymore.”

The guilt hits you like a wave, and you feel your chest tighten as his words settle in. You hate seeing that look on his face, but the last thing you want is for him to get caught up in your mess.

“I’m sorry, JJ. I just have a lot going on,” you say coolly, forcing yourself to sound indifferent, even though the pain is bubbling beneath the surface. You know the only way to deal with this is to push him away, to stop these feelings before they spiral any further.

“But Y/N, I—”

“J, seriously, just stop, okay? Leave me be.” Your tone is sharper than you intend, but you can’t help it. You need him to back off.

He takes the hint. You watch as his face falls, disappointment and confusion mixing as he stares at you for a long moment. Without another word, he turns and walks back toward the others.

Sorry, JJ.

Once you knew he was at a distance, you quickly turned and made your way towards Rafe’s car.

You walked to the passenger side, placing your hand on the door handle. You yanked it open, but it wouldn’t budge. You tried again, frustration rising in your chest. The car was running, the music blasting from inside.

You knocked on the window, and after a few moments, Rafe slowly rolled it down. His blue eyes met yours, and for a long, uncomfortable moment, you just stared at each other.

“Just give me the shit and leave,” he muttered, raising his hands in exasperation, his eyes rolling.

You crossed your arms, annoyed. “I just left my friends for you. The least you can do is drop me home.”

Rafe laughed loudly, the sound sharp and almost out of place. It was the first time you’d ever heard him laugh, and it caught you off guard. “Not happening, sweetheart.”

His response only made your irritation grow. You had left your friends behind for him, and yet he was acting like you owed him something. But then again, this was Rafe Cameron. What else did you expect?

You smirked, leaning slightly closer to the window, your words dripping with sarcasm. “You ought to be nicer to your dealer, don’t you think?”

His face hardened, and you saw the annoyance flash in his eyes. His grip on the steering wheel tightened so hard his knuckles turned white.

“Fine, get in,” he snapped, his teeth gritted.

You couldn’t hide the smile tugging at your lips. You opened the door and hopped into the passenger seat, feeling a small sense of victory.

As Rafe drove off, you prepared yourself for the usual chaos, but you were surprised to find something different. His car was spotless.

The backseat was empty, no crumpled paper or discarded wrappers, no signs of the chaos you had come to expect from someone like Rafe. Even the floor mats were pristine, free of dirt or sand. When you leaned in, the sharp, fresh scent of new leather hit you—something you had never imagined for his car. It was clean, almost too clean. As if, for once, he had actually made an effort to get his act together.

His eyes remained on the road, but you noticed the way he glanced at you, following your gaze around the interior of the car. “We won’t be using the back seat, even though I know you’re dying for it,” he teased, his tone lazy.

You rolled your eyes, the sarcasm clear in your voice. “I’d rather die than have a kook do that shit to me.”

You noticed the way his smirk widened, clearly amused by your mimicked words.

“So you and Maybank a thing or something?” His voice was casual, but there was an edge to it, as though he was trying to hide something. “I saw him running after you like a desp—”

“He’s with kie,” you interjected quickly, cutting him off before he could say anything more. You pointed to the right, guiding him to make a turn. Without argument, he complied.

The car sank into an uncomfortable silence, the kind that made you regret even asking for a ride. Your gaze drifted toward the window, searching for anything to distract you from the tension—trees, houses, anything that could pull you away from the suffocating awkwardness.

Rafe’s eyes landed on you, though you didn’t notice. He watched the way you nervously bit your nails, the subtle tension in your shoulders. His gaze followed the breeze that tugged at your hair, ruffling it just enough to catch his attention. His eyes dropped lower, briefly lingering on the tooth necklace you wore—the same one he’d seen on Maybank. Then his focus shifted to your waist, where the slight glint of a belly piercing caught his eye. His gaze continued down to the arrow tattoo peeking out from beneath the hem of your shorts.

Finally, his eyes returned to your face. Your cheeks were faintly pink, your dark eyes long and unreadable, your lips tinted with a hint of gloss. You were beautiful, he thought

It was as if you could feel his gaze. Slowly, you turned your head, meeting his eyes. His blue gaze held yours, intense and unblinking. A shiver ran down your spine. Maybe it was because you’d caught him staring, or maybe it was the way he was looking at you—it made your nerves flare up, a familiar, uncomfortable feeling you’d only experienced once before from a certain untouchable boy.

“You should keep your eyes on the road,” you murmured, your voice soft, as if there were people listening in the car.

“I’d rather keep my eyes on you,” he replied, his voice suddenly deeper, almost unrecognizable.

The shock was mutual. You both froze, as if the words had slipped out before he could stop them. His face quickly shifted, clearly regretting his honesty, and he turned his attention back to the road, clearly uncomfortable with what had just been said.

You shook yourself out of the moment, realizing that you had just passed your house. “You just passed my house,” you said, pointing to the side of the road.

Rafe cursed under his breath, the disappointment clear in his voice. “Oh.”

Before you could respond, his tone shifted again, cold and demanding. “Can I have my shit now?”

You quickly dug through your pocket and handed him the package. He grabbed it without a second glance, reaching into the center compartment and tossing an envelope at you. “That’s yours.”

You opened the door and got out, rolling your eyes at his sudden change in attitude. As you walked away, you heard the car start up again, the engine roaring to life as he drove off.

Your eyes were still glued to them, seeing their interaction as he walked over to grab an envelope, ‘must have been Lara Jean’s love letter’ you thought as he placed it in her hands. Lara took the letter from his hands, walking out as you saw John smiling.

“um a little help please” you said quietly. John turned his head, facing you as he quickly nodded his head, “yeah sorry” he added, making his way over to grab more of the plants that had died.

It had been a few minutes of you two working quietly, Lara had still not gotten back and to be honest, you weren’t the best conversation starter. “so y/n” John started, carrying a few boxes and placing it in the donation pile.

“yes John”

Though you didn’t notice, he blushed slightly, hearing you say his name. Letting out a light cough, he continued, “your very different then when I last remember you”

“really…how so?” you asked, turning to face him.

“well for one, your gorgeous” he answered, smiling lightly. You playfully shoved him, both of you laughing in the process, “I’m serious, you are seriously stunning, like y-you have always been stunning but now looking at you, you’ve gotten even more stunning…”

Blushing at his words, you chuckled when you noticed he couldn’t stop blabbering. “I think we should get some work done,” you said as he nodded, agreeing with you. “and then you can tell me how stunning I am” you teased as he threw a dirty rag at you.

--

A few weeks volunteering, you had grew closer to John. Though you would always feel overshadowed by Lara. There were times when it felt as if he’d forget you were in the same room when she was around. You signed as you looked around the party you were in. You were standing by the corner of the room, Chris was by the stairs with Trevor, Lara was talking to Lucas and you didn’t feel like intruding. Chris had forced you to come to the party, otherwise you would’ve been in your comfy bed, watching your favourite show.

A few minutes passed when you noticed Lara finally leaving Lucas’s side. Giving you the opportunity to finally go over and find someone to talk to. Don’t get me wrong, you and Lara were best friends, but sometimes you knew when she needed her own space.

“hey Lucas” you smiled as you leaned against the counter, mimicking him.

“hey girl” he replies, turning his head to the side to face you. “what’s up? How come you didn’t join us?”

You knew what he was talking about, you smile lightly faded and you forced it upon yourself, in hopes that he wouldn’t have noticed. But you were wrong. “I guess I just..didn’t wanna intrude” you whisper so only he would hear. Though the music in the background made it slightly difficult.

Lucas rolled his eyes, “didn’t wanna intrude, seriously?”

You stayed quite, “okay, spill” he says firmly, making you turn your head to face him. About to question, you knew if you could tell anyone about your problem, it was Lucas.

Letting out a breathe you didn’t realize you were holding, you start talking, “I like John”

Lucas raises an eyebrow, “John?” he questions.

“John Ambrose McClaren” you finished.

Lucas chokes on the ice cream sandwich he was eating. “you like McClaren” he gasps dramatically.

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “yes I like him. I always did since middle school.”

“Does Lara Jean know?”

“no, I never told her.” You start playing with your hands, unable to continue the conversation.

“why not, if you liked him since middle scho-”

“I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. She and Gen broke off cause of a boy and I didn’t want the same thing to happen to us, so I never told her.”

“And you think she won’t find out”

You completely ignore his statement and continue rambling, “you know, sometimes when it’s just me and him, he makes me feel like I’m the most beautiful girl he knows. And then when Lara comes along, it’s like he forgot I even existed. I don’t want to hate her, I really don’t but he makes it so difficult every time I see him with her. I wish he talked to me the way he talks to her. I wish he would see me the way I see him.”

You place your head on the counter in defeat. You feel Lucas hand on your shoulder, rubbing it in comfort. “I’m sorry, I really don’t know what to tell you. All I know is, you’ve got to tell Lara the truth. Before she finds out another way”

You nod your head, knowing he was right. “too late” you hear a faint whisper, causing both you and Lucas to turn around. You see Lara standing there, shook. She turns her heal, jogging her way to the door.

“Lara please just listen to me” you shout, following her track.

“Listen to what, how you lied to me. All these years you lied to me.” Lara tried to turn back but you didn’t let her, “I didn’t want to lose you. Especially not over a boy. He wasn’t as nearly as important to me then our friendship”

You notice Lara let out a tear with your words. “You know I would’ve never been angry, I wouldn’t have ever let our friendship go over a reason like that.”

You nodded your head, feeling ashamed you lied to your friend all these years. “do you still like him?” she asks, to which you simply nod your head. “do you?” you ask.

The question causes her to look up at you instantly. “no, of course not. I love Peter”

--

“Whose ever idea it was to invite everyone to dig up the time capsule, is-“ your voice trailed off as Lara gave you a death glare, to which you immediately changed your answer, “is a genius, I mean everyone back after years right?”

“I have to agree, get idea Lara Jean” John comments, smiling at her.

You frowned as your gaze fell on Peter also carried the same jealous expression as you. Not even two minutes later, everyone including Gen had shown up. You all were now sitting in the treehouse, in a circle, opening the time capsule. One by one, everyone started collecting their items they put in the capsule. Chris finally took out a little black book and your eyes turned to horror as you jogged to grab it. Placing your head in your hands, you cringed at your younger self. “what is it?” Lara questioned.

“it’s a little book of poems I used to write”

Everyone laughed as you started reading some in your head, “that’s really cute” John says.

You smile, blushing at his words. You lift your gaze up and your heart shatters, realizing he wasn’t talking to you but Lara. Guess you were too lost in your book that you didn’t hear the conversation that was talking place. Unable to top the tears that built up in your eyes, you decided that was your cue to leave.

Quickly wiping your eyes before anyone noticed, which failed because Gen had her eyes focused on you. You stood up, grabbing your belongings and quickly making your way down.

“y/n, where’re you going?” John asks as you started making your way down the stairs.

“leaving” you reply quietly, as you hear a few other people agreeing with you, stating it was their time to leave as well.

You started speed walking to your car, mentally noting that Lara could go with Peter and you really couldn’t stay another minute with John in the same room. The tears that you had wiped off started coming back, and all you could do was continue to wipe them off.

“y/n wait, just stop” John cries behind you. The voice only caused your feet to stride faster.

Just a few steps away from your car, you were stopped by a gentle touch on your wrist. Knowing who it was, you didn’t want to turn around or let him see you cry. Wiping the tears with your other hand, you turned around aggressively, which seemed to surprise him. Probably because you have never been that aggressive with anyone, especially not towards him.

But the anger and hurt that you felt all these weeks, just started building up and today was your breaking point. “are you okay?” he asks with hesitation in his voice, trying to gather the right words.

“no John, I’m not okay. And right now I just need you to leave me alone” You had never meant to shout but him constantly trying to get you to talk was getting on your nerves.

“I don’t understand what the problem is. I mean did I do something wrong, cause everything was fine a few minutes ago.”

You cursed in your head at how oblivious he is. Why can’t he see the undeniable feeling of jealousy you have right now.

“yes, its you, okay. You’re the problem, you’ve always been the problem. And I try so hard to ignore it but you make it so goddamn difficult. Just leave me alone” and with that, you hop in your car, driving off. Leaving John just standing there, incredibly confused.

--

The next day, you were supposed to volunteer at Belleview and as much as you didn’t want to go, especially since Lara wasn’t coming today. You forced yourself to go. You were in the basement, clearing up the last junk you had found. It was peaceful but was blessed by the beautiful sound of a piano. Signing loudly, you knew who was playing it.

A few moments of war just inside your head, whether or not you should go there, you decided you had to.

Making your way quietly towards the sound, you stood behind him, his back was facing you as he sat on the stool, his fingers carefully falling on the keys perfectly. You just stood there and admired him when he seemed to acknowledge your presence, his fingers continued to play as he spoke his next words, “you have quiet the ability to remain sneakily silent”

“I didn’t know you still played” you answer.

“I never stopped” he whispers, turning his head, signalling you to sit beside him. Carefully making your way, you sat beside him as he moved slightly, giving you space.

“I used to love playing” you say, remembering how much fun you had playing the piano.

“why did you stop” he asks, your gaze falling to his hands, that never stopped hitting the keys.

You opened your mouth, with a little hesitation though continued, “I guess after you left, my passion for playing left too. You were kind of my inspiration”

He smiled, blushing slightly as he gently grabbed your hands. Guiding to a few keys, he showed which keys to play. In a matter of seconds, you started playing the notes he taught you, following your pace as he started playing as well.

“remember in middle school. At lunch, we used to hang around the music room and I would show you how to play”

You laughed, “of course I remember. You were the only reason I started playing in the first place.”

He smiled facing you as you stared back, your heartbeat raising just by the look he gave you. “I’m sorry” You confess, your gaze returning to the fingers that played on the keys of the piano.

“for what, exactly?” John absently asks, pushing the keys of the piano. The sound echoing through the room.

“for shouting at you yesterday. I let my emotions get the best of me.” You admit, flustered as you thought back to your behaviour the previous day.

Meeting your gaze, he lets out a sign as he stopped playing. “I’m not going to lie, it hurt.” His hands fell on his lap, while his gaze dropped to the keys in front of him. “But most of all, I don’t understand what I did wrong?”

You closed your eyes, letting out a breath as you replayed the scene over your head. You let your jealously get the best of you, causing you to react in a way. You were unsure how you were going to explain that to John.

“I got jealous” you whisper in hopes he didn’t hear you.

“Jealous of what?” You watched his eyebrows furrow in confusion. Surely this was going to be new news to him.

Signing once more, your head fell to your lap, playing with your hands as you figure out your next words, “of you and Lara.”

“I’m sorry y/n but I don’t understand why you would be jealous o-“

“I guess I wanted you to act the same way you do around her, to me”

He was silent, and you understood that he still had not figured what you were talking about. “I like you” you express quickly, feeling the huge weight leave your shoulders.

“I like you too, y/n?”

You chuckle in pain as you hear the confusion in his voice. You finally lift your gaze off your lap to his, that were already watching you.

A few seconds, you watched his face turn into realization, “oh-“ he replied, his gaze falling to everything in the room except you.

Considering that as your cue to leave, you got off the stool, turning to leave. Your feet came to a halt as you felt a hand on your wrist. Hearing shuffling behind you, you finally felt his hand leave. His hands fell on your shoulder, turning you around to face him.

Unable to look at him, you looked down in hopes he’d let you go. “look at me” he whispers, “please.”

Your eyes go up, finally landing on his own. ‘If your going to give me a pity excuse and sorry, I really don’t wanna he-“ Your words stop the moment he launched his lips onto yours. Your breath hitched in your throat, your brain was unable to process what was happening. And before it got a chance to, he slowly pulled away.

He must have got the wrong interpretation because he was quick to start apologizing, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“ You couldn’t stop yourself from grabbing his collar and placing his lips on yours. You felt him smile into the kiss, his hands slowly trailing their way from your shoulder to your waist, gently pulling you closer to him.

Your own hands travelled towards his neck, wrapping them around as you both pulled yourselves dangerously close, if that was even possible. The kiss was slow and passionate, both your lips moved in sync. You felt your heart racing as his hands slid to your hips, pushing you closer against him. You licked his bottom lip for entrance, to which he gladly accepted. Your fingers played with the hairs on the back of his neck, lightly pulling them, causing him to get out a groan. A sound which you instantly fell in love with.

Though you knew you both would’ve continued, you were forced to stop when you hear a cough coming from beside you. Both you and John pulled away instantly. Both of you started fixing yourself, trying to look as presentable as possible as you turned to see who had interrupted.

Stormy stood then with the biggest smile on her face. One where she did not even try to hide. “martini anyone.” She asks, laughing as she made her way back upstairs.

“so…you wanna try that again?” John asks, smiling when he notices you blushing.

y/n pulled her car through her driveway, running to the back shed where Dustin was standing and waiting for her. Looking at her brother up and down, “you look ridiculous” she says, chuckling.

“yeah well so do you. Can we do some work now” he says, grabbing the bat in this hands before making his way to the root cellar

Walking behind him, she grabbed the bat from his hands, “I swear to god Dustin, if this is a joke, your riding you bike to school for a month”

“it ate our mom’s cat, I am not joking y/n.”

Signing loudly, walking slowly to the closed-door Dustin locked. “keys?” asking the boy, holding out her hands to which Dustin places them. Opening the lock, she slowly and quietly took it out, letting out a deep breath before holding onto the bat tightly, opening the door quickly. Placing the bat in front of her to see nothing. Walking down the dark steps, opening the light of the cellar, looking around to see it was empty. Shaking her head, annoyed and ready to shout at her brother, she started to walk upstairs when her eyes fell on something. “um Dustin” screaming loudly, calling for him.

“what” hearing him screaming from outside.

“get your ass down here right now” she screams, this caused the boy to quickly make his way down. Looking around and seeing no sign of Dart, he huffs in annoyance.

“is this your pet” y/n asked, holding up the shredded piece of skin with the bat, the hole in the wall visible to both of them now. “shit” Dustin whispers looking at the hole.

--

“okay so what the hell is a Demogorgon?”

“were you not listening at all, I just told you. God I don’t have time for this, can you please just drive faster.” Dustin screams, annoyed at her for asking too many questions.

“okay so what do we tell mom about Mews?” she asked her brother, unable to process the fact that their beloved cat was gone.

“uh we don’t tell her anything. Just say she ran away and never came back”

“okay first of all, that’s horrible. Second of all, don’t roll your eyes at me. I literally just get off work, starving and tired and now I’m here driving you to your dumb nerd friends house cause apparently, you fought a giant creature last year called the Demogorgon and never told me”

Dustin rolls his eyes once again, “your starvation is the least of our problems right now and stop acting like you care about me”

Shocked at his words, she turns her head to face the boy. He sat on the passenger’s side looking out the window. Signing loudly, thinking back to when she moved to her father’s house. She had a huge fight with her mom that evening and the next thing she knew, she was on the bus, on her way to her fathers. y/n were there for nearly a year until her father kicked her out, forcing her to move back to her moms. Though her relationship with her mom improved and they both forgave each other for everything that happened that day, Dustin still didn’t forgive her. She knew how much he had the fear of someone he loves leaving him, he was the one who told her. After their dad left, he made her promise that she’d would never leave like their father did but then she disappeared for a year, coming back with a simple sorry. Dustin never forgave her, and she didn’t expect him to either. Just wished her relationship with her brother could go back like it used to.

“of course, I care about you Dusty” you said sadly.

“if you cared, you wouldn’t have left” he replies harshly as she pulled up at Mike’s house. He got out the car, slamming the door behind him as y/n watch the boy make his way to the front door talking to Mr. Wheeler. After a few minutes, she watched him walk back, only to stop once he started talking to Steve. They exchange a few words when Steve replies with a nod and goes back to his car. Dustin quickly makes his way in the car, closing the door beside him as he say “let’s go”

“where?”

“home”

“why hom-”

“y/n just drive the freaking car, will you?”

“alright alright” y/n says, holding up her hands in defense. Driving the car back their home, y/n noticed Steve’s car following them. “why’s Harrington following us?”

“he’s gonna help” Dustin says shortly, continuing to call his other friends with his radio.

--

“Lucas is coming, still don’t know where Mike and Will are” Dustin tells the two, who were collecting pieces of meat in a bucket.

“great” y/n and Steve both say sarcastically.

Steve and Dustin were walking together, while y/n was behind them. Walking on the train track, placing the pieces of meat on the tracks.

“whose Max?” y/n says, overhearing Steve and Dustin’s conversation.

“none of your business” Dustin says aggressively, walking quick on his feet.

y/n signs loudly, couldn’t deny begin hurt by her brother’s words.

“he’s still mad” Steve says, throwing a few pieces of meat on the ground.

y/n, Nancy and Barb were best friends, after Steve’s king phase was gone, they got along better. Before, when Steve was a dick, both y/n and Barb didn’t like him at all. Then y/n disappeared, when she got back, she came to a complete different Steve. They got along better after that, he knew everything about y/n, why she disappeared for a year and how Dustin was still angry at her.

“yeah, he never talks to me about anything anymore. I wish he’d knew how sorry I was”

“you should tell him that. Just try talking to him when the times right”

“I know. Why were you at Nancy’s today?” y/n asked curiously.

“went to say sorry, she wasn’t home I guess”

“um I think she’s with Jonathan” y/n says sadly, as Steve just nods his head in response.

--

“you guys really think this is gonna work” y/n says as everyone just looks at each other in response.

“it has to” Lucas says, looking at everyone else who nods their head.

“okay then, let’s do this” Dustin says, his grip on his hockey stick tightening.

And this was how y/n and Steve were stuck in this school bus with a bunch of kids, fighting a monster neither of them believed in…entirely.

y/n flinched as she heard something slam against side of the bus. Turning her head, she tried to peak outside the window, only to be interrupted by Steve, “it’s just wind, don’t worry…I won’t let anything happen to you” he winked.

“my hero” y/n replied, rolling her eyes.

y/n was sitting on the steps of the bus, by the front door, trying to be as cautious as she could. Though it was hard when her mind was all over the place. All she could think about was ways to get her brother to forgive her or at least talk to her again.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Max speaking, “okay seesh, someone’s cranky, past your bedtime” Watching the girl walk up to the roof of the bus, her eyes landed at her brother’s annoyed expression. Dustin walked back and forth as Steve spoke, “that’s great…just show her you don’t care”

y/n furrowed her eyebrows, unsure what Steve was talking about and why he was smiling like that. Again, her thoughts were interrupted by Dustin’s voice, “I don’t”

y/n noticed Steve wink at her brother at instantly understood. “Steve” she said rather loudly, causing the boy to flinch slightly, “you better not be giving my brother girl advice”

“well, where else is he gonna get it from, you?”

“obviously, you wouldn’t understand a thing about girls, or else Nancy would’ve been here right now with you. But she isn’t, huh!”

Before anyone got a chance to say anything else, everyone heard a loud roar, frightening everyone on that bus.

Lucas and Max were on the roof of the bus, Steve and Dustin shared a window while y/n used the front door of the bus. Everyone stared out in the dark, trying to find the source of the sound. It was difficult because there was smoke everywhere, making it next to impossible to see anything.

“alright, I’m going out” Steve says, picking up his bat that he had punched with nails.

“are you insane?” y/n implies, placing her hand on Steve’s chest, stopping him from moving any further. “you’re crazy if you think I’m going to let you go out there.”

y/n catches the three kids smirks, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, she questions what was so funny.

Somehow, y/n will never understand how, but the three kids convinced her to let Steve go. “alright kid, just lure him towards the food and we’ll take it from there, alright?”

Steve chuckles sarcastically, “never call me kid again” making his way outside.

“I may be younger than you but I’m a thousand times smarter” Dustin screams as y/n finally closed the door to the bus.

Admittedly, y/n’s heart was racing, and she never understood why. Maybe it was because she was scared if anything happened to Steve. He is her friend after all.

A few minutes had passed as everyone watched Steve trying his best to lure the creature towards the meat. It was difficult to see it through the fog, but y/n still noticed the change in Steve’s body language, he was nervous. She may not be able to see his face but she knew he was nervous, maybe even scared.

Suddenly, everyone heard Lucas shout, “Steve, 3 o’clock”

As if everyone’s head turned on cue, y/n’s eyes widened as she finally caught a glimpse of the creature for the first time. Not one, in fact, Two? Three?

Both y/n and Dustin screamed on cue, “Steve”

y/n pulled the leaver to let the door open, as Dustin screamed “mission abort.”

y/n watched in horror as a creature launched itself on Steve, him knocking it in the process, quickly turned his direction, running for the bus. “guys move out of the way.” y/n exclaims as she pushed the kids out of the way, making space for Steve to run in.

Instantly closing the door behind him, Steve quickly grabs a metal board for the side, covering it over the door, pushing it closed with his legs, trying his best to stop the creature for getting in.

“They can’t get in, they can’t” Lucas shouts, everyone’s screaming getting louder every time they heard it slam against the door.

As if something clicked, y/n’s eyes widened in horror, “guys the roof” she screams, running towards the ladder.

Everyone’s breathing got louder as they heard the creature launch itself on the roof. The footsteps could be heard as it got closer to the emergency exit at the top. y/n didn’t know what she was doing, she grabbed the metal rod she found beside her, holding it up in the air, ready for it to be used.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she came face to face with the creature. It screamed on her face, some of the slime falling on her face. Her hands were trembling, and her thoughts were racing. ‘what the fuck was she thinking?’

The next few seconds were a blur at the most. One moment, she was ready to be attacked and she was but not by what or who she was expecting. Steve tackled her to the ground, causing her back to slam hard on the cold, hard floor of the bus. A few seconds into realization, they both look over to the emergency exit, seeing as it was gone.

“they’re gone” Max whispers, confusion laced in her voice.

Completely ignoring the kids conversation, y/n realized the events that had unfolded. “what the fuck is wrong you?” she screams at Steve, slapping his chest in an attempt to get his body off hers. Failing miserably at that.

“What the heck were you thinking? What did you think you were going to do, just kick that thing in the balls and think it’s going to get away from you.”

Steve’s words brought rage in her, “no but I’m going to kick you in the balls if you don’t get off me in the next 5 seconds” to which she finally pushed him off her.

“That was so irresponsible, y/n” Steve says, finally lowering his voice as he gets on his feet.

y/n scoffs, shocked at his words, “and what you did there. Just going out there with your nail bat. That wasn’t irresponsible to you.”

“that’s different” Steve replies, walking closer to the girl.

“how’s it different? Cause I’m a girl, you think I can’t-“

“I never said that” Steve cuts you off. Both adults now dangerously close to one another.

“that’s what you meant”

“Guys knock it off okay.” Dustin screams, “goddamn, sometimes I feel like I’m the only mature one around here.”

y/n laughs bitterly at his words, “you wish” she mutters, not intending for him to hear, but he did.

“at least I don’t run away from my problems. I face them” and with that, Dustin walks out of the bus. Leaving y/n to let out a breath she never knew she was holding. Her head fell in her hands as a few tears dropped from her eyes at her brother’s cold choice of words.

“hey…hey” Steve whispers, holding onto her hands, causing the girl unable to hide her state.

“he hates me. He’s never going to forgive me.” y/n stifles out, tears threatening to fall down.

Steve places both his hands on the girls cheek, wiping her tears away. “I promise, he’s angry but he does not hate you. Look at me.”

y/n eyes fall on the man standing in front of her. Maybe she didn’t realize herself but his expression instantly calmed her down. “I don’t know how, but I promise I’ll help you get your brother back okay”

y/n nods her head, pulling Steve in for a hug.

The moment was interrupted by Max fake coughing. Both adults pulled away, facing the two kids that were still awkwardly standing there.

“you need an invitation to leave” Steve says sarcastically, causing y/n to laugh quietly.

“we should leave”

“so what now” Max asks, as everyone stood outside, unable to process what the hell was going on.

“I guess we should head back” y/n says, causing Dustin to turn at her words.

“no, we can’t. Those things are still out there, we gotta do something.”

“Dustin, who knows how many more are out there. And even if we try, do you really think we can just beat those things.”

“Eleven could” Lucas whispers.

Dustin finally hit an idea, “okay, maybe we can’t beat them. What if we find professionals”

“like the law enforcement?” Max questions.

Dustin scoffs, “if I knew they were even one percent helpful, wouldn’t I have called them in the first place.”

Max rolls her eyes at his words. “okay guys calm down. Dustin’s right. We need professionals. Or at least more people than three kids and two lame adults.” Steve exclaims, this time causing y/n to roll her eyes.

“one lame adult” y/n corrects, smiling wickedly at Steve as he just sticks his tongue out.

“real mature”

“okay, and why did yo-“

“I don’t know okay. It’s not that I don’t want to have sex or anything. Cause I do. But I just felt…so nervous..like…when I felt him unzipping the zipper from my pants, I was scared. Like he was gonna force me to do it or tha-I know Otis would never but I don’t know why I felt this. I never felt like this in other situations. And after it all happened, I basically had a nervous break down and couldn’t even talk to Otis. Which made him angry for some reason and we got into this huge fight and that’s why you saw me leave the house all angry and shit.” You didn’t realize your hands were shaking until you saw them.

“was this the first time you felt this way” Jean asks you politely.

“well yes, because usually when we’re in intimate situations, we both know we aren’t going all the way. But yesterday, I guess I both knew we were about to go all the way and maybe I got nervous”

“Hey, its completely fine to get nervous in situations like these. Especially when it’s your first time. But the way you explain it to me, it sounds to me like you’re not just yet ready to do it. Which is completely alright. I think you need to tell Otis about this, I’m sure he’ll understand”

“yeah I guess your right. Will I ever be ready, or will I always get nervous like this”

“I assure you dear, you won’t always feel like this. But it’s good to tell your partner how you’re feeling, so if this happens again, he knows exactly how to help you”

You took in Jeans words, letting them sink in. She was right, you knew that, you had to tell Otis. Smiling at the lady in front of you, “thank you so much”

“no problem” you hear her reply as you close the door behind you as you walk out the office.

Walking through the halls, your eyes fall on Otis, who was already watching you. Looks like he saw you walking in Jeans office. You let out a breath before making your way to him. “hey” you say as you got beside him.

When you received no reply back, you roll your eyes, knowing how stubborn Otis can be at times. “can we please talk”

Otis let out a sign before nodding his head. He closed his locker, letting you connect your hands, leading you outside to a private place you both knew no one comes. Usually couples come here to make out or have sex but thankfully it was empty right now.

You leaned against the concert wall, Otis standing in front of you with an eyebrow raised, waiting for you to speak up. ‘god he can be so intimidating sometimes’ you thought.

Playing with your fingers, you didn’t know how to bring up the conversation. You felt overwhelmed, nervous how he would react if you told him his girlfriend is scared to have sex. She probably would be for a while. You felt your heart beginning to race as you thought how he would react, what if he broke up with you. The thought cause tears to build up in your eyes, and soon you realized you were sobbing in front of him.

All the anger Otis had, all melted away. How could he be angry when the love of his life was crying in front of him, that too because of him. “hey hey hey, it’s okay baby” Otis says quietly, pulling the girl in for a hug, while she sobbed in his chest. After a few minutes you calmed down, releasing your hands around Otis’s waist falling as you saw the wetness of his shirt from your tears. “I’m sorry” you reply, looking down

“I should be the one to say sorry. I can’t believe I got mad at you yesterday, you clearly weren’t ready and I couldn’t understand that. I’m really sorry baby, I love you so much. If you don’t ever want to have sex, I don’t care, I just want to be with you.“

Otis’s words brought tears to fall in your eyes again. “I just got nervous. I talked to your mom and she said I wasn’t ready just yet to do it. And I think she’s right”

“it’s okay, are you still mad at me”

Shaking your head, you look up to see him smiling at you. “I was just scared you’d break up with me“

y/n laid on the bed, panting and out of breath as she tried to figure out what just happened. She turned her head slowly to her left to see Harrison staring at her, he had the same nervous smile that she had.

Flashback: half an hour ago

y/n walked down the street, making her way to the front door of Harrison's place. Tom messaged her saying he'd be there today and to come over and since her place wasn't far from Harrisons, she decided to walk. She knocked on the door and opened revealing Harrison. "uh heyy y/n what are you doing here?" he asks obviously very confused

"Tom said he was at your place and called me over"

"sorry y/n but he isn't here"

"but he said.."

"maybe he mistyped or something" Harrison adds quickly, y/n got confused "but he never mistyped before so why'd he..."

Harrison again cuts her off and adds, "hey since you're here, why not hang out, I mean I was just about to watch a movie, you can join me" obviously trying to change the topic. But y/n dropped it and agreed, walking inside as they both made their way to the living room.

"what movie are we watching", y/n asks to which Harrison replies, "Aquaman"

About an hour into the movie, y/n felt her eyes getting weak, she tried hard to keep them open, but she couldn't, and her head fell on Harrison's shoulder.

Harrison decided to let y/n sleep in his room, so he carried her up the stairs and laid her on his bed. Taking the covers and covering her body, he sat on the bed looking at her features and couldn't help but think how beautiful she was. His thoughts were quickly replaced by the fact that it was his best friend's girlfriend and he quickly gets up, about to walk away when a hand pulls him back on the bed. He looks over and sees y/n, getting up slowly, moving closer to him.

Both of their gaze moving from their eyes to their lips, and the next thing you know, they were kissing.

Your POV

The kiss was passionate, nothing about it was slow or gentle, it was full of lust and hunger. His hands moved from my face down to my waist and under my shirt, lifting it up gently as I got the hint, pulling away and taking off my shirt along with his. He pressed his lips against mines again as he pushed me on the bed, hovering above me, still not breaking the kiss. His lips moved from my lips to my neck, leaving hickeys all over as I let out a soft moan. My hands found the back of his neck as his made their way toward my back, unclasping my bra as he threw it somewhere across the room. He moved one hand to one breast, massaging it as his took the other one in his mouth. He quickly gets up, taking off his every piece of clothing on both our bodies, as he rips a condom and puts it on, lining up on my entrance, looking at me for permission. To which I nod quickly and he began thrusting.

End of flashback

"I can't believe we just did that" y/n says, looking at Harrison. He lets out a loud sign, "we can't tell him..."y/n looked at Harrison, shocked as he continues to speak, "listen, if he finds out we both loose him. Anyways what he doesn't know won't hurt him"

"Harrison, I can't believe you're saying that. He's your best friend and I get we made a mistake but if I don't well him, the guilt will eat me alive....." y/n gets up, putting her clothes back on, "I'm sorry we have to tell him"

y/n makes her way out the room as Harrison runs after her, "y/n please, you don't understand, he's my b-"

y/n stops and signs out loud, turning around and facing Harrison as he has a worried expression plastered on his face, "I'm gonna tell him either way, but I'll say it's all my fault okay so you won't have to loose you're best friend"

"but why do you want to tell him so bad"

"BECAUSE HARRISON...if he did that to me, I'd want to know. If Tom ever cheated on me, I know for a fact that it'd hurt me more to find out that he hid it from me."

Harrison had faced to his feet, as if he was embarrassed or guilty. He signs loudly and continues to speak in a low tone, "y/n I need to tell you somethi-"

"NO" both y/n and Harrison lift their heads, facing the front door to see Tom standing there in a shocked expression. He had lipstick marks all over him, the buttons of his white shirt opened and his hair all over the place.

As if they could hear y/n's heart break in pieces, tears falling down to her cheeks as she whispered Tom's name.

"y/n I can explain everything, just please give me a chance, please"

All three sat down on the couch, as Tom told his story, "I've been cheating on you, f-for 6 months, Haz knew everything but I made him promise not to tell you"

y/n lifts her head, angerly looking at Harrison, standing up as she started punching his chest while crying, "you were my best friend, h-how c-could you keep such a big secrete from me, HOW COULD YOU"

"I'm sorry okay, I was selfish. I didn't want to ruin my friendship with Tom. And it hurt me every time he would say 'I love you' to you and you'd think he meant it. It hurt me every time I would lie to you just to cover for him. It hurt me to know that the girl I love so much is being played by my best friend. I don't know what today meant to you, if it was a mistake or if you felt the same thing I felt. The truth is, I love you and today meant so much more to me than just sex. It meant I got to show the girl whom I love so much, how much I appreciate her, how special she is to me-"

All of a sudden, y/n heard a loud noise, she lifted her head immediately and saw that Tom slapped Harrison hard across the face, so hard that he bolted a few steps backwards. y/n stood there shocked as she saw Tom had tears falling down his cheeks.

"why didn't you tell me" was all Tom could whisper until he fell on the couch, resting his hands on his face

"I didn't want to ruin our friendship"

"you know I always loved y/n more than anything...." Tom said looking up, eyes focused on Harrison as Harrison hung his head down in shame "I'm sorry mate"

"...but probably not as much as you do. If I truly loved her, I wouldn't have done this to hurt her, I don't deserve her as a girlfriend, nor do I deserve your friendship. I don't expect you guys to forgive me but I'm going to say it anyway, I'm sorry" Tom finished his words as he get up from the couch and made his way to the door, closing it behind him.

Both y/n and Harrison were shocked, the room was filled with awkward silence which y/n hated. Harrison was scared, very scared that one wrong word can make y/n hate him forever, so he just stayed quiet, until y/n broke it, "I don't think I can forgive him neither can I forgive you..."

Harrison's heart broke at her words, he was speechless, he felt the lump in his throat as he felt his eyes getting watery. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he only saw blurriness around him.

Seeing Harrison cry, y/n made her way closer to him their chests touching as she gently placed her hands on his cheeks, wiping his tears away. "you didn't let me finish" she whispered, causing Harrison to look up at her as she continued

Taking off your shoes and hanging your jacket on the coat rack, you sighed as you made your way into the kitchen.

"are you even fucking listening to me," he screamed into my ear as I sighed again calmly stating "yes tom I'm listening"

"why y/n, you could've said no but you chose not you. You think just because no one knows about us, you can let any guy flirt with you."

"Tom, I told him to stop, I told him that I have a boyfriend, but he wouldn't stop, that's not my fault" I replied raising my tone a little

"yes, it is because you made it sound so fake, like you weren't actually serious. You knew he'd never believe you and that's exactly what you wanted. You wanted him to continue flirting with you so that you can be that fucking hoe like you always were and shoot your shot up right up his ass"

This was your break point, you couldn't control your anger any longer and screamed back at him, "Tom it's not my fucking fault that you never wanted anyone to know about our relationship. It's not my fault that Harrison has a little crush on me and tries to get my attention by constantly flirting with me. It's not my fault that he's my best friend and he wouldn't believe me when I tell him I have a boyfriend. It's not my fault that you can't handle your fucking anger every time a guy comes up and talks to me,"

Tom's face could be read easily, his face fills with rage, like red hulk took over him and he about to smash me in pieces. He moves closer to you as you moved backwards quickly with fear, your back hitting the wall as you heart starts beating faster. Tears formed your eyes as you only saw blurriness in front of you, a body charging at you with their hands up in the air as you see it flying towards your face but luckily you dodge it on time and Tom ends up hitting the wall instead, cracking it.

You fall on the floor as you sob louder, all the fearful memories from your childhood replaying in your brain like a movie. "dad please don't hit me, please I would do it again please please please- "Curling up into a ball on the floor, sobbing as you cry louder, continuing to scream for forgiveness.

Third person POV

Seeing his girlfriend crying in fear, screaming from her terrible childhood memories, having a panic attack, happening all at once right in front of him and all because of him, he regretted it instantly. Tom's anger left his body and he fell to the floor, crawling to y/n slowly, trying to calm her down. "babe, I'm sorry, please don't cry. y/n it's me, Tom. Your dad's not here okay, it's just me and I'm not going to hurt you, I promise, please look up"

y/n slowly looked up, she did calm down a little. Glad to see it was only Tom, but her gaze fell to the crack on the wall created by Tom and she began fearing again. Her mind had left her body at this point, nothing but her fears screaming into her face, she crawled backwards quickly, trying to get away from the danger but Tom didn't let that happen. He grabbed her legs and gently pulled her towards him, ignoring the constant screaming that left his girlfriend's mouth. "please don't hurt me please, I promise I won't look at a guy ever again, I promise I won't talk to anyone at all just don't hurt me please please-"y/n continued to scream apologies, hoping he'd let her go

Tom held onto y/n tightly despite her struggles and her punching Tom's chest, trying to get away, his grip was tight. Tom hugged her, combing her hair lightly and saying sweet things like "it's okay baby", "you're okay", "I won't let anyone hurt you" to calm her down. y/n sobbed into his chest, the fear leaving her body slowly as she continued crying for what felt like forever. About half an hour later, her crying stopped, few tears dripping as she and Tom sat on the floor, still hugging each other. The panic attack she had was gone, her vision of her childhood memories were gone and all she was left with was what just happened. Her brain putting the puzzles together slowly as she finally got a hold of what happened. Tears started falling again as she remembered the fear she felt from her boyfriend, something she never ever wanted to feel.

Tom noticed as he wiped the tears away, kissing her cheek softly, hugging her again. "I'm sorry y/n. Ever since you first told me about your childhood, I promised you I'd be there for you no matter what. I would always say that I want to be the reason you smile, the reason you laugh, I want to stop your panic attacks, to stop all your fears, get rid of them but, I never once imagined I'd be the reason to make you cry, get panic attacks, get you're flashbacks again. I'm never going to forgive myself and I don't expect you to ever forgive me either but I'm going to say it anyways, I'm sorry. I love you so much and today I let jealousy get the best of me. I wanted to keep our relationship a secret because I know you really well, there could be a thousand nice comments, but you would've always focused on the hate comments. With your panic attacks and your past, I didn't want you to stress about anything else. I'm sorry y/n, I love you so much. We can reveal our relationship if you want, we can tell Harrison and our families, whatever you want I'll do but please just don't leave me, please. I can't live without you. I know I make stupid mistakes and I promise what happened today, will never happen again please don't leave me please y/n please please please"

Tom's grip on y/n got tighter, sobbing onto her shoulder, hugging her with fear as if she'd leave him. y/n turned around, Tom's hands still around her waist as her hands moved to his cheeks, wiping his tears away, kissing his cheeks, "hey, please don't cry, I'm not going to leave you and I forgive you. I love you and it's going to take more than a fight to break us apart. Just promise me whatever happens in the future, we'll figure it out together, we'll work it out together, no matter how bad."

"Hey y/n" I turned my head to see my best friend, Stiles walking to the seat beside me.

"hey stiles, how was last night" I smirked as he rolled his eyes, "shut up, I stayed up still 2 finishing my paper. I literally look like Dracula sucked all the blood out of me" we both laughed as the professor came in.

Skip to end of class

The lecture almost came to an end, as out professor gave us work for the next class, "okay guys, for Friday, I want you all to read (insert random book) and we're going to discuss it as a class, see you Friday"

"hey y/n, what happened with Harry yesterday" Stiles asked me with a curious and worried look as we made our way to our next class

Flashback

I was at Harry's house, in his room as we both were doing our work and studying/homework. When Stiles called me, "hey y/n, I'm so stressed man, I have to finish this paper due that's due tomorrow"

"so why are you calling me, get back to work babe" I laughed, obviously joking. You see, me and Stiles were best friends since the 5th grade and ever since we had a lot of inside jokes, and 'babe' happen to be one of them.

"huh y/n it's not funny and stop bringing that up, I'm trying to forget it" Stiles wined like a baby as you continued having your conversation with him.

As all of this was happening, Harry, who was sitting beside y/n on his bed, grew with anger. He couldn't help but feel jealous, listening to his girlfriend call another guy babe, boiled his blood.

Harry suddenly took y/n phone and literally shouted to Stiles, "stop calling my girlfriend"

Both you and Stiles were taken back by his tone of voice as he cut the phone and threw it on the ground. "HARRY WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU" I screamed as I ran to my phone to see the screen broken.

"what's wrong with me is that my GIRLFRIEND keeps on flirting with other guys in front of me, calling them babe in front of me. What'd you think, I'm just gonna sit here, listening to you and Stiles, your 'best friend'" Harry screamed as he got off the bed and paced back and forth to calm himself down

I signed as I gently yet loudly said, "Harry, you know he's my best friend. I call him babe because it's a inside joke, which I want to tell you but can't. But that's not the point, the point is you have to trust me, I wouldn't ever cheat on you."

Harry chuckled, "yeah trust you sure.."

A few minutes of awkward silence later he spoke up again, "I think you should go"

"are you serious, you gotta be kidding me" I said angerly as I started grabbing my things, along with my broken phone and left.

End of Flashback

Stiles let out a sarcastic gasp as he said, "I'm sorry y/n, don't worry, when he realizes his mistake, he's gonna regret it and come back to say sorry"

"yeah I doubt it" I signed as me and Stiles sat down on our usual seats, waiting for the professor to come.

When the lecture hall was almost full, you see Harry come in, 'shit' you whisper to yourself as you remembered he was in this class too. Instead of sitting beside you, like he usually does, he sat in front of you.

The professor came in after a few minutes and started the lecture, "Today will be our last day on Pride and Prejudice, I hope you all have enjoyed it, for today's discussion we will be talking about Austen's use of foreshadowing. We all expected her and Darcy to break up in the end. Because the continuous complications in their relationship allowed the readers to believe they wouldn't. But as a reader, whose fault is it for the cause of this decision" Professor asks and I raise my hand as always. Stiles and I are always the first to answer, and usually the only.

"Miss. Y/L/N" he calls on me.

"The first time I read the novel I was on the edge of my seat to see whether they would end up together. Even now, as I have read it at least ten times I still feel anxious during the beginning of their relationship. Mr. Darcy is so cruel and says hateful things to Elizabeth. He continued to be mistrustful and suspicious toward Elizabeth causing regular fights between them. If Mr. Dracy only trusted Elizabeth in the first place, they would've still been together" I answer and smile.

"That's a load" A voice says. Harry's voice.

"Mr. Holland? Would you like to add something?" The professor asks, clearly surprised at Harry's participation.

"Sure. I said that's a load. Women always love to blame the man. Mr. Darcy's rude attitude and cruelness was justifiable because Elizabeth was never faithful to him in the first place, it was obvious they would never end up together." Harry says and picks at his fingernails as if he isn't the slightest bit interested in the discussion.

"That isn't true, about women blaming the man. Mr. Darcy was only mean to her because he was jealous and wasn't a man enough to admit it. If only he stopped his hateful act, he would've seen how trustful Elizabeth really was" I say, much louder than I intended. As I look around the room everyone is staring at me and Harry.

"If she was that trustful he wouldn't have been mean to her. The only reason he even ended up asking for her hand in marriage was because she wouldn't stop throwing herself at him" he says and my heart drops. I get the feeling he is no longer talking about Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth.

People around the room finally caught on and gasped as I felt tears in my eyes, I quickly grabbed by bag and ran out of the room.

I walked past the halls as I hear someone behind me but I didn't stop. I went to the balcony and sat in my favourite (I'm from Canada so....America don't get mad lol)  spot, crying.

I couldn't help but replay his word over and over in my head, 'the only reason he even ended up asking for her hand in marriage was because she wouldn't stop throwing herself at him' Did he really just agree to be my girlfriend because he thought I was too possessive.

After a few minutes of crying, I send hands around by waist and a chin on my shoulder. I knew it was Harry and tried struggling but it was useless. I signed as I continued crying while Harry hugged me from behind.

"I'm sorry babygirl, I didn't mean that at all. I was only angry and it came out. I didn't ask you out because you were throwing yourself at me, I asked you out because I really liked you but now..." he signed and hesitated as I started fearing the worst.

'Does he not like me anymore, is he going to break up with me', my thoughts were interrupted when I felt his hands on my waist fall as he lets me go from the hug. He makes his way in front of me as he slowly places both his hands on my cheeks. Making me look him in the eye, "I love you" he finished and I felt tears form in my eyes but this time, from happiness.

I pulled him in for a tight hug, "I love you too"

A few minutes later, after I calmed down and wiped my tears away, I pulled away. Giving Harry a hard punch of the shoulder. "oww what was that for" he wined, rubbing his shoulder

"for scaring me, I thought you were going to break up with me. And for fighting with my in front of the professor and the entire class. And for being a stupid ass and not trusting me" I pout my lips as I sat down on the bench on the balcony.

Harry chuckles at my cuteness as he walks over to me, standing between my legs and kneeling down, placing one of his hand on my cheek to make me face him.

"I'm sorry for scaring you, I'd never break up with anyone as perfect as you. I'm sorry for fighting with you, in front of the entire lecture. And I'm sorry for not trusting you. You're my girlfriend and I should've trusted you when you told me you're just friends. It's just that I love you so much that I always have this fear of losing you to some more perfect than me."

"babe, you are perfect to me, trust me way more than Stiles" I chuckle, pulling him in for another hug. "I love you"

“sorry babes, I gotta run” she smirked, could sense Carl rolling his eyes at the nickname he hated. Walking up the porch, inside the house, she took off her shoes by the door, quickly hiding the item behind her as she walked to the living room, finding a specific man. After seeing the living room empty, she walked in the kitchen to find Carol, cooking like always. “smells good” she replies happily, unable to stop the smile that was plastered in her face. The lady turned, smiling back with a slight strange look at the girl. “you look...happy?” Carol asked with a chuckle, trying to find the right words. 

“where’s Daryl?” y/n asked, ignoring the question.

“he’s upstairs, I think he took a shower” Carol replied, whispering the last part with amusement.

y/n laughed along with the lady, “no way” to which Carol just nodded her head.

“well, I got him a present”

“ahh so that’s the reason for that cute smile of yours”

“I’ll see you” y/n says, quickly running up the stairs to her shared room with Daryl. Walking in carefully, with the present hid behind her, she closed the door behind her. Daryl stood in the middle of the room, with a towel wrapped around his waist as he faced with his back towards her. Her smiled didn’t fade as she looked over his scars, thankful that Daryl trusted her enough to tell her more about him and his past.

The man turns his head, tensing when he heard the door open but calming down once he saw it was only y/n. “hey”

“hey” he replied back, grabbing his shirt before putting it on. “what ya got there?” he asks as he saw the girl trying her best to hide whatever it was behind her. He made her way closer to the girl only to be stooped.

“no no no, I want you to get dressed quickly, I got something for you” y/n replies, practically jumping up and down from the excitement.

This caused Daryl to laugh at the girl, he would never get tired of that smile. “come on, ju-”

“nope, get dressed now” y/n cut the man walking away as she saw he was moving closer to get a peak at the item she brought.

“alright, geez women” Daryl grunts in response, getting ready quickly before standing in front of the girl, doing a little spin to show her he was ready.

y/n laughed at the man, “okay on the bed”

“are you kidding me y/n. just tell me what you got me” he says, annoyed at the childish behaviour yet admittedly, loved it.

“the faster you move, the faster you can see what it is”

Daryl makes his way on the edge of the bed, sitting down. “now, close your eyes” y/n says, walking steps closer to him. About to question it, he decided to just agree with the order, closing his eyes slowly. y/n stood in front of the man, smiling at him. When she knew he wasn’t peaking, she placed the item on his lap before placing a sweet kiss on his forehead. Kneeling on her knees in front of him, he opens his eyes studying the big round object on lap.

“a helmet” he says with disappointment in his voice.

y/n chuckled at the man, shaking her head “now now, don’t get too excited. It’s to protect that cute little head of yours when you’re out on your bike.”

Daryl blushed at the girl words. y/n always knew just what to say to get the man to turn that lovely shade of red. “I don’t need a helmet, I’ve gone this far without one”

“um no sir. Do you know how dangerous it can be if you fall off the bike one day, you can die from certain head injuries you know.”

Daryl shakes his head, “why are you giving this to me anyways”

“because it’ll make me worry 10 times less to know you have a helmet on your head during a run with your bike. And it’s like a birthday present. I saw it on the run today and immediately thought of you.”

“never had anyone give me something before” he says sadly, looking at the item on his lap.

y/n couldn’t help but feel bad, if only he knew how luck she felt to be with him. She knew all about his past, and couldn’t understand how no one treasured a more perfect man like Daryl. Grabbing the item off his lap and placing it beside him on the bed, she got up climbing on his lap so she straddled him, wrapping her arms around her neck. The action caused Daryl to look at the girl immediately, “you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to.” She says, smiling at the man.

“no, it’s ju-just that I hate wearing helmets but I love you and I love this helmet that you gave me so I’ll wear it, only for you”

y/n smiled at the man, getting used to his honest side. It was better hearing the truth than the lie. He leaned in, placing a hand on her cheek and another on her waist, his lips attaching on hers. It was a sweet, passionate kiss, he wanted to show her how much he appreciated him. Their lips moved in sync, Daryl’s hands falling down to her waist as hers fell around his neck. A few minutes, the lack of air forced them to pull apart. Leaning their heads against each others, they both closed their eyes, enjoying each others presence. “I love you” he whispers after a while.

Harry, aka my annoying, cute boyfriend, was out with his brothers (including Harrison). I was waiting at their house since I had nothing else to do, I was with Paddy and we were watching Big Hero 6 because it was our movie. We called it that because we both loved it and every time we meet up, we would watch it together, adding new comments each and every time.

I decided to do an easy prank, ignoring Harry for 24 hours, easier said than done as they say. Paddy knew about it and he thought it was lame compared to the pranks they did on me, it was nothing. But I knew that for Harry, it was going to be the meanest prank ever lol. 

Anyways, back to the story. Paddy and I were watching our movie, talking about random things along with it. Paddy was like a younger brother I never had. Even though he was way younger than me, he's probably the smartest Holland ever, obviously his parents being the first. Suddenly, the door opened, revealing the 4 boys.

I take a deep breath, preparing myself, I turn my attention to the tv while Paddy chuckles quietly, also focusing his attention to the movie. 

"hey mate that must've been the best prank yet" Tom said as the boys laughed out loud.

"honestly, you should've seen that guys reaction" Harrison added still laughing

Minutes went by of them talking about the prank they pulled, when it quieted down, they walked into the living room, Harry sitting down next to me while the other three boys sat on the other couch. "hey guys" Tom says

"hey" me and Paddy say in unison

"hey babe" Harry says sweetly, hugging onto my waist, burying his face in my neck. 

I don't say anything, just continued to watch the movie. "what'd you do today" he asks, moving his face to rest on my shoulder, still hugging my side.

Ignored yet again.

"babe, did you hear me" 

Ignored.

"babe"

Ignored.

"babeeeee" Harry wines like a kid, pouting his lips and giving me his puppy face. Even though he was sitting beside me, I could see from the side of my eyes his cute, sad puppy eyes. 

'damn it this was going hard' I thought to myself as I decided to take it to the next level.

Without saying anything, I gently pulled away from his embrace, shifting closer to Paddy. Your gaze glides to Tom, Harrison and Sam for a second. Sam was too bothered by his phone to pay any attention, Tom had a shocked expression on his face from my attitude and Harrison seemed to enjoy everything, trying his best to hold in all the laugher that was about to escape. 

"y/n what's wrong?" Harry asks worried. Ignored again.

'shit' I thought, 'he never called me y/n, usually has a million nicknames to say before calling me y/n'

Harry gently grabs my hand, holding it gently, giving a sweet kiss on the top, "baby, please tell me what's wrong, I'm getting worried"

I pull my hand away aggressively, standing up, making my way into the kitchen. I grab myself a glass of water when I felt someone's hand on my shoulder, I gasp loudly and turn to see Harrison, "Haz, don't do that, you scared me" I say as Harrison smiles,

Harry comes inside quickly, a big smile on his face, pleased with the fact that he got his girlfriend to speak but little did he know, she was only ignoring him not anyone else. "Haz, can you tell your friend to stop screaming" I say politely, sipping on my water

Both their eyes got wide, "friend? You mean Harry" Harrison says confused

"yeah whatever his name is" I say coldly, finishing my drink and putting it in the sink and walking out of the kitchen, with them following behind me.

"did you guys have a fight or something" Harrison asks 

"no" Harry answers very quietly, almost didn't even hear it. My heart sank in, I felt so bad and Harry sounded so sad, like he was on the urge of his break point and if I say one thing to hurt him again, he'd start crying. 

I look at Paddy and see he was smiling, trying to watch the movie.

"babe" I hear Harry's voice sadly, his hot breath hitting your ear as he placed his hands around my waist, hugging me from behind, kissing lightly below my ear. "please tell me if I did anything wrong" 

"hey Paddy, go back, I missed my favourite part" I say loudly as I pulled away from him, smiling while walking over to Paddy, sitting beside him.

My eyes were focused on the tv, I didn't realize that Harry was gone, Sam ran after him while Tom and Harrison started yelling at me, asking what the hell was wrong with me. Me and Paddy looked at each other and started laughing, only for a minute because I felt really bad. We explained to Harrison and Tom about the prank and they were relieved, "that wasn't funny y/n, you really hurt him" Harrison says

"yeah and count the amount of times you guys made me cry because of your stupid pranks" I say harshly

"29, 30 if you include new year" Sam says walking in, sitting on the couch

"You been counting the amount of times I cried" I asked raising an eyebrow 

"umm no, that's weird, Harry counts actually, he wanted to make it up for the amount of times he made you cry because of his pranks, he wanted to do something big and special"

I felt tears roll down my eyes, I felt horrible now, revenge didn't go as planned.

I walk upstairs, making my way quietly to Harry's room. I hear sobbing coming from inside, I close my eyes as I tried to forgive myself for hurting him, but it was too hard. I knock on the door and a quiet, soft voice says "come in"

I open the door and meet eyes with Harry. They were blood shot red from the crying, his nose also red like Rudolph. He turns his head, facing away from me. His hands move to his face wiping his tears away. 

I walked slowly to the bed as I see him lay down in his back, pulling the covers up to his chest and starring at the ceiling. I get in under the covers, scooting closer to him, cuddling beside him. My left leg over his legs and left arm around his chest, my face nuzzled into his neck. I can tell he wanted to push me off, but he was probably scared I'd be more mad.

"I'm sorry" he said quietly after a few minutes of silence.

I stayed quiet, unable to speak and find the right words. My mind gave me millions of answers back but none that I was pleased with. 

"I know I can be annoying at times, with the pranks and just me being myself. I'm probably the worst boyfriend ever considering how many times I made you cry for my pleasure, and I'm sorry for that. It may have been a joke to me and just for fun, but I guess I got carried away and didn't stop to realize how it affected you. Forgive me babe, please" 

I signed loudly, getting up as Harry also got up. I pulled him in for a long, passionate kiss, placing my hands around his neck as his moved to my waist. I moved myself so I could sit on his lap, my legs around his sides, straddling him. 

Pulling out, breathless, I finally speak, "I'm sorry babe, I'm not mad at you for any reason what so ever. This was just a prank, revenge to get back at you for everything you did but I guess it back fired cause it hurt me more than it hurt you"

Harry pulled me in for a tight hug, nuzzling his face in my neck, "I'm just glad you're not mad" he mumbles, hugging you tighter

"harry, too tight" I say chuckling as he finally let go, "sorry"

"and I'm sorry for making you cry" I say wiping his face clean, even though it didn't have any tears. 

He leaned on to the bed rest of the bed, me still hugging on to him, head placed on his chest as we just sat there in silence, just enjoying each other's presence. 

"Sam told me you counted the amount of times you guys made me cry with your pranks" I speak lifting my head, facing him.

"yeah, I felt horrible and wanted to do something special, to make it up to you" he says as he looks down, embarrassed.

I place my hand on his chin, lift it lightly up to make him face me. "that's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me"

He smiled as he goes in for a kiss but pulls back, he remembers something because as soon as he pulled back, he pulled the night stand drawer, grabbing a small silver rectangular box. 

"this is for you" he smiles, handing it over to me

I take it, examining it for a minute and open it carefully, inside was a silver necklace with an infinity charm.

"I know it's not original, average if you tell me but y/n, I really love you. I got an infinity 'stone' to represent our love, mostly mines, a little promise or reminder to you that I'll always love you no matter what. I know its stup-" 

"I love it and I love you" I cut him off, pulling him in for a hug.

We both hear camera clicks all of a sudden and turn our heads to see the boys, all on their phones, some where recording as you could tell (how she knew, I have no freaking idea lol, I guess that's up to your imagination), and some were taking pictures. 

"awhh that's so cutee" Sam starts as they all 'awh' in unison.

"y/n get over yourself, do you really want to be stuck behind these walls forever like these people." Carl did have a point. You hated being behind the walls, it made you feel useless, weak. Like you were forgetting everything that was on the other side. It had been almost 2 months since you killed a walker, you never feared to kill one before but right now, you couldn't help feel overwhelmed. One part of you was saying to go with Carl and the other part was saying to follow Rick's orders.

"if you're just going to stand there on your ass all day, then I'm leaving without you" Carl said as he jumped down the walls onto the other side. "okay, I'm coming with you, hold on" you quickly replied making sure to check your surroundings before climbing up.

Carl had done this plenty of times with Enid and sometimes on his own. You never once had the guts to go with him but today since you had nothing else to do and since Enid was busy with other plans, Carl insisted on you coming with him.

As your fell on your feet with a loud thud you look over to find Carl, seeing as he had already started walking without you. You were quick on your feet as you slung your backpack over your shoulders and caught up to him on time. "So, where are we going" you asked, suddenly feel the heat of the sun hit you.

"to kill some walkers, I know a place that's got a few not far from here. You need to practice" he replied as you nodded your head. It was about a ten-minute walk as you got closer, you noticed an old jeep, with what looked like a camp site. There was an old tent with a few clothes and other stuff scattered around.

Carl pulled you behind a tree as you both look in front of you, there was about 5 walkers there, and maybe a few inside the tent as you saw it was moving. Carl looked over at you, holding his knife in his hand as you got out yours. "I'll go first, you follow behind, alright" he whispered as you gave a quick nod as he started moving forward, with you just behind his trail.

As you took a few steps, clearly visible, the walkers turned their head, quickly making their way over to both of you. Carl got closer as he took the knife and stabbed the walker on the head. He continued with a few as he pushed two onto the ground, giving you the opportunity. You took a deep breath as you got rid of all your nerves, squeezing the dagger around your hand, you quickly flung it across the head, right between the walker's eyes. As you finished, you looked over at Carl saying, "I'll take the ones in the tent" He hesitated for a moment but soon agreed, standing behind you protectively as you made your way to the tent.

You didn't know how many were in there, by the sound of it, there had to be more than two. You slowly reached out, pulling the zipper and opening the tent. As soon as you opened it, you quickly fell backwards, as a walker had launched itself at you. You look over to see there were 4 more inside the tent. A few making their way over to Carl, as a few made their way over to you. You had dropped your knife in the process, as you held your hand around the walker's neck, pushing it away from you as best as you could. Carl was too distracted killing the ones in front of him as you frantically reached over your holster around your waist, trying to find your second knife. You didn't have a gun on you since you would've had to check it out. As you had grabbed a hold of your knife, about to stab the walker on the head, a gun shot was heard and the walker fell right on you.

You quickly pushed the creature off of you and look at Carl, he still had his knife in his hand, the walkers were all dead. As you turn your head, you see Rick in the distance, with a gun in his hand and Daryl behind him, his crossbow in his hand. Rick looked angry, really angry and you couldn't help but feel nervous. You didn't know what he was going to say or do. "come on" he said calmly yet firmly, his teeth gritting as you can tell he was trying his best not to explode.

Carl reached his hand out to help you, in which you grab as he helps lift you off the ground. He quickly checks you for any scratches or bite marks. When he sees that you were clear you both turn around following behind the two men. "we're dead" you replied, as Carl chuckled quietly, "more like your dead. If my dad doesn't kill you himself, I will. The first time I decide to bring you with me and we get caught." You laughed as you playfully punched the side of his shoulder. You couldn't help but agree with him.

This was the first time ever that you had decided to sneak out and you both get caught. You curse at your luck as you reach the gates of Alexandria. "Daryl and I are going hunting but don't think that you're off the hook. Carl, I already knew about you sneaking over the walls for a while, but I did not appreciate you convincing y/n to tag along with you. Your both in big trouble." Rick said as he told Sasha to open the gates.

You and Carl both made your way to his house, even though you lived with Daryl and Carol, you were in Carl's house most of the time. "I can't believe he knew" Carl exclaimed as you both stepped inside the house. "I mean I don't understand why he didn't say anything earlier"

"maybe he just didn't care I guess" you said, going to the kitchen for a glass of water.

"I mean I guess that's why, he probably thinks I can take care of myself, so he didn't have to worry" You chocked on your water at his statement. "excuse me, what are you trying to say. That I can't take care of myself" you replied rather loudly as you took offence. "I didn't say that, I'm saying maybe my dad doesn't trust you to be outside"

You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. Carl had never made you feel as if you were weak or couldn't take care of yourself. In fact, he was the one who always insisted on you going with him. But the more you thought about it, the more you realized that Rick never trusted you. He always made sure you never left outside the walls, even before Alexandria, you realized how he almost never let you go out on supply runs. And in the rare chances you did, you were accompanied by a bunch of people. The thought suddenly made you angry. Why did he not trust you, you were a lot older than Carl. You were twenty, you were an adult. Hell, if you were in Canada, you'd be able to drink by now. You couldn't understand why he let his own son go out but not you.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard your name, "y/n, did you hear me"

You shook your head quickly as you replied, "no sorry what did you say",

"I said, do you wanna read comics or something, before my dad comes with his huge lecture"

"um no, I'm gonna go home and get cleaned up" you reply, as you quickly make your was through the door.

"okay but you better come back, I ain't about to hear his lecture alone" Carl shouted to which you shout back with, "yeah yeah whatever" giving him the finger as a little smirk fell on your lips, "y/n I'm serious"

You laugh a little as you made your way through the door. "anyone home" you shout as you took your shoes off, making your way upstairs. You knew Daryl wasn't home but you weren't sure about Carol. When you didn't get a reply back, you assumed she was probably back at Carl's taking care of Judith. As you make your way to your room, you quickly strip off your dirty clothes that smelt like walker blood and grabbed your towel. You head to the bathroom, closing the door behind you and locking it, you get in the shower. The warm water felt amazing and it still was insane to think you had necessities like these.

An hour later (jk lol) 20 minutes later, you got out of the shower, unlocking the door and making your way to your bedroom. You walk in, closing the door behind you and locking it. Turning back around you slightly jump as you see a figure sitting down on your bed. You relax once you realize it was Rick but yet again panic as you see your appearance. A towel wrapped around your naked body. Your wet hair dripping down on the floor. You stood there in shock as you didn't know what to say. "um can I help you"

Rick looked up, his body twitching slightly as he took in your appearance. His eyes falling down your body and right back up into your eyes. "u-uh I-I needed to talk to you, I can wait downstairs" you nodded as you opened the door for him.

You couldn't help but blush as you closed the door behind you, taking in what just happened. You have had a crush Rick ever since you met him. Everything about him, from his leadership skills to his appearance was perfect to you. You always hid these feelings for the fact that Carl was your best friend, and he probably wouldn't appreciate his best friend having feelings for his dad. In other sense, he was also much, much older than you. You knew it would've been weird if other people found out and in other case, he didn't feel the same way about you. He probably only viewed you as a little girl and Carl's friend.

Shaking all your thoughts out of your head, you opened your wardrobe, trying to decide what to wear. You most likely wouldn't leave the house unless you decide to go to Carl's, so you throw a pair of your jean shorts and a worn out NASA t-shirt that Michonne got you the other day on her run. Combing through your wet hair quickly, you ran downstairs into the living room. You see Rick sitting on the couch waiting for you. As he turned looking at you, he patted the seat beside his. You hesitantly walked over and sat beside him.

The room fell into uncomfortable silence, as either of you didn't know how to start the conversation. After a few minutes, he starts "I'm really disappointed in you, y/n". You furrow your eyes together, looking at him in complete confusion. You knew what he was talking about, you just didn't think it was fair.

"I'm sorry, can you please explain to me what I did wrong" you reply rather sarcastically, angry evident in your voice.

"you went over the walls, even after my clear instructions that I told you not to" he said back, shifting his body facing your as he raised an eyebrow at you.

"last time I checked, you're not my dad nor are related to me in any way. I don't have to do what say. And guess what, I'm not going to either. I'm sick and tired of you treating me like a little kid, like I don't know what I'm doing, like I've never seen a walker in my entire life. I've been out there as long as you have, I've been on my own too. I can take care of myself, so I don't need 'instructions' for you. You may be the leader of the group but you ain't the boss of me." Your chest rose up and down as you caught your breath. You shocked yourself at your sudden explosion, never have you ever spoken so loudly to anyone and for the first time in your life, it had to be Rick.

You stood up, turning around, ready to leave and end this conversation when you felt a hand on your wrist, turning you around and pulling you roughly against a hard chest. You look up to see Rick, his firm grip on you got a little tighter as he clenched his jaw. From the look on his face, it was obvious he was angry, you tried puling away from his grip, but it only held your wrist tighter.

"You can take care of yourself? You would've died if I didn't get there on time. You couldn't even kill one damn walker, and your talking about taking care of yourself. y/n why do you have to be so god damn stubborn, can't you see I'm just trying to protect you. I don't want you getting hurt...or worse" His voice got lower by each sentence he spoke. And the last part, was barely a whisper.

You looked into his eyes in confusion, "you don't have to worry about me, just worry about Carl and Judith"

"But that's the problem, can't you see. I worry about you all the time, it's so damn frustrating. I can't get you out of my head, no matter how hard I try. Your all I think about all day and night. Your on my mind constantly. I-I just I don't know what's wrong with me" He stuttered a little, his words full of emotion. It felt as if he was keeping all this in for a long time.

His grip on your wrist released as your hands fell to your sides, "it's because you care about me right" you whisper, unsure of what to say. You can feel his hands go to your back, lowering them to your waist, pulling you closer to him, as you place your hands on his chest at the sudden movement. You lift your head up to see him already look down at you, your faces inches apart. "I don't think that's the only reason" he whispers back, his gaze falling to your lips every now and then.

You fell your heart beating faster as you see him leaning in, and sooner you realize yourself leaning in as well. You fluttered your eyes closed, just as your lips barely touch each other's, you seconds away from your first kiss with Rick, you hear the front door slam shut.

The noise causing both you and Rick to quickly pull apart as you felt yourself fluster. You turn to see Daryl, walking past the living room only to stop when he noticed you and Rick awkwardly standing there in the middle of the living room. Both of you turning red, blushing like crazy as you just nervously played with your hands.

Daryl raised his eyebrow, confusion written on his face. "did I miss something"

"NO" both you and Rick shout, rather loudly you would say.

"alright, whatever, I'm going to bed" Daryl says, ignoring your odd behaviour as he made his way upstairs "Carol crashed at Rick's so she probably won't be here until morning" you hear Daryl shout along with a door closing.

What the hell just happened You thought as you nervously looked over at Rick, who was already staring at you. A minute of just staring at each other, without any words exchanged, you lift your gaze somewhere else, realizing you should probably excuse yourself out of this awkward situation. "um I-I'm going head to bed" you say as you make your way upstairs.

You hear the front door close, turning your head to see Rick had left. You released a breath you didn't realize you were holding. What the fuck just happened you thought.

You tried getting some sleep that night but couldn't. The situation replaying inside your head like a loop. What would've happened if Daryl hadn't walked in You thought

You signed as you got out of bed, heading downstairs and to your front porch. Back before all this happened, you used to sit outside at night on days you couldn't sleep. Just breathing in the fresh air, gave you a sense of peace. You sat on the steps, looking around at the empty road. It had to be around 2 in the morning, all the lights in the houses were closed. Your eyes fell upon one particular house, Carl's. The lights to the living room were on, your gaze falling upstairs, you notice the rest of the house's lights were turned off. It could be Carl, Rick or Michonne still up.

Hoping it was Carl, you started making your way over to his house. You didn't bother to knock, not wanting to wake any of the others up. Slowly opening the door, you quietly stepped inside, closing the door behind you before making your way towards the living room. You walk in, looking around to find it was empty. Just as you were about to turn around to leave, a figure launched itself at you, the person holding a knife in their hands, ready to use it. You let out a blood curdling shriek, only for it to be stopped by a hand placed over your mouth, stopping any sound from coming through. You look up to see it was Rick, he lowered the knife once he saw it was you.

"what the hell are you doing here" he whisper yelled at you, lowering his hand that was on your mouth.

"I-I uhh I d-don't kn-" you stuttered.

"how do you not know why your here" he whispered again, confusion on his face.

You had no answer to his question. You don't know yourself what brought you here. "I couldn't sleep and saw the lights open so I hoped if it was Carl so then I could just hang out for a while-" Your words lost track, if was partially the truth. You just left out the major part where you had hoped it was Rick.

"well Carl's sleeping in his room. So I think you should just l-"

"can I just say here" you asked quickly, cutting him off.

"uhh yeah I guess" he said, scratching the back of his neck.

You sat on the couch, him sitting beside you. Oh how this felt so ironic You thought as the same thing happened a few hours ago.

"why weren't you asleep" you asked, not wanting the awkward silence to return like last time.

"just had something on my mind" he replied, his head falling back on the couch.

Mimicking him, you turn your head over to your side facing him as he returned the gesture. "how was hunting" you asked casually.

"okay, found a few squirrels, but that was about it"

A few minutes of silence went by, but it was comfortable this time. "I'm sorry.....about going over the walls. I just wanted to prove to you that I can protect myself" you whispered, lowering your gaze, ashamed of your confession.

You see he moved closer, his hand moving to the side of your jaw, lifting your head to face him. Your eyes fell on his, to see he was already looking at you. "baby, I know  you can protect yourself. Your one of the strongest people I know. I just lost too many people that I get over protective sometimes. I can't lose you too. I love you"

You felt yourself getting wet as he called you baby and your heart skipped a beat when he said he loved you. You didn't know  what to say, other than lean in for a kiss.

He was shocked at first, but soon melted into the kiss, placing both his hands on your cheek, making the kiss more passionate. You hadn't kissed a lot of people in your life but the way Rick kissed you was full of love, not lust. It felt like he wanted to show you just how much he cares, how much he loves you.

Your hands fell on his waist, pulling him closer as you fell back on the couch, laying down. You continued on the kiss as you moved your hands to the back of his neck as his lowered to your waist.

You wanted to kiss him forever, but your lungs forbid you to do so, causing you both to pull away. Rick leaned his forehead on yours. You both smiled at each other as you breathe in the air. "I love you too" you reply, causing him to pull you in for another kiss.

Though it was cut short when you heard a voice, "what the fucks going on here"

y/n heard the gates of Alexandria opening. Her head quickly fell upon them as she heard an engine and a car being pulled up. She quickly ran (speed walk) carefully as Judith was in her hands, to the gates. Her eyes fell upon the car that Rick and Daryl had left in. Letting out a small smile, she walked towards the driver’s side. Rick drew down the window and saw y/n’s smile quickly disappear as she saw the car empty. Her eyes widening with fear, she looked inside the car again and then to the opened gates of Alexandria that showed the streets, empty. “w-where’s-” her words cut out when she heard Rick chuckling. Cutting the engine, he got out and made his way towards the trunk of the car, getting out his things as he replied “Daryl’s fine y/n, found a truck load of supplies. Thought it’d be better if he goes a little slow. He’ll be back in a while”

y/n signed, leaning against the now closed trunk as she looked at the gates of Alexandria. Mentally deciding she’d wait for him until he got back. Rick stood beside her, looking at the girl as he took Judith out of her arms, “when are you gonna tell him?”

“tell who what?” y/n answers acting dumb as she didn’t know what Rick was talking about.

“I’ve known you since Hershel’s farm, you sure as hell know what I’m talking about”

They both chuckle, y/n about to answers Rick’s words when they hear the gates opening once again. Turing their heads towards the noise, y/n sees a big white truck pull inside. Daryl stepping down, he wiped the sweat off this forehead. His muscles on full display from the flannel he was wearing that had no sleeves. He reached inside the drives seat to grab his crossbow, pulling it across his shoulders, started making his way elsewhere. y/n couldn’t help but stare at him, that man was a whole treat.

“hey Daryl” Rick called out to the man waving his hand to signal him towards them. Daryl turned his head towards the two, turning around and making him way there. As he got there, his eyes fell to y/n for a few seconds before returning to Rick’s, waiting for the man to speak up. “what took you so long” Rick finally asked.

“bunch of walkers came out a no where, had to take care of them first, too close to the gates after all.”

Rick nodded, “well, there’s a campfire tonight at Spencer’s. And you’re coming”

Daryl let out a sarcastic chuckle, “not ma thing” quickly replying

“that’s why I’m telling you, not asking. You’re coming and that’s that” Rick replied with amusement in his voice, you could practically hear the smirk grow on his face. This caused y/n to let out a laugh, quickly hiding it with a cough as Daryl’s eyes fell on hers with a harsh stare.

Daryl rolled his eyes at Rick, “should get your throat checked” replied to y/n before walking off.

“those are the first words he said to me in a long time, not a freaking chance he has any feelings for me what so ever” y/n said to Rick, as they watch the man walk away.

“I don’t think anyone knows what Daryl’s feeling, not even Daryl himself. And h-”

“Rick I really don’t need love advice coming from you okay” y/n replied angerly.

“alright alright” Rick said, chuckling as he held his hands up in defeat. “well I’ll see you tonight, thanks for taking care of Judith.”

“no problem”

---

Daryl had caught a deer the day before. And it had been a while since all of Alexandria had come together, so Carol and the others thought it’d be nice to have a campfire and dinner together. Everyone was always busy doing their own things, it was good to come together once in a while even if the world has ended. y/n had been with Carol all day, helping her with dinner along with a few others. It was probably the busiest she’d seen the Grimes house, since they first got here when the entire group used to stay together in the living room.

The thought brought her back to when she first met the group. She was best friends with Beth, they’d known each other since elementary school and when her family moved to the city, they barely saw each other. They would write every week and call a few times too. They might have been miles apart but their friendship had never died. When the whole apocalypse thing happened, y/n had been with her family. Running away just like everyone else in the world. Her parents died saving her and she was on her own after that. She came across Hershel’s farm unwillingly and unknowingly, probably the days of starvation had gotten to her, she didn’t realize the recognizable surroundings around her. It was when Otis found her one day during his hunt, she met Beth again. Her first meeting with Rick was when she saw him running towards the farm with Carl in hands. The relationship with the group grew since then. y/n had been with the group since, every rise, every fall, they been through it all together.

y/n’s thoughts were shaken when she heard her name being called “y/n did you hear me” Carol asked, looking at the girl with slight amusement.

“um no sorry, what did you say” y/n asked, shaking her head from her thought before paying attention at the lady in front of her.

“I said I’ve got it from here. You should go home and get changed”

“it ain’t no family dinner, I don’t need to ch-“

Carol rolled her eyes at the girl, interrupting her words when adding “if you want Daryl to notice you, I suggest you take a nice shower and tidy yourself up a bit”

y/n threw the rag she had in her hands right on the lady’s face, to which Carol just laughed, “I doubt the man who never cleans up after himself will want a lady who does. Anyways stop bringing him up in every conversation” y/n shouted as she made her way out the door to her shared house with Abraham and Rosita. She had taken a liking to the man with the crossbow since she first laid eyes on him. Though the feelings only became visible to her when she hit the age above 18. She was in her 20’s now and that seemed to be the only reason she didn’t ever act upon her feelings. Daryl was much older than her, not that it mattered anymore. The entire group seemed to know about her feelings except for the man himself. Daryl was always reserved, never spoken much to anyone except Carol. Especially not to her, in fact she doesn’t remember having one decent conversation with him. Only a few words exchanged here and there, during runs or changing of shifts on the watch tower.

Walking in the house, she made her way upstairs, not planning to take a shower but one she took a whiff out of her shirt, she realized just how much the smell from the kitchen stays within you. Once she took a nice shower, she changed into a new pair of shorts and a tank top. Looking outside to see it was pretty dark, she made her way to Spencer’s house.

A few steps away, she could see the gathering of Alexandria, people talking among themselves, some sitting around the fire they created. y/n frantically looked around, trying to find someone to talk to, her eyes landed to Carl, Rick and Michonne. Smiling slightly, she walked over to them, “hey”

“hey y/n” they all said back.

y/n looked around, looking for a specific man in particular. “Daryl’s not here yet” Rick said with a smirk on his face.

y/n’s eyes landed on the man, shaking her head in disagreement, “I wasn’t looking for him”

“l-liar” she heard Carl say with a fake couch coming through.

“you people are impossible” she says rolling her eyes and walking away to find Carol. Trying to find the lady, her eyes fell on the man himself, leaning against the closed garage door with a arrow in hands, studying it. Contemplating whether to go over or not, she felt a hand on her shoulder, “just go and talk to him, just like I told you” Rick says in her ear, walking away from her after.

y/ breathes in, walking over to the man. Never felt this nervous near a walker as she’s feeling to just go talk to someone. As she approached closer, a few steps in front of him, she heard someone calling her name. “hey y/n, remember when you said you’d..give me a blowjob” Spencer says, whispering the last part.

y/n’s eyes widened, looking around as she saw Daryl looking at them, this eyes falling the second he saw the girl looking at him. y/n slapped Spencer on the shoulder, hard but jokingly, “get out of here, Spencer” y/n said laughing slightly as the guy walked away laughing.

y/n made her way beside Daryl, leaning against the garage door beside him, thinking her next words carefully, but stayed with a simple “hi”

Daryl grunted slightly, after a few seconds replied with “so you with that Monroe kid now”

y/n chuckled, almost thought he sounded jealous of a second, “no, he’s just joking around, not my type” she whispered looking down at her shoes before adding, “got my eyes on someone else”

Daryl chuckled, “is it Carl, seen him look at you a few times”

“no it’s not Carl”

“how about Ric-“

“Daryl, it’s not either of them” y/n replied with amusement, her eyes falling on Daryl as she stared at him. Daryl looked back at him, shifting after a few seconds, getting off against the garage door to leave.

“wait” y/n said, holding Daryl’s hand stopping him from moving any further. “um I-w-ell Rick said I can join you in your run tomorrow”

Daryl looked at the girl with an eyebrow raised. “I don’t need anyone”

“I know, it’s just, I was wondering if you could give me some pointers on how to hunt”

Daryl’s gaze fell on the hand that was holding his, the girl noticed and let go of his hand quickly. Daryl walked off causing y/n to look down sadly, “tomorrow at 8 am, sharp” she heard the man say, causing her head to whip up with a small smile she was unable to control. As she saw Daryl was no where in sight, she screamed happily, jumping up and down, stopping instantly as she saw people looking at her weirdly.

“never seen you that happy before”

“welp, your plan worked” y/n said smiling at Rick

“well don’t scare him off, you know Daryl always goes out alone”

“yeah, I know”

--

y/n got up early the next morning, getting ready by wearing her favourite jeans, which she had to admit made her ass look amazing, a tank top and her holster full of weapons. Making her way down, she saw Rosita already awake, smiling at the girl, “your up early” she asked passing a cup of coffee her way.

“thanks” y/n replied “going on a run with Daryl”

Rosita smirked at the girl, “have fun then and be CAREFUL” she screamed as the girl finished the coffee and walked out the door.

y/n walked to the gates of Alexandria to see Daryl was already waiting for her. “ready” he asks which the girl nodded. Daryl sat on his bike, waiting for the girl as y/n sat behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders and going off.

The ride was quite but surprisingly comfortable, “where are we going” y/n asks, raising her voice slightly.

“what” Daryl says raising his voice, turning his head slightly to the side to hear better. y/n leaned closer to him, before speaking again “I said where are we going”

“I know a place where a lot of animals wander around, ain’t a lot of walkers near by too. Good place to hunt.”

They both walked through the woods quietly. No words exchanged, just the sound of the forest around them, a few birds, the branches and leaves breaking beneath their feet. Daryl suddenly stopped, bringing his finger between his lips showing to be quiet. y/n nodded, following behind Daryl quietly as she saw what he was following, a deer could be seen from a distance. Walking around peacefully, unaware of the world it lives in. Daryl got out his crossbow, ready to shot his arrow when the breaking of a loud branch came from behind them.

The deer was long gone and as they both turned to see what caused the noise, something launched itself at y/n, causing her to fall hard onto the ground. It was a walker, thankfully not some humans. Before y/n even got a chance to struggle, the walker fell right on her dead. An arrow could be seen through its skull, it was pushed off her and a hand held in front of her, helping her up. She looked at Daryl to see his annoyed expression, grunting before saying “this is why I work alone” walking off.

“well thanks I guess” y/n whispers quietly, following him.

“thanks to you, I lost our dinner. That could’ve lasted a few days at least”

y/n’s brows furrowed, annoyed at the man now, “it’s not my fault, I didn’t hear it coming”

Daryl turned around aggressively, “really, I find it really hard to believe that you didn’t hear a walker coming from right behind you”

“you should be thankful I was with you, if you were alone, it could’ve gotten at you way before you could have realized”

“uh no, if I was alone, I would’ve heard it and killed it way before that deer got away alright. This is the exact reason why I work alone, so people like you don’t ruin everything” Daryl shouted at her, running his hands through his hair aggressively. His words did hurt, she couldn’t deny it but more than that, they made her angry. y/n couldn’t believe he was blaming everything on her.

“fine, since I ruin everything, I should just leave you alone then” y/n shouted, turning around and walked off.

“where are you going?”

“away from you” y/n shouted back at him.

Daryl closed his fists tightly, angrily looking at the girl walking off and into the empty forest behind him. ‘damnit’ he muttered to himself, stomping him foot on the ground angrily before making his way behind the girl.

“just stop being a drama queen” he shouted following behind her, trying to get her to stop

“stop following me, just go and hunt your stupid deer, I’m going home.” Her angered feet hitting the ground, the sound of leave crunching and branches broken heard.

“and how do you expect to go home” Daryl asks, his voice calmer than before but the annoyance still present.

“I’ll walk”

“a half an hour ride, you’ll walk it”

“yup” she said, hitting the branches away from her face, continuing to walk in a direction she didn’t even know.

Daryl quickly walked up to her, grabbing her arm harshly, turning her around and pulling her towards him. Holding her in close proximity to her, his dark eyes stared into hers. The hard expression in his face relaxed as they looked into her sad ones. He let out a deep sign, relaxing his grip on her arm, letting it go before placing both hands on her cheek. He rested his forehead against hers, eyes closing and just enjoying each others presence.

Though y/n was extremely confused, didn’t question it. She waited for him to speak up and he did, “I’m sorry..” he paused, trying to find his next words carefully. “I-“ he suddenly opened his eyes, realizing what was happening, quickly let go of the girl, stepping a few feet away from her. “I-I didn’t mean what I said, about how it was your fault. I know it wasn’t. I can get a little…too much at times…angry and I don’t realize what I’m saying until after it’s said. So I’m sorry”

y/n signed, before nodding “it’s okay”

Daryl gave a slight smile, “now how about we track that deer again”

The rest of the day was exciting, Daryl taught y/n how to track, footprints, what types mean what, how to aim properly, and the most important lesson was noise. They didn’t catch the deer, since it was long gone from a bunch of walkers, but they did catch a bunch of squirrels.

The ride back was quiet, a few words, few giggles being said here and there. y/n had her hands around Daryl’s waist and couldn’t help but hold tight. She didn’t want to go back to Alexandria and have him ignore her like he always does.

“you remember when I told you yesterday, how I had my eyes on someone else” y/n started, her head resting on Daryl’s left shoulder. She felt him tense slightly at the action but never the less, didn’t take his eyes off the road.

“yeah” he replied lowly, unsure why the girl brought it up.

“can you guess who it is” y/n whispered in his ear.

His spine tingled at the feeling of her hot breath on his ear, for a second he forgot what she just said, before remembering shook his thoughts, answering the girl “well, you said it wasn’t Spencer, Carl nor Rick. That takes away all the guys I had eyes on. Can’t be Glenn or Abraham, there a lot of men back in Alexandria, how’d you expect me to guess.”

“just try” she says, smiling as her head was still leaning on his shoulder.

“is it that weird ass dude Eugene. Man gives me the creeps sometimes”

“no, its not Eugene” y/n replied giggling

“is it Morgan, you got a thing for older men or something”

“it’s not Morgan, but you’re in the right direction with the older men”

“I honestly don’t know y/n, just tell me”

y/n squeezed his waist tightly, leaning her lips closer to his ear before whispering, “it’s you.”

With that, Daryl hit the breaks hard on his bike, causing them both to stumble front a bit. y/n looked in front of them, seeing the gates of Alexandria not far but not close enough either.

Daryl didn’t know how to reply, every time he opened his mouth to say something, it closed back right away. He turned his head to the left to face the girl, who gave her a small smile, questioningly looking at her, as if waiting for her to start laughing and say this is all a joke. When he realized she was serious, he couldn’t help the nervousness in the pit of his stomach. What would a girl like her ever find interest in a guy like him. He didn’t deserve her, not one bit. Her friendly, helpful nature, the innocence yet powerful spirit. His eyes fell upon her lips, before shaking his head from the thoughts, facing in front of him, ready to start the bike.

y/n saw him, saw his eyes fall into all sorts of emotions. She noticed his eyes falling to her lips before facing forward again, as if trying to tell himself what he’s feeling was bad. She had already went this far, look the little courage she had left, took her right hand from his waist up to his right cheek, pushing his face gently towards the left, having him face her. Before he got a chance to question the girl, he felt her soft lips on his rough ones. He didn’t know how to react, was shocked especially to find her moving her lips against his own. After a few seconds, she let go, worry in her eyes that he didn’t respond back. Her left hand fell to his chest, feeling it beating extremely fast. She chuckled quietly, resting her forehead against his, closed her eyes before responding “relax Daryl, if you don’t feel the same way, you can just say it. I promise I won’t be hurt, and won’t bother you again after this”

Daryl shook his head back and forth in fear. He turned his body towards the side, grabbing the girl by her thighs, moving her place in front of him, facing him. His hands held both side of her cheek before pulling her in for a long passionate kiss. The girl smiled against his lips before quickly responding, her own hands fell around his waist. “I do feel the same way, I always have. It’s just-“ he struggled with the next words, didn’t know how to say them.

y/n held his face in her hands, reassuring him to go on, “we’re so different, not considering how much older I am than you. Why would you eve-“

“Daryl, if I cared about that stuff before, I wouldn’t have fell in love with you in the first place. I don’t care about any of that. All I know is that I love you, and I hope you feel the same way about me”

To which you had no problem, you weren't a virgin, but you also wouldn't have called yourself a professional in bed. You only had sex one time in your life with your ex-boyfriend but that was it. You and Otis both agreed to take things slow and never force the other person to do anything if they didn't want to. Many of these cases though, you were the one who had to stop taking things further.

As you walked down the path, you smiled to yourself, remembering how shy Otis used to be to just kiss you. You wouldn't say he still isn't but that little fear he had was gone to say the least. You made your way to the front door, knocking on it. Few minutes later it opened to reveal a woman in blonde, "Hi Jean, you look rather lovely today" smiling at the lady as she motioned or you to come in.

"Hi dear and thank you, you look gorgeous yourself, love that color on you" Jean replied as she looked at your simple yellow dress.

"thank yo-" you started when you were heard heavy footsteps coming from upstairs. Turning your head, you see Otis running down the stairs, tripping over the last step as he quickly made his way over to you.

"Be careful dear, wouldn't want to hurt yourself"

"yes mum, I know" Otis replied quickly, taking your wrist lightly and started to lead you upstairs.

You knew why he was in such a rush but you knew Jean well enough that she will, "oh Otis dear, I need to have a word with you and y/n real quick"

Otis's eyes widened as he turned facing his mom, "u-um mum c-can we have it another time please"

"no dear it's important, come in my office please" she replied making her way to her office.

Otis let out a loud sign as he smacked his forehead, "fuck" he whispered as you let out a giggle. Taking his hands out of his face, he looked at you standing in front of him, "it's okay, just don't make it any more awkward than its going to be.." you whispered, leaning in to giving him a quick peck on the lips, "-oh and be nice" you said as he smiled lightly, giving you another kiss

Inside the office, you and Otis sat on the couch beside each other as Jean sat on her chair.

"I understand that this may be a weird topic to talk about and it can be hard to discuss your private life to others, especially an adult but I just need to understand your sexual life with each other in order to help you two in the present or future" Jean started as Otis's cheeks turned red, he looked uncomfortable as well as a little mad. You placed your hand on top of his, as he immediately turned to look at you in the signature smile of yours. And he instantly calmed down.

"that's alright Jean, but there really isn't much to talk about. We never actually had sex with each other before and we want to take it slow" you replied as Jean gave a warm smile to you.

"If you down mind me asking, I understand that Otis is a virgin, but may I know your status"

"mum" Otis replied rather loudly

"It's okay Otis, I am not a virgin, I did have my first time before with my ex boyfriend" you replied as you felt Otis shift uncomfortably hearing you mention your ex.

"so I guess it isn't a question about you wanting to take things slow but Otis's"

"yes but I don't mind, I would never want to rush him to do anything and I would rather have our first time be something the both of us want and not just a one side feeling, if you know what I mean"

"I understand that, so when you two are having an intimate moment, to what extent does it stop"

"well we just make out right now, we didn't go much further after that" you knew Otis was really embarrassed and wasn't going to talk nor answer any of the questions his mum was asking.

"very well, sorry to disturb you but again if you need to talk about anything, either of you, you know where I am and be sure to always be protected in case you two do have your first time, you may go"

Otis quickly stood to his feet and made his way out the door, you following behind. As you both got to Otis's room. Otis quickly shut the door behind him, signing as he placed his head on the door, groaning loudly in annoyance.

You giggled as you walked over to him, placing your arms around his torso and giving his shoulder a kiss, "its okay, it wasn't that bad"

Otis turned around to face you as your hands still wrapped around his waist, he placed his around your back, giving a pout, "yes it was, that was so embarrassing, and you had to answer all the questions, I was so much of a pussy to even look up"

"Otis it's fine, anyways it's a good thing we didn't have sex or else the conversation would've been weirder that this one." You laughed as he smiled widely, "that is true" he replied, taking his hand as brushing some hair out of your face, "did I tell you how beautiful you look in yellow"

"umm no, I don't recall" you smiled as you both leaned in, capturing your lips into a kiss. Which soon turned more passionate by the minute. Next thing you know, Otis moves his hands to your waist as yours wrap around his neck. He starts walking forward as you walk backward, not leaving the kiss for a second, soon feeling the edge of the bed on your knees, Otis lightly pushes you as you fall backwards on the bed. You widen your eyes at his confidence which soon turns into a smirk.

Otis stood there looking over to you, checking out your body that was laying on the bed. You being impatient, pulled him on-top of you. Both your lips collide again as you feel his hands roaming all over your body, from your upper back down to your lower waist, stopping at your hips, giving them a squeeze. You gasp as you lightly push his chest away from you, your lips leaving each other's as he looks over at you confused. "what's wrong" he asks playing with your hair.

"n-nothing it's just, I wasn't expecting that"

"sorry, did you want to stop" he asks concerned,

You smile at him as you shook your head quickly, holding his cheek and giving him a quick kiss, "no no, it's just your usually the shy one, are you feeling okay?" you laughed placing your hand on his forehead and neck to check his temperature.

He laughs back pulling your hand away, "I'm fine, I guess I just missed you" he smiled innocently, blushing a little.

To which you giggle, pulling him in for another passionate kiss. Your hands moved to the back of his neck as his went to your lower waist and hair. He groaned as you started pulling the strands of his hair, making the kiss more passionate. You pushed him so he was laying on his back on the bed, as you moved to wrap your legs around his waist, straddling him. His hands moved to your hips as yours fell on the bed, the kiss started getting more heated and fast, you lips moving against each others as his hands moved your hips onto his. You felt his hard member through his pants, moving your hips, you both let out a moan as he guides your hips onto him. Quiet moans started coming from both your mouths but was soon over when you heard loud footsteps coming closer the Otis's room. Before both of you could react the door fell wide open, revealing Jean standing there with wide eyes,

You and Otis quickly got off each other, Otis stood on his feet blushing uncontrollably as you sat on the bed, smoothing your dress and fixing your hair. "ohh I-I'm so sorry, I came to call you both for lunch but I'll just leave now" Jean started as she left the room.

The room fell silent, both you and Otis just stood/sat there in shock about the incident.

"I mean, it c-"

Otis quickly cut you off by saying, "if you say it could've been worse, I will walk out of this room"

You laughed as you looked at him, holding your hands up in defence, "okay sorry I won't say it"

y/n's hope was lost, at this point her cries had stopped, her struggling stopped and all she thought of was when death will come and take her away. As if her life wasn't worse enough, she just had to get kidnapped, by god knows who and on the same day where she was born. y/n signed loudly as she mentally rolled her eyes at her luck. 

In a matter of seconds, she heard a door roughly slam against the concrete walls, she turned her head to her left where the sound came from. Loud footsteps were making their way closer and closer to her, and in a second, she was lifted off the floor and dragged somewhere. 

The man she assumed pulled her roughly across the floor, not caring if she was walking or being dragged, he had placed his big hand around her arm, pulling her to an unknown place. As y/n tried to use her senses, trying to hear any familiar sounds or recognize a smell, it was useless. As soon as she tried, she was roughly place on a chair. 

The man untied her legs first, then her hands and lastly her blindfold. y/n opened her eyes slowly as she squinted her eyes at the sudden bright light, flashing right at her. 

After a few minutes of adjusting with the light, her eyes opened fully, and she glanced around the room. Right behind the chair she was sitting on was an empty fireplace, the room felt like a bedroom by the size of it. It was small, the entire room was covered in black paint, a bright white light flashed right at her, as the room had no specific items at all, it was completely empty. 

Her gaze finally laid upon the 2 men standing right in front of her. To her right was a man with extremely curly golden red hair (idk how to describe features) he was wearing black joggers, black t-shirt with a black jacket, his neck and hands were covered with a few tattoos here and there, he wore a bunch of rings and necklaces. 

To her left was another man, he was quite taller, his eyes were a beautiful blue colour which couldn't go unnoticed. The man wore tight black pants, a red and black plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing off his muscles. 

As y/n looked around the room, her gaze fell upon a man leaning against the door frame, looking right through her soul, with a fearful look that scared her. The man was extremely good looking, though it was too dark to see anything else but his face. As y/n wondered how she was blessed with such handsome kidnappers, one of the men finally started talking.

"where is it" the man on her left screamed

y/n furrowed her eyebrows, looking at the man with confusion. Just as she was about to speak, she was interrupted by another voice shouting her, "we don't have time for games, just tell us where it is"

"I have no idea what you're talking about" y/n finally blurted out, though it was supposed to sound confident, felt more like a scared bird calling for help. 

The man on her left roughly stepped towards her, pulling y/n's hair hard causing her head to face up right at him. She groaned in pain as he continued to pull her hair roughly. Just as the man was about to go for hit, he was stopped by the man in the door frame, "Haz don't, we need to send her back" 

Haz, as y/n learned, groaned in annoyance, "Tom, come on who cares if there are a few bruises on her face"

"that wasn't part of the deal and you know that" Tom screamed caused Haz to shut up instantly. 

"what deal?" y/n asked as she faced Tom.

"listen girl, we don't have time for you're shit, tell us where it is"

"no you listen you little shit, I have no fucking idea what you're talking about and even if I did, I'd never tell you, British assholes" y/n screamed, whispering the last part but was heard by Tom. 

From the look on Tom's face, he looked beyond angry and as if that last part was a trigger word for him, he roughly walked to y/n, pushing her down on the ground. y/n fell hard on the concrete floor, the chair picked up by Tom as he slammed it right on y/n's body. She let out a scream of pain as Tom continuously punched her abdomen in the same wound caused by the knife. y/n screamed and cried in pain, it was unbearable. Haz and the man came rushing toward Tom, pulling him away as he struggled against their grip. 

After a few minutes, Tom had calmed down and y/n was still on the floor in pain, the three men stood there watching her. As if y/n wasn't an idiot enough, "you just proved my point, British assholes" she shouted as loudly as she could through the shocks of pain. 

Though Haz struggled, he managed to get Tom out of the room as y/n coughed out blood. The man whose name she still didn't know managed to get some sympathy, he walked toward her, grabbing the chair and placing it properly as he gently grabbed her off the floor and placed her on the chair. 

As soon as he did, he walked out of the room, leaving y/n there crying from the pain. Now she didn't want to cry in front of the men, it'd make her seem weak and she didn't want them to think she's scared of them, even though it may be true. y/n held onto her abdomen tightly, trying to stop the blood that was rushing out, she cried quietly but stopped when the same man came back. Her gaze fell upon the box he was holding, he walked to her slowly kneeling right in front of her, placing the box beside him. y/n shifted lightly, fear radiating through her body and even though she wanted to seem strong, something about this man made her want to think other-wise. 

The man slowly made his way to the end of her shirt, he lifted it lightly as y/n tried stopping him, crying light sobs, "please don't kill me" which was funny because a few minutes ago, she was telling herself that she didn't care if she died. 

He lifted his eyes, staring at the girl in front of him who had tears in her eyes that was full of fear. He gave a warm smile as he went to the box beside him, opening it as y/n looked inside. It was full of medical items, with made her believe it was a first aid box. The man first took a pair of scissors, looking at y/n as he said "I'm going to have cut the bottom of your shirt so I can treat your wound, unless you want to take it off" Those were the first words that came from the man's mouth, his words were sweet, no hatred what so ever, just full of love and care, which surprised y/n considering his friends were the completely opposite. y/n nodded her head slowly as the man gave her a warm smile, take the scissors and cutting the bottom of her shirt off, turning it into a crop top. He took some rubbing alcohol, spilling it on some cotton balls, "this is going to hurt" he said as he placed it on her wound. y/n cried out in pain as he cleaned up the wound, "I'm sorry, my brother can be a little....crazy" he says unable to find the right words. 

"brother?" y/n questioned, to which he replied, "Tom, my brother and Haz our best friend" 

"great so this is what you do in your spare time, kidnap random girls" y/n spat out as the man gave a light chuckle, "no, you're just special" he whispered looking directly in her eyes , causing y/n to blush, which was stupid cause this man is her kidnapper and her brother just tried to kill her. Thankfully, he didn't notice her blush. 

After he was done cleaning the wound, he took out a needle and string. y/n widened her eyes, "are you a doctor" she said fearfully, "no but I can't take you to the hospital for obvious reasons. I know how to stich up a wound" 

y/n started shaking her legs, her hands fiddling as she was extremely scared of needles. The man placed his hand on hers, stopping her, they looked at each other as he gave his warm smile again, "don't worry, you'll be fine, just trust me" 

y/n slowly nodded her head, closing her eyes as he started to stich up her wound. She held onto the man's shoulder tightly, her nails digging through his skin, and after a few minutes "done" he said happily as y/n look down and saw her wound stitched up, "wow" she whispered. "your shoulder, umm I'm sorry" she said as she saw some blood visible through his white t-shirt. 

"don't worry about it" he smiled as he placed all the items back in the box, slowly walking out of the room.