this is now a noah centineo stan account ;)

anonymous said:

Okay so it’s no secret that Noah is like the softest human alive. And because of that I feel like he would sometimes get insecure especially if his gf and him hadn’t spent much time together lately. Could you please write a fic about that? Like y/n is hanging out with a male co-worker alot a Noah feels neglected/quiet when y/n figures out what’s up she comforts/reassures him? With a cute cuddly ending obvs!!

You got it!!

I’m gonna have this build off my STEM Reader x Noah Imagine, so be sure to read that beforehand! Additionally, check out my masterlist!

Word Count: 1,328

“Babe. Bab-Babe! I gotta go.” You say, attempting to break from Noah’s grasp. “I was almost late yesterday.”

“But I’m gonna miss youuuuuuuuu.” He says, pouting. He throws himself back on his couch like a toddler, frustrated.

“But don’t you want a smart, independent, financially secure girlfriend?” You says, straightening out your blouse and putting on your blazer.

“You know I don’t care about the last category.” He says, voice muffled through a pillow.

“Fine, we can split the bills 80/20 because of the gender wage gap.” You say, kissing the top of his head. “See you later!!” 

You grab your keys and take the elevator down to the garage. Your phone buzzes almost instantly, and it’s a snapchat from Noah. You open it and it’s a photo of him pouting with the caption, 

miss u already :(

Dork.

Here’s Parts 1, 2, and 3!

Here’s my masterlist!

Word Count: 898 ~damn, dis hoe short.

“Oh my GOD, Amelia. You would not believe how EMBARRASSING the whole ordeal was.” You say, talking into her pillow.

Thank god she had today off too. If she didn’t, your head might have combust with all of your thoughts in your own dorm. And the cherry on top of the embarrassment cake was that your phone would NOT stop buzzing.

“I guarantee you it wasn’t as bad as you think.” Amelia says, rubbing your back. “Especially if he keeps calling you.”

“It’s probably campus police telling me he’s suing me because I assaulted him with my mouth.” You say, flipping over.

“Oh my gosh. Didn’t he kiss you back?” She says.

“Yeah, but-” You say.

“Ah!” She says, holding up your hand, “And did he freak out after, or did he laugh?” 

“He laughed, but-” You say, sighing.

“Ah!!” She says again, turning your face to face hers. “I think you’re overreacting and that he’s calling you off the hook because he wants to hang out MORE with you on your off day.”

requested: nope

warnings: mentions of doctors visits (for flu), hospital surroundings, medical shot mentioned, swearing.

pairings: noah centineo x reader

summary: getting sick is something that happens to everyone. getting curved by the guy who took care of you while you were sick is a different story.

word count: 3.2k+

a/n: my last two things were happy, so i wanted to throw in a curve (LOL) ball for you all.

hope you all enjoy!! let me know what you think here.

if there are any more triggers you’d like me to list, please let me know!

Request: Was it all a lie? with Noah Centineo, ugh I love him and your writing

A/N: As requested here is prompt #3 “Was it all a lie?” This is just angst so if you guys want a part 2 let me know! I’m still working on part 2 of Under the Willow Tree so keep an eye out for that :) (Oh, and if I haven’t posted your request yet it’s because I’m working on it) x. 

It was getting close to 1AM and you were feeling pretty tired. The bass blaring from the club’s speakers was starting to give you a headache and the sporadic flashing of colourful lights wasn’t helping. But, you couldn’t help but smile at the goofy dance moves your boyfriend was doing on the dance floor. 

You and Noah have only been together for a few months but you’ve been friends for what felt like forever. You’d had a crush on him since you met and couldn’t believe it when he’d asked you out that night only a mere 3 months ago. Since then, everything felt blissfully perfect. Noah was always an amazing friend but he was an even better boyfriend. Everything he did and said was sweet, meaningful or funny. There was never a moment of unhappiness when you were around him. Noah was the sun, he brightened up your world and always made you feel warm. 

You wave at him from the booth where you and his lovely co-star Lana were sitting. He locks eyes with you and grins waving back at his favourite girls, his lovely girlfriend – you and his favourite co-star – Lana. 

“Thank you for pretending to date Noah. It was getting intense with people constantly saying we were together” Lana quips before taking another sip of the pink drink she was holding. 

“Wait, what did you just say?” the smile that was previously on your lips disappears and you frown, confused by her words. You and Noah were dating for real, so why was she saying otherwise? 

Noah Centineo x Y/N

Summary: With Noah’s rising fame, he seems to be neglecting the one person that means the most to him, Y/N.

A/N: Hey guys, so obviously I watched To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before (you should check it out if you haven’t, it wasn’t as cliche as I expected it to be) and I’m now in love with Noah Centineo! The second (and final) part of this writing with be out probably next Monday, so let me know if you wanna be tagged!! I have a lot of other contact coming out this week, so follow me to keep an eye out! Check out my masterpost below!! Requests are OPEN and feedback is appreciated! Thanks for reading everyone!

PART 2

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She hated feeling this way.

She knew it was wrong. She should be proud. He was finally achieving his dreams of becoming a serious actor and household name. And while she was proud, she couldn’t stop those other emotions from creeping in and ruining her mood.

Fear. Jealousy. Sadness.

The fear came from the idea that he would grow too big and forget about her. She lived all the way across the country and while they had been together for almost three years now, she knew how quickly relationships could end because of distance. It had been five months since they had seen each other in person and it was starting to take a toll on her.

She knew she had no right to be jealous, they were actors. But hearing the story about how Lara Jean’s background wasn’t staged and how him and Lana have really been bonding over things like hot yoga had really hurt her. She know he wasn’t doing it on purpose and that he would never cheat, but being so far away was clouding her thoughts.

The sadness showed up when she would look at her phone and see that he had barely been replying to her for a while now. It had started out as just late replies and a few missed FaceTime calls, but now she could barely remember the last time they had a full conversation, especially one that hadn’t revolved around his rising fame. He used to be the one that she would call anytime anything significant happened, but when she would go to dial his number, all she could see was the amount of missed calls where she had done the same thing and ended up disappointed yet again.

It really wasn’t healthy to keep all this in, but she wasn’t sure it was something she could talk to him about. Usually when (more like if now a days) he picked up her calls, he was always so happy and excited and she hated to ruin that because of her dumb feelings that didn’t even make sense. But when she saw the Instagram post of him and Lana, she knew it was time.

Surprisingly, it only took three rings for him to pick up. She had actually flinched in shock when he responded, having already planned on just leaving a voicemail. She was shaken from this when she heard him say again, “Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me.” A tear dropped from her eye when Noah excitedly greeted her before starting to ramble about when was going on in his life. “Noah,” she cut him off, “We need to talk.” He seemed to be confused as he responded, “Isn’t that what we’re doing, talking? I’ve missed you so much babe, I have so much to tell you.”

Before he could go off once more, she interrupted, “Noah, please.” At his silence, she continued, “We need to talk. Like a serious talk.” Noah sounded concerned as he asked, “Is everything okay? Is it your family, are they alright? You know I’ll be on the next flight over.” He was beginning to panic, so she quickly stopped him by saying, “Noah, calm down. My family is fine. Everyone else is fine.” This only caused him to panic more as he asked, “So you’re not fine? What’s going on, what can I do?”

Y/N sighed as she told him, “You can just listen.” At his silence she continued, “This isn’t working anymore, Noah. We’re different people now and we’re going separate ways. Can’t you feel the distance? When was the last time we had a full conversation without someone interrupting or work getting in the way. I’m just tired, Noah. I’m so tired of being the only one putting in effort. I can’t be put on the backburner anymore, I just can’t. I’m sorry Noah, it’s over.” Before he could try and fix things, she had already hung up.

Heartbroken, he went to call her when realization smacked him in the face. Right there, clear as day on his phone was all the effort she had been talking about. All the missed calls and voicemails and unanswered texts from her that he kept pushing off, saying to himself that he would reply later. It seems like all those laters had really added up. He turned around and threw his phone against the couch in anger. He stood there with his fist clenched before sighing and going over to his phone and dialing her number.

Just as he went to call, Lana walked in, “Hey Noah, we’ve gotta go. We’ve gotta be on stage in two minutes.” He sighed once more before closing his phone and then opening it to see a picture of him and Y/n on his background. It broke his heart, but he knew what he had to do. Maybe one more ‘later’ wouldn’t hurt. “Yeah, let’s go.”

word count: 4k

summary: your love story with peter described through the seasons. 

fall

peter would start falling for you in the fall

it wouldn’t be anything crazy because he’d be with gen at the time

but when he saw you sitting in his English class, he’d think, “wow this girl is really cute”

and that’s it. literally, that’s all he thinks and he expects that to be his last thought of you

especially since he had a girlfriend. he shouldn’t think this way if he had a girlfriend right??

but he does

you’re in his thoughts every single moment after that

he’d see you walking down the hallway and have the biggest urge to just walk right next to you and hold your hand

he’d see you at lunch and think, “she’s even cute when she eats” and continues to stare at you

and when his friends punch him in the shoulder, he’d make an excuse about he was looking at some announcement poster

his thoughts were always like that

“she’s even cute when she runs.”

“oh my god she’s even cute when she’s looking for her pencil.”

“i’ve never seen a girl look so cute turning a page in a book.”

“her smile is so cute, will she ever smile at me like that??”

lara jean talking about the letter w/ peter because honestly her letter is so sweet but it’s so funny

- “In a low, quiet voice, Peter says, “Just so you know I don’t have any STDs.. I also don’t always take the last piece of pizza.” - “Wait.” He hesitates, “Listen I didn’t mean to steal your first kiss or whatever. I mean, that wasn’t my intention-“

the actual way peter and lara jean kissed not that spin the bottle bs peter has loved her since literally the seventh grade

- “Peter and I were downstairs alone, the last two to be picked up. We were sitting on the couch.” - “And then out of nowhere, he said, “Your hair smells like coconuts… Then Peter Kavinsky leaned right in and kissed me, and I was stunned.”

okay noah said in an interview that they decided to change the original kiss because it was hard to shoot -which is understandable- but the original is SO cute

“That’s when I see him. Peter Kavinsky, walking down the hallway. Like magic. Beautiful, dark-haired Peter. He deserves background music, he looks so good. I run up to Peter and launch myself into his arms like a shot out of a cannon. I’ve got my arms around his neck and my legs hooked around his waist… Peter’s expression is registering pure shock and disbelief and maybe a drop of amusement, because Peter likes to be amused.

Raising his eyebrows he says, “Lara Jean? What the-?” I don’t answer, I just kiss him… My heart is beating so fast I forget to be afraid of doing it wrong. Because for about three seconds, he’s kissing me back. Peter Kavinsky, the boy of every girls dreams, is kissing me back.”

peter being low-key jealous

part one

“John Ambrose McClaren.” Peter’s eyes widen. “McClaren? When did you like him?” “Eighth grade.” “I thought you liked me in eighth grade!”

part two

“At dinner I get a text from Peter. It says, If you’re going to hang out with Sanderson, can you at least not do it in public?”

THE LIBRARY SCENE

“He pushes away from the wall and puts his head in my lap, and I go completely still. I try to make my voice sound normal as I say, “You’re in a really strange mood today.” He raises an eyebrow at me. “What kind of mood am I in?” “The obnoxious kind,” I say, and he laughs. “I’m sleepy.” He closes his eyes and snuggles against me. “Tell me a bedtime story, Covey.””

LARA JEAN SITTING IN PETERS LAP AT THE PARTY

“I stand there for a second and then I go for it: I do what a girl in love with Peter would do. I do what Genevieve would do. I march right in and plop down in his lap like it’s my rightful place.”

talking in his car

Lara Jean; “Do you think there’s a difference? Between belonging with and belonging to, I mean? Peter; “Sure. One implies choice; the other doesn’t.”

the estate sale!!!!

- “Peter’s mom’s van pulls up… before I can say a word, he says, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But look what I brought you.” He passes me a donut in a napkin, still warm. “I stopped and got it special, right when they opened at seven thirty. It’s mocha sugar.” - “You’re crazy,” Peter says, pulling me back in by the hem of my shirt. He’s looking at me like he did that day I kissed him in the hallway. Like I’m different than he thought.”

the notes

- “During chemistry, Peter writes me a note that says, Can I come over tonight to study for the test? I write back, I don’t remember study sessions being in the contract. After he reads it, he turns around and gives me a wounded look. I mouth, I’m kidding!” - “Meet you at your locker after school?” - “Can I borrow your chemistry notes from yesterday? - “Can you take the bus home today? I want to surprise Kitty and pick her up from school so she can show me and my car off to her friends.” - “Thanks for coming to the estate sale with me this weekend. You made the day fun. I owe you one.” - “Don’t forget to pack a Korean yogurt for me!” - (see christmas cookie bonanza) “If you make Josh’s dumb white-chocolate cranberry cookies and not my fruitcake ones, it’s over.” - “You look pretty today. I like you in blue.”

the literal whole halloween part (Jenny Han said that they couldn’t do it bc of copyright w/ marvel and hp but it would’ve been great

“His eyes are big. “You look hot,” he says, sounding surprised. “What are you? An anime character?” “No,” I say, or more like snap. “I’m Cho Chang.”

lara jean being sweet to peter bc he’s nice to kitty

lunch

peter likes lara jean

“He definitely likes her, Kitty agrees, her mouth full. “He… he looks at you a lot, Lara Jean. When you’re not paying attention. He looks at you, to see if you’re having a good time.””

PETER KISSING LJ JUST IN CASE JOSH IS WATCHING

“You forgot your bag,” he says, glancing over toward Josh’s house. “I know,” I say breathlessly. “Thanks for coming back.” “Is he out there?” “I don’t know. He was a minute ago.” “Then just in case,” Peter says, and he leans his head out and kisses me on the lips, open-mouthed and sure. “…He drives off into the night and I’m still standing there with my fingers on my lips. Peter Kavinsky just kissed me. He kissed me, and I liked it. I’m pretty sure I liked it. I’m pretty sure I like him.”

THE CHRISTMAS COOKIE BONANZA

- “Peter’s here; he stopped by after school to work on chem, and now it’s hours later and he’s still here. He and Kitty and I are in the living room going through the cookbooks.” “Hey, what about these?” Peter pushes a cookbook in my lap. It’s opened up to a fruitcake cookie recipe. I gag. “Are you kidding? You’re kidding, right? Fruitcake cookies? That’s disgusting.” “When done right fruitcake can be really good,” Peter defends. [Lara Jean tells story of “A Christmas Memory” by Truman Capote] “That’s depressing,” Peter says. “Forget the fruitcake cookies.”

- “Josh!” I hear her [Kitty] squeal. Peter’s head jerks up. “He’s here to see Kitty,” I tell him. “Yeah, right.”

- …”You’re making my favorite, right?” Josh gives me puppy-dog eyes… “What’s your favorite?” Peter asks him. “Because I think the list is pretty set.”

sorry that one was long af but its so cute i wish it was in the movie

josh kissing lara jean and peter being jealous

- “And then he [Josh] jerks his head towards mine, and he kisses me. On the lips. His eyes are closed, mine are wide open.”

- In chemistry class I write Peter a note. You were right about Josh. I tap him on the back and slip the note in his hand. When he reads it, he sits up straight and immediately scrawls something back. Be more specific. He kissed me. When Peter stiffens, I am ashamed to say that I feel a little bit vindicated. I wait for him to write back, but he doesn’t. As soon, as the bell rings, he turns around and says, “What the hell? How did that even happen?” “He came over to help us trim the tree.” “And then what? He kissed you in front of Kitty?” “No! It was just the two of us at the house.” Peter looks really irritated, and I’m starting to regret mentioning it. “What the hell is he thinking. kissing my girlfriend? It’s fucking ridiculous. I’m gonna say something to him.”

peter confessing that he likes lara jean at the ski lodge

Peter grabs my hand mid-swat and says, “Wanna hear something funny?” “What?” “I think I started liking you.” “…Stop teasing.” “I’m not teasing. Why do you think I kissed you that day at McClaren’s house back in seventh grade? It’s why I went along with this thing in the first place. I’ve always thought you were cute.”

THE HOT TUB

THE END

“It’s like … it’s like there’s only ever been Peter. Like everyone else that came before him, there were all to prepare me for this. I think I see the difference now, between loving someone from afar and loving someone up close. When you see them up close, you see the real them, but they also get to see the real you. And Peter does. He sees me, and I see him.

Summary: The five times the universe appeared to be against you when you wanted to ask Peter Kavinsky out.

Word Count: 4,145. (grab a cup of tea or something, this shit is long)

A/N: First PK fic!!! Ugh, I’m so excited and happy for this one and I hope you guys enjoy it! I know I’ve recycled this kind of a idea in the past, but oh well. A special thank you to @jurassicbarnes & @everythngiwant for all their help. Bless up.

Here’s Part 1 and Part 2, and here’s my masterlist!

Word Count: 1,161

11:30am.

You were all set to go for your meet up with Peter. You wore black knee-high boots with a slight heel, dark wash-blue high waisted jeans, and a cable knit cream-colored crop sweater. You adorn your lashes with a few strokes of mascara, and coat your lips with clear lipgloss. Then, you walk over to the mirror and do a spin.

Damn, I’m hot.

Your phone buzzes.

From Amelia.

You chuckle and unlock it.

Amelia: Ready for your DA?

You stare at the phone in confusion. You text back:

Y/N: DA?

Your phone buzzes almost immediately with her response.

Amelia: DICK APPOINTMENT

Y/N: OH GOD NO THAT’S NOT WHAT’S HAPPENING??

Amelia: …did you not know going out for coffee was code for hooking up? 

Here’s Part 1, and here’s my imagines masterlist!

Word Count: 1,271

Enjoy!

“WHAT??? You know him? You went to HIGH SCHOOL WITH HIM?” Amelia says, placing her hands on your shoulders and shakes them. Your head bobs back and forth a little, then you place a hand on hers. 

“First of all, yes. Second of all, please stop shaking me.” You say, reassessing your equilibruim before hopping on her bed.

She hops up next to you.

“I really should get a stool or something. There’s no reason this bed should be this high.” She says, crossing her legs. “But I’m just trying to figure out how you know the hottest, youngest Professor at Angelica Schuyler University.”

You shrug your shoulder and sigh.

“I mean, I was in 9th grade when he was in 12th. But I was one of those math prodigy kids, so we were in the same math class. He asked me for my notes a couple time throughout the year. We spent the most time together when I tutored him for a week straight before our Calc final. He had a 71% in the class, and the final was 20% of our grade. His girlfriend was also in the class, but she only had an 87% in the class and I had a 99%. With my help, he got an A+ on the final and a 92% in the class. He took bought me a burger and a shake to thank me.” You say, sipping water out of your hydroflask.

Amelia’s eyes, as well as her mouth are wide open.

“Wait, girlfrliend?” She says.

You roll your eyes. 

“That’s really all you gathered from the story?” You say.

Here’s my masterlist!

Word Count: 1,435

It’s your first day of college and you’re trying to make your way around campus. As you walk into your first Geography GE as a freshman–late, you see a familiar face.

“Shitshitshit.” You say, rushing across campus to your 9am, hour and 15 minute lecture. You check your phone for the time, and it says 9:15am.

I’m a literal genius. How do I sleep through my alarm on my first day of college?

You wipe the single bead of sweat from your forehead as you approach the doors to the lecture hall. You unlock your phone to pull up your class schedule to verify the room number.

Moore 2000

Yep, that’s it.

“Here goes nothing.” You say, walking through the double doors. You’re immediately met with two more sets of double doors, one on the right and one of the left. You choose to walk through the left side and the door slams, hard.

Every head in the room turns to look at you.

“Well, well, well. It looks like somebody’s late.” The professor says adjusting his glasses and leaning on his podium. He had wavy hair down to his ears, and was dressed in a wavy blue cotton tee and khakis with what looked like converse.

Holy shit, he’s cute.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry. My alarm didn’t go off.” You say, tip-toeing down the aisle trying to find a seat in the packed lecture hall. As you look, your eyes catch a glimpse of the projector where the professor’s name is displayed above the white board.

Professor P. Kavinsky, Graduate Student

P. Kavinsky? As in… Peter Kavinsky? There’s no way. No way at all that THAT is Peter Kavinsky. He looks like someone’s father. And last time I checked, he was in 12th grade when I was in 9th…

“Well- What is your name?” He says, placing his chin in his palm.

a/n: alright y’all here is the final part of ‘this is fake right?’ mini series that came out of nowhere lmao. i hope that you all enjoy this one as much as i’ve enjoyed writing it. thank you for all of the love and the past two parts!! and please let me know what you thought (:

part I (this is fake right?)  part II (it was all fake right?

word count: 3,214 (okay wow i didn’t think i wrote that much lmao)

warnings: like before some cuss words

After the argument you two had, you went home and locked yourself inside of your room. Your Dad had tried to get you to come out with bribes of his famous cheeseburgers and dark chocolate fudge cake which he knew were your two favorite dishes he made but you refused. That’s when he knew something was really wrong with you because you never turned down a burger and cake.

However, you weren’t in the mood to eat or interact with anyone at all.

Your little sister also attempted to coax you out of your bedroom by asking to have a movie night with her. Also something you always said yes to because you honestly loved spending time with her, she was the polar opposite to you. Ava was a vibrant young girl who was always looking for an adventure to embark on. You envied her tenacity and ability to try new things which always made you want to do things with your sister. So when she was met with silence when she suggested you two do a double feature of your favorite movies she also realized that whatever you were going through was serious.

Summary: He was the boy everyone envisioned falling in love with the moment they laid eyes on him. He had the sparkling brown eyes, the hair with the perfect amount of crazy curls, and the smile that could save millions. And I was stupid enough to fall for him too.

Chapter 1

Love.

It’s suppose to apparently come out of nowhere, and hit you hard without any warning. At least, that’s what everyone around me tells me. I’ve witnessed countless couples on this college campus fall in love, but you’d never expect them to be together. Like the bad boy that smokes and wears leather stands outside his 4.0 GPA girlfriend’s upper division math class just to ask how it was working with equations longer than their relationship. Or the shy science guy showing his sorority girlfriend how to work with chemicals in order to create a reaction, which causes one in her and she kisses him in infatuation. But when it comes to me, love just didn’t seem to exist. I was quiet, didn’t socialize a ton, and spent most of my time with my nose stuck in the books. Guys seemed to look past me, or only talk to me when they needed help with their biology. They were nice, but I knew they only needed me for my brain, never any other part of me. 

“Y/N! Are you listening to me?” My best friend Nichole calls across the coffee table. I shake out of my daze, holding my warm beverage, and apologize for spacing out. “What’s got you so working up anyway?” She turns around in her chair to scope out the parts of the coffee shop she couldn’t see, and once her eyes land on him, she knows why I can’t seem to pay attention to anything else.

She spots the college boy that’s there every day, from 5pm to 8pm, with his typical drink of black coffee and a croissant, aside his bright laptop, a few textbooks and a notebook. His eyes fixated on the screen and page he’s writing on for whatever class he had that day. The way his hair just slightly fell over his eyes, he’d have to push it away sometimes but other times he kept it there because his studies seemed more important than whether he could see fully or not. His long fingers grip the pen he’s holding so hard that his veins pop out a little on top of his hands, and I could only imagine how big those veins could swell if he were to do something else. 

“Oh, now I get it.” She winked at me. “Mr.Noah, at his typical spot doing his typical work. Isn’t that boy also on the football team?”

“And the debate team, and occasionally theatre club.” I said quickly, my eyes still looming over his dimly lit face.

But as if on cue, the bane of my existence, walks in. His girlfriend.

She walks over and plops her bag on the chair beside him, giving him a light kiss on his cheek to which he responds with a slight smile, looking back down at his paper. My eyes avert from where they were looking before and begin to look intensely at my coffee cup. Nichole does a quick turn around to see her, and gives me a sympathetic smile.

“You’re so much better for him, she’s just a passing phase.”

“Nichole, they’ve been together for 4 years now, no breaks, no nothing. If I was the better choice, they wouldn’t be a couple.”

“Not to bring you down sis but even if Noah was single, you wouldn’t even make a move. So you’d be stuck in the same position you are now, staring at him from afar like one of those romance novels you love so much.” It was a love/hate thing with Nichole’s blatant honesty, it was appreciated, but I hated it because she was always right.

I’ve been secretly in love with Noah for the past 4 years. We went to high school together, and everyday I’d study out near the football field just to watch the teams practices, but it didn’t help that his girlfriend Victoria was also a cheerleader, giving her allstar boyfriend kisses and cheering for him. We had a few classes together like biology and english, and occasionally he’d ask me a question to make sure he was on the right track, and all I would give is a simple nod then focus back on the lesson. It didn’t help my case when I found out the only reason he went to my college was because of a football scholarship, and that he’s my next door neighbor in the dorms, seeing as the buildings are co-ed. I could tell sometimes when we’d get home at the same time that he’d be waiting for a ‘hello’ or ‘how was your day’, but I quickly unlocked my apartment door and shut it, sighing with my back shoved up against it. Noah wasn’t meant to be with someone like me, so I never pursued anything.

I only wrote a single letter, addressed to Noah himself. His name beautifully written in cursive with little heart designs surrounding it, in a crisp envelope neatly tucked away in my english binder. Even Nichole didn’t know about it. I wrote it one night when I got home and saw Victoria leaving Noah’s apartment in one of his hoodies, giving him a long sweet kiss before she road the elevator to her own dorm. Noah and I made eye contact for a good 5 seconds before I practically ran into my apartment almost vomiting in the kitchen sink. You ever feel something so strongly that it doesn’t just stay emotional but becomes physical too? That the feeling of love is so strong inside of you that you don’t even know how to deal with it? Well my feelings for Noah make me sick.

Eventually I saw Victoria cuddling up to Noah as he was packing up his stuff, and those sick feelings started building up in my stomach and a sinking feeling caved in my chest.

“I need to go home now, please.” And soon Nichole and I were sprinting back to our apartment.

“Hey, Bryan just texted me right now, I’m going to head up to his dorm for a few, maybe even overnight. Don’t save any dinner for me.” She stayed in the elevator while I got off at our floor, walking back slowly to our room. It was just Nichole and I, which was nice because she was like my sister. We typically got annoyed with each other as two people would who spend so much time together, but we got over it quickly, and made up always. And because her boyfriend lived in the same building as us, she sometimes wasn’t home at night which left me to a quiet apartment where I could make the dinner I wanted and watch the movie I loved the most, before taking a relaxing long shower and finally falling asleep to peace. 

I had just gotten to our apartment when I heard footsteps approaching down the hall. My head whips as I see the man of my dreams strutting down as if it was a runway. I quickly fumble with my eyes as I catch on to his gaze, and now he’s not only walking to his dorm door, but to mine. I look down and try to find the key that corresponds to our lock, and before I could even jam it in right, I feel his body heat radiating onto my exposed arms. 

“Hi.” He simply says, with a smile on his lips.

“Hi.” I say back friendly, but continue to look for the right key.

“I was just going to ask you if you have the notes from English today? I’ve been distracted with football practices that I haven’t been paying much attention in class.” I gave up and slumped my shoulders, looking up at him while clutching my binder and give him a simple nod. “Do you mind if I borrow them? I promise I’ll give them back, maybe even later on tonight if you’re still up! And I’ll buy you a coffee tomorrow morning before your 8 am, your usual, 3 shots of espresso with soy milk and cinnamon on top right?” My eyes scrunched together, and I looked around to see if anyone was playing a joke on me right now. The, Noah, remembers my coffee order? “I hear you order it all the time, and I’ve seen the writing on the outside of the cup before, trust me I’m not some creep.” I put my hand up singling him to stop before he says anything else stupid.

“I’ll let you borrow my notes, no coffee, no charge. Just bring them back tonight, I’ll be up.” I opened my binder messily, and grabbing the notes from the front pocket, about 3 papers in total. I handed them to Noah and proceeded to open my apartment door, and before I could even close the door, he uses his sport strength to keep it open that much longer.

“I wish you wouldn’t always ice me out Y/N. You’ve been doing it since high school.” I sigh, setting my stuff down on our dining table and putting a hand on my hip before turning back to Noah.

“I’m not icing you out, I’m just not as social or talkative as you.”

“I would really like it if you went to the football tomorrow night, be social for a night. I remember seeing your face at our practices and games last year, and to be honest it made me work harder every time.” I almost choked on my damn saliva while also feeling like I had dry mouth, the things this damn boy does to me. My eyes went big and I instantly bit the inside of my lip almost drawing blood.

“Uh, w-what time is it?” Was all I could say back.

“We warm up at 6, going out and play at 7. First game of the season, and I’m leading it.”

“But I mean won’t Victoria be there? Cheering you on on the field?”

“Yeah, so?”

“So that means you don’t need me there.” He gave a slight chuckle, before looking up at me with those smizing eyes. 

“Like I said, I play better when I know you’re watching.” The room fell silent, and I quickly went up to the door putting my hand on the knob.

“I’ll go if you leave, just slip the notes underneath the door when you’re done.” And slammed the door before he could intervene once again. I fell back onto it with a huge sigh and my heart beating a hundred miles a minute. My hands felt clammy and my head started to spin. He wanted me there. He had noticed me in high school. Where was all of this before? Why is he all of a sudden spilling these details out as if they mean anything now?