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A/N: here’s part 3, finally. i’m sorry it took so long, the past few weeks have been crazy busy and honestly things still are crazy in my life but i found the time to write this and i’m pretty happy with the outcome! pleaseee give me feedback and let me know if you want me to continue!!

summary: fan!Y/N has david as her lockscreen which, to people who don’t know david, looks like he’s her boyfriend. who will come to her rescue when the question of “is that your boyfriend?” is asked and what will spark from this quick save?

warnings: some cursing, mentions of alcohol use

word count: 1170

part 1 / part 2

Your two best friends had previously promised to pick you up at the airport when you landed, so you half expect to see them as soon as you left the airport. Uneasiness sets in as you struggle to find them, praying they didn’t forget. Of course you knew they wouldn’t, forgetfulness not being one of their traits, but you still worry. After searching up and down the street, you spot them-the sound of dropped bags and excited squeals echoes across the expansive area as you embrace your friends.

“I missed you guys so much!”

“We missed you too! It’s tough splitting the bill between only two people.” Kacey, one of your two best friends, jokes. You roll your eyes and playfully tug on a strand of her blonde hair, receiving a flick to the arm in response. All three of you erupt into laughter, just so elated to be reunited.

“Seriously though Y/N, we really missed you. How was your flight?” This is said by your other best friend, Morgan. Her comforting brown eyes fix themselves on you, waiting for a response, as she tucks her black hair behind her ear.

“It was,” you bite your lip to contain your excitement, “amazing. I met this incredible guy, you actually might know him.”

Your two friends can’t help but drop their jaws in synchronized disbelief. Meeting a cute boy and actually being excited about him was a rare occurrence for you, so it isn’t strange that they’re so surprised.

“Is he hot? What’s his name? How would we know him?”

“Jesus, Kace, let her breathe!”

You’re about to share all the details when a horn honks behind you and an angry driver shows his middle finger out the window. You wave apologetically, realizing that your friends’ car is holding up traffic, and pick up your bags.

“I’ll tell you in the car, okay? Now hurry up and help me get my shit into the trunk, we’re pissing people off.”

Morgan aids you in loading your belongings into the back of the car, chatting quietly with you about how you’ve been in general. Kacey, on the other hand, throws her middle finger up in the air and furrows her brows at the man who honked at you.

“Slow your roll, buddy! Have some fucking patience and-“

“Kacey! Get in the car!” You shout in a fit of giggles, trying your best to sound stern. She sticks out her tongue, at you or at the man you’re not sure, and climbs into the passenger seat.

“Okay, so tell us about this boy.” Morgan says as she pulls away from the curb.

***

“So we’re just gonna pretend you didn’t get asked out by a cute millionaire?” Kacey shouts from across the room as the three of you are getting ready for your night out. You laugh and continue applying your mascara, looking over at Morgan with an amused look.

“No one’s pretending anything, Kacey, we’re just treating it like any other boy she would meet.”

“That’s the thing though, she wouldn’t meet any other boy.” This evokes an eye roll from you, your friends really have no faith in you.

“Guy’s i’m-well-we’re gonna meet up with him tomorrow night, okay? Let’s just finish getting ready so we can go out, I need a party.”

“We’re invited?” The mischief in Kacey’s voice is clear as day and you’re instantly regretting mentioning it. You don’t want to mess anything up with David and you don’t know how he’ll respond to Kacey shenanigans.

“If you promise to be good, yeah you can come. I’m sure Dave has some friends you’d be interested in.”

“ ‘Dave’, huh?” Morgan smiles at your use of the nickname and a blush overtakes your features. You ignore her comment and move on to brush through your eyebrows. What you don’t see is the smug look on Morgan’s face.

Once all three of you are satisfied with your appearance and have properly pregamed with Kacey’s vodka, you head out. Knowing your way around the city isn’t your strong suit, especially since you don’t live here, so you follow your friends blindly as they lead you to the club of their choice.

You enter the building and are instantly bombarded with colorful flashing lights and a thrumming base. Unable to focus your eyes on one particular thing, you fixate them on Kacey’s hand that has somehow found your’s. She leads you through the crowd, Morgan not far behind, and eventually you make it to a less populated area where it’ll be easier to enjoy yourselves. Kacey flops down on a seat and you join her, thankful for the opportunity to sit. You like this kind of atmosphere, but it can sometimes get to be a bit much.

“I’ll order us drinks,” Kacey wiggles her eyebrows, “maybe we can sneak into the VIP lounge.”

You turn your head in the direction that Kacey jabs her hand in and you see the space she’s talking about. It isn’t too fancy, just a nicer, semi-secluded section of the club. Compared to the sea of people you had just waded through, though, it looks amazing. You only laugh at her suggestion because the three of you would never be let in to a place like that.

Kacey leaves to find you all some alcohol and you and Morgan look to each other, unsure of what to do in the meantime. The two of you swing your hips to the music and take a few selfies that will never see the light of day in order to remember the moment. You wave hello to Kacey, who has just returned with a platter full of drinks in her hands.

“Ladies, I present you with your appetizers.”

You grab one of the many small glasses and down the shot, wincing at the burn but still taking another. You extend your hand out to Morgan, who just sat down, jiggling it until she takes it. You spin her around and pull her back into your chest clumsily, earning a hearty laugh and a spin of your own. Kacey takes your hand from Morgan and she has you spinning so much that eventually the world around you is turning on its axis, too.

You stumble backwards while moving your hips to the music and find yourself tripping over the cheap velvet rope that separates the VIP section from the rest of the club. You fall down with your legs flailing out and you internally thank yourself for choosing to wear pants, not wanting to flash all of LA. You aren’t hurt and when Morgan and Kacey run to check on you, they find you in a giggling mess on the floor. You bask in the ridiculousness of the whole situation until you see the look on your friends’ faces drop.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice calls out from behind you.

You lean your head back and up, your eyes meeting the gaze of the chocolate ones you had stared at all morning.

A/N: here’s part 3, finally. i’m sorry it took so long, the past few weeks have been crazy busy and honestly things still are crazy in my life but i found the time to write this and i’m pretty happy with the outcome! pleaseee give me feedback and let me know if you want me to continue!!

summary: fan!Y/N has david as her lockscreen which, to people who don’t know david, looks like he’s her boyfriend. who will come to her rescue when the question of “is that your boyfriend?” is asked and what will spark from this quick save?

warnings: some cursing, mentions of alcohol use

word count: 1170

part 1 / part 2

Your two best friends had previously promised to pick you up at the airport when you landed, so you half expect to see them as soon as you left the airport. Uneasiness sets in as you struggle to find them, praying they didn’t forget. Of course you knew they wouldn’t, forgetfulness not being one of their traits, but you still worry. After searching up and down the street, you spot them-the sound of dropped bags and excited squeals echoes across the expansive area as you embrace your friends.

“I missed you guys so much!”

“We missed you too! It’s tough splitting the bill between only two people.” Kacey, one of your two best friends, jokes. You roll your eyes and playfully tug on a strand of her blonde hair, receiving a flick to the arm in response. All three of you erupt into laughter, just so elated to be reunited.

“Seriously though Y/N, we really missed you. How was your flight?” This is said by your other best friend, Morgan. Her comforting brown eyes fix themselves on you, waiting for a response, as she tucks her black hair behind her ear.

“It was,” you bite your lip to contain your excitement, “amazing. I met this incredible guy, you actually might know him.”

Your two friends can’t help but drop their jaws in synchronized disbelief. Meeting a cute boy and actually being excited about him was a rare occurrence for you, so it isn’t strange that they’re so surprised.

“Is he hot? What’s his name? How would we know him?”

“Jesus, Kace, let her breathe!”

You’re about to share all the details when a horn honks behind you and an angry driver shows his middle finger out the window. You wave apologetically, realizing that your friends’ car is holding up traffic, and pick up your bags.

“I’ll tell you in the car, okay? Now hurry up and help me get my shit into the trunk, we’re pissing people off.”

Morgan aids you in loading your belongings into the back of the car, chatting quietly with you about how you’ve been in general. Kacey, on the other hand, throws her middle finger up in the air and furrows her brows at the man who honked at you.

“Slow your roll, buddy! Have some fucking patience and-“

“Kacey! Get in the car!” You shout in a fit of giggles, trying your best to sound stern. She sticks out her tongue, at you or at the man you’re not sure, and climbs into the passenger seat.

“Okay, so tell us about this boy.” Morgan says as she pulls away from the curb.

***

“So we’re just gonna pretend you didn’t get asked out by a cute millionaire?” Kacey shouts from across the room as the three of you are getting ready for your night out. You laugh and continue applying your mascara, looking over at Morgan with an amused look.

“No one’s pretending anything, Kacey, we’re just treating it like any other boy she would meet.”

“That’s the thing though, she wouldn’t meet any other boy.” This evokes an eye roll from you, your friends really have no faith in you.

“Guy’s i’m-well-we’re gonna meet up with him tomorrow night, okay? Let’s just finish getting ready so we can go out, I need a party.”

“We’re invited?” The mischief in Kacey’s voice is clear as day and you’re instantly regretting mentioning it. You don’t want to mess anything up with David and you don’t know how he’ll respond to Kacey shenanigans.

“If you promise to be good, yeah you can come. I’m sure Dave has some friends you’d be interested in.”

“ ‘Dave’, huh?” Morgan smiles at your use of the nickname and a blush overtakes your features. You ignore her comment and move on to brush through your eyebrows. What you don’t see is the smug look on Morgan’s face.

Once all three of you are satisfied with your appearance and have properly pregamed with Kacey’s vodka, you head out. Knowing your way around the city isn’t your strong suit, especially since you don’t live here, so you follow your friends blindly as they lead you to the club of their choice.

You enter the building and are instantly bombarded with colorful flashing lights and a thrumming base. Unable to focus your eyes on one particular thing, you fixate them on Kacey’s hand that has somehow found your’s. She leads you through the crowd, Morgan not far behind, and eventually you make it to a less populated area where it’ll be easier to enjoy yourselves. Kacey flops down on a seat and you join her, thankful for the opportunity to sit. You like this kind of atmosphere, but it can sometimes get to be a bit much.

“I’ll order us drinks,” Kacey wiggles her eyebrows, “maybe we can sneak into the VIP lounge.”

You turn your head in the direction that Kacey jabs her hand in and you see the space she’s talking about. It isn’t too fancy, just a nicer, semi-secluded section of the club. Compared to the sea of people you had just waded through, though, it looks amazing. You only laugh at her suggestion because the three of you would never be let in to a place like that.

Kacey leaves to find you all some alcohol and you and Morgan look to each other, unsure of what to do in the meantime. The two of you swing your hips to the music and take a few selfies that will never see the light of day in order to remember the moment. You wave hello to Kacey, who has just returned with a platter full of drinks in her hands.

“Ladies, I present you with your appetizers.”

You grab one of the many small glasses and down the shot, wincing at the burn but still taking another. You extend your hand out to Morgan, who just sat down, jiggling it until she takes it. You spin her around and pull her back into your chest clumsily, earning a hearty laugh and a spin of your own. Kacey takes your hand from Morgan and she has you spinning so much that eventually the world around you is turning on its axis, too.

You stumble backwards while moving your hips to the music and find yourself tripping over the cheap velvet rope that separates the VIP section from the rest of the club. You fall down with your legs flailing out and you internally thank yourself for choosing to wear pants, not wanting to flash all of LA. You aren’t hurt and when Morgan and Kacey run to check on you, they find you in a giggling mess on the floor. You bask in the ridiculousness of the whole situation until you see the look on your friends’ faces drop.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice calls out from behind you.

You lean your head back and up, your eyes meeting the gaze of the chocolate ones you had stared at all morning.