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“So… have you had a good time?” Noah asked as you walked hand in hand back to the hotel. You’d be leaving Paris early tomorrow morning, so you two decided to go out for one last fancy dinner, watch the tower sparkle, then make your way back to the hotel. 

“It’s been amazing,” you said, nodding your head, “Thank you, Noah. I really mean it… I’ve needed this.” 

He chuckled, looking down at the ground for a moment before glancing back at you again. 

“What have I told you about thanking me, hm?”

You felt your cheeks suddenly warm, and you gave him a little smile. 

“So…” you said, looking up at the dark night sky, “What’s happening when we get home?”

“What do you mean?” Noah asked. 

You immediately felt shy, which you felt stupid for, since you’ve spent the last four days together. 

“I don’t know,” you said quietly, followed by a shrug, “I guess I’m gonna miss you.”

Noah stopped in his tracks, giving your hand a quick squeeze as you stopped beside him. 

“Baby,” he said with a quiet chuckle, “Just because we’re home doesn't mean we can’t spend time together. You know we live twenty minutes apart, right?”

That earned a reluctant smile from you. 

“That’s not the point.”

“Then what is the point?”

You hesitated for a moment as you wondered that yourself.

The point was that this trip had felt like you were in your own bubble, a perfect little world where neither of you had responsibilities or stress- besides the phone calls Noah had to take every now and then. But it felt like now it was coming to an end, the bubble was inevitably going to pop, and you weren’t sure what was going to happen after it did. 

Noah’s face softened, he had learned to read you over these days, and so he knew right now that you were overthinking. 

“You think this ends when we get home?” 

You didn’t answer that, which answered for you. Noah held his arms open, an invitation for you to step into them. 

“Come here.” He said, and so you did. 

He wrapped his arms around you, the two of you standing in the middle of the street, before pulling back to look you in the eyes. 

“Listen to me.” You did. “When we get home, I’ll still call you.” You smiled, “I’ll still annoy you, I’ll still take you to dinner, I’ll still spend time with you.” 

Your chest felt a little lighter, your heart fluttering at how simply he’d said it, like he didn’t even have to think twice. Then Noah tilted his head slightly as you pulled back.

“And if I remember correctly, you’ve got about fifty shopping bags full of things you need to show off- and I plan on letting you.” 

You chuckled, before taking his hand again as you continued walking back to the hotel. 

“So, what kinda things do you want to do when we’re back home?” Noah asked, and you shrugged. 

“I don’t know. I thought you were the one who comes up with the plans.” 

“Well maybe I want you to take the lead,” he smirked, “C’mon, is there anywhere you wanna visit? Bars or restaurants you want to try? A concert you want to go to?”

You were quiet for a moment, thinking about it. Because there was something… 

“Actually…” You said, earning a grin from him. 

“What is it?”

“There’s a band I've always wanted to see, and they’re playing in our city in a few weeks.”

“Who?” He asked, and you looked up to meet his eyes. 

“Bring Me The Horizon.” 

Noah casually nodded his head, like you’d told him you wanted to go to the grocery store or something. 

“I can get us in.” 

You laughed. 

“No you can’t, all the tickets sold out in like 10 minutes. And I am not letting you give your money to scalpers for overpriced resale tickets.” 

“Oh, I won’t need to, baby.” He said smugly, making you stop in your tracks. 

“So how exactly do you plan on getting us in?” 

Noah just shrugged. 

“Oli owes me a favour.” 

“Oli… Oliver Sykes?” You scoffed, and it was clear Noah was trying not to laugh. 

“Yes.” 

You stared at him, like you were trying to figure out whether to believe him or not. 

“...You know Oli Sykes?”

Noah laughed. 

“Of course I do. My band opened for them a couple years ago. Y'know, I even sung Antivist on stage with him a few times.” 

You shook your head in disbelief. 

“How have you never told me this?”

“You never asked!” 

“Because I didn’t know I needed to ask!” You scoffed in disbelief.

Noah laughed again, and you were still staring up at him, trying to process all this information. You knew his band must’ve been doing well for him to have the money he has, but you didn’t quite realise who Noah was… 

“So you’re telling me… you’re friends with Oli?”

“We’ve worked together and we get along… I don’t know if he’d count me as a friend.” Noah chuckled, suddenly seeming a little shy.

“But you have his number right?” You asked, and Noah nodded his head. “Oh my god, text him!” 

“I can’t text him.” Noah laughed. 

“Please?”

“No.” 

“Pretty please?”

“No,” he chuckled, “He’s probably spending time with his kids or in rehearsals or something.”

You pouted. 

“Just one text? Just check in on him…?”

“I am not texting Oli at nearly midnight because the pretty girl I took to Paris told me to.” 

You let out a long sigh, shaking your head in defeat. 

“Baby,” he said, cupping your cheek in his hand, “I’ll make sure you get to see them, okay?”

“You will?” You smiled, your heart skipping a beat. 

“Of course I will.” He said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. And the excitement on your face must’ve been obvious because when he pulled away, his smile softened. “You got something to look forward to now, huh?”

You nodded as you wrapped your arms around Noah’s neck slowly, pulling him down into a kiss. 

“You better get us a good view.” You whispered against his lips, and he smiled.

“Only the best for you, sweetheart.”

… 

The trip home was too simple, too easy, you were waiting the entire time for something bad to happen- you flight to be delayed, bags to be lost- but no. It went perfectly. 

You slept most of the flight back, your head on Noah’s shoulder, his arm around you as he read his book. You didn’t have to wait too long to collect your luggage either, and before you knew it, you were sitting in the back of a car, on your way back to your apartment. 

However, this was where it would all change. 

Noah, as usual, refused to let you carry anything. You stepped out of the car and he was already lifting suitcases and grabbing bags. He had parked his car at your place before leaving, so he took his things first, throwing them into the back, before picking your bags back up and making his way up to your apartment. 

“How are you not struggling?” You laughed as he juggled everything. 

“I don’t lift weights for nothing, y'know.” He smirked as you dug through one of your bags for your keys. 

You unlocked the door, and the moment you pushed it open… Noah frowned. You were too busy shrugging off and hanging up your jacket to notice, but the further he walked in…

“Does it usually smell damp in here?” Noah asked, his brows slightly furrowed. 

Immediately, your stomach dropped. Because now he said it, you could smell it too- a stale, damp smell lingering in the air. Like the time your washing machine broke and started leaking while you were at work. 

“No… it shouldn’t.” You said quietly, suddenly panicked. 

Carefully, Noah set your bags down by the wall. 

“Stay there a second.” He said, before walking further into your apartment. 

The living room looked fine, but as he walked into the kitchen, his heart stopped. He called your name, and you followed him down the hallway, the smell getting stronger with each step. 

“What is it?” You asked, but when you spotted him, he was staring up at the ceiling in silence. 

Your heart started racing. The ceiling was stained brown, the paint bubbling in some spots, and in the corner by the wall it was slightly sagging. There were water marks running down the wall, water soaking the counters- 

“What the fuck…” You said in disbelief, taking a step forward. 

“Careful.” Noah reached out, catching your arm. 

Then you looked down. The floor was soaked. 

This had happened here once before, but not to this extreme. Your upstairs neighbour has had quite a few plumbing problems in the time you’ve been here. Thankfully last time you caught it in time before it could get any worse, but you remembered they were currently on vacation in Spain, and you had been gone for four days. There had been nobody to catch it this time. 

“Is that your bathroom?” Noah asked, nodding towards the door. 

“Yeah.” You said as you followed him towards it… 

It was even worse than you could’ve imagined. Paint was peeling, part of the ceiling had bowed downwards, water dripping onto the closed toilet lid. 

You wrapped your arms around yourself, suddenly feeling cold and stressed and overwhelmed. This was your safe space, your little apartment, the place you’d been looking forward to returning to after your trip. But it didn’t feel like yours like this. 

“Should we check the bedroom?” Noah asked carefully. 

You didn’t want to. You wanted to leave that door shut and pretend it couldn’t possibly be any worse… but you knew it was going to be bad. So you followed him again, and slowly pushed the door open. 

“Oh...” You said quietly, your heart sinking.

This room was the worst. Part of the ceiling above one side of your bed had collapsed, plaster and insulation all over your floor and bed. The wall closest to the bathroom was soaked, wallpaper peeling away from the wall, and your bedside table was ruined. The lamp sitting on it was tilted awkwardly beneath the fallen debris. 

What the hell had happened upstairs to cause this?

You just stood there, staring at it. Trying to process it. It was like all the excitement of Paris, the shopping, the laughter, the dinners, the joy you had felt, it had all been left on the other side of the ocean. 

Noah took a careful step closer, and after a moment, you felt his hand slide into yours. Your fingers wrapped around his, and then you looked down at them… then back up at him. Your vision started to blur, not because of your home, but because everything had been so perfect… it seemed the universe always hated you having nice things. 

“We'll sort this.” Noah said, his voice calm and firm, the tone he used all weekend whenever your mind started to run away with itself.

“But-”

Noah shook his head, cutting you off. 

“Call your landlord.” He said, and you nodded your head, “I’ll get some photos of it for you.” 

You nodded your head, swallowing hard as you reached into your pocket for your phone. 

“Then you come home with me.” 

Your head shot up.

“Noah, you've just spent all weekend with me!” You laughed in disbelief. 

But his expression didn’t change. 

“And…?”

You folded your arms, staring at him. 

“I dunno. You’ve probably had enough of me.” 

Yeah, that earned you a look. One that told you he’d found what you said ridiculous. 

“So where else are you gonna stay?” He asked, folding his own arms. 

“...I’ll figure something out. I’ll stay with Tom.” 

“Yeah?”

You paused for a moment, remembering what he had told you last week. 

“...Or I would. If his sister wasn’t there.”

Noah let out a chuckle as you dropped your head into your hands. He reached out, sliding an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into him. 

“Grab some more clothes or whatever you need, I’ll get some photos of the damage to send to your landlord.” He pulled back to look at your face, “Then I’m taking you home. No arguments.” 

You let out a long sigh. You didn’t want him to feel obliged, like he had to take you in out of guilt or politeness. But a part of you knew it wasn’t that way. He just wanted to make sure you’re okay, to look after you and make things easier. 

“I know what you’re thinking. Stop worrying about being a burden.” He said quietly as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “I want you to come home with me.”

"Okay." You said finally, earning a smile from him.

…

You spent the next hour frantically packing and waiting for your landlord to pick up the phone. Noah took photos of everything for you- the kitchen, the bathroom, the bedroom, the ceilings and the water damage creeping down the walls. Every time you thought he’d finished, he’d find something else that needed documenting.

Your landlord sounded horrified when he finally picked up. Apparently your upstairs neighbour had been impossible to contact for the last few days, and there had been concerns about a leak for a while now, after several complaints were made about a damp smell coming from their floor. But nobody had realised quite how bad it was. 

By the time the call ended, you were told someone would be coming out tomorrow to inspect it, insurance would be involved, and nobody could tell you how long repairs would take. Days, weeks, possibly even longer. You didn’t really hear much after that, you just knew you couldn’t stay here. So you packed some more. 

You packed things that were valuable, things that felt important. You were sure you’d be given the chance to come back and get the rest, but even Noah was telling you to take as much as you could today. He told you he had the room to store things for you if you needed. 

Though every time you added something to your bag, a voice in the back of your mind kept whispering the same thing.

You’re imposing. You’re going to outstay your welcome. You’re going to become a burden. He’s just too kind to say it to your face. 

Noah seemed to sense every single one of those thoughts without you saying a word, because when he found you standing in your bedroom staring blankly at a pile of clothes, he took the bag from your hands and started folding things himself. When you’d tried to carry your own bags back downstairs, he’d taken them too. When you’d apologised for the fifth time, he just looked at you… and that was enough to stop you mid apology. 

Now, thirty minutes later, you were pulling into Noah’s driveway. You were still blown away every time you looked at his house, it was so nice, the garden was so tidy, it was all just so perfect- and this was just the outside. 

“You okay?” Noah asked as he parked the car. 

“Mhm.” You hummed, before getting out. 

This time you insisted on helping him bring things in, since he didn’t only have your things in the car but his own too. So you grabbed his suitcase and poked your tongue out as if to say you can’t stop me and dragged it up the path. 

The moment you stepped inside, you were greeted with the homely scent of laundry detergent and whatever fancy air freshener he had plugged into the wall. You let out a long sigh as you set his bag down, because despite already going back to your place, you finally felt like you were at home. 

However, Noah wasn’t wasting any time. He carefully passed you, and headed up the stairs, carrying all the bags so easily. 

“Show off.” You chuckled under your breath. 

“I heard that.” He laughed from upstairs. 

A smile crept up on your face, and you followed him up the stairs… he had stopped just outside one of the rooms, set your bags down, and turned to look at you with a smile. 

“Right…” 

You immediately became suspicious.

“What?”

He shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Important question, would you rather stay in the guest room…” He gestured towards the door at the end of the hallway, “…or stay in here with me?”

The question caught you off guard, you didn't realise you were going to have to choose. You looked away for a moment, towards the bags, towards the floor- anywhere but him. Because the answer was embarrassingly obvious. 

You didn’t really want the guest room. Not after Paris. Not after falling asleep wrapped up in his arms. Not after waking up to sleepy kisses and coffee and his hand reaching for yours before either of you were fully awake.

The idea of sleeping alone suddenly felt strangely disappointing, and lonely… but at the same time, you didn’t want to feel like you were taking over his place suddenly. 

When you finally looked back at him, Noah’s expression softened, and he could tell what you were thinking through your hesitation.

“Why don’t we at least put your things in the guest room,” he said as he reached for your bags again, “So you’ve got your own space if you need it.” 

The words made your chest ache and feel soft both at the same time, god he was so considerate. He wasn’t pushing you one way or another, he was giving you the option, giving you a space that felt like yours, somewhere you could shut the door and sit by yourself and just breathe if you needed to. 

He pushed the door open and set the bags down by the bottom of the bed. 

“Feel free to unpack, take over the wardrobe and drawers, make it feel like home- you can even redecorate the place if you want.” He chuckled. 

“I’m not redecorating your guest room.” You smiled, “It’s lovely.” 

The room wasn’t huge, but it felt cozy. There was a big bed with fresh white sheets, a rather big dresser, and a window that overlooked the garden. It felt more like a hotel room than a spare bedroom- of course it did, everything Noah owned was unnecessarily nice. 

Noah brought the last of your bags up as you looked around, and despite yourself, you started feeling a little bit better. Sure, it wasn’t home, but you felt comfortable here already. 

“There,” Noah said as he set the last couple bags down, “And if you decide later that you want to crawl into bed with me… I won’t complain.” Noah smirked. 

You rolled your eyes. 

“Who said I want to spend another night with you?” You teased. 

“Hey, you were the one who didn’t want to come home from Paris because you’d miss me too much.”

“I never said that!” 

“Mm, you implied it, baby.” He said, his grin only widening. 

But then, before you could continue the argument, he reached out and gently squeezed your shoulder, the teasing fading a little.

“Everything’s gonna be okay, y’know.” He said, his voice a little softer. “Go unpack, take a shower- use the one in my room if you want, it’s less claustrophobic- and just make yourself at home, okay?” 

You nodded your head. 

“And what are you doing?”

“I’ll be downstairs, either in the studio or the kitchen. Just come find me when you’re done… if you want. Or take a nap, I noticed you were yawning in the car. Do whatever you want, okay baby?” He said with a kiss to your forehead before turning around and softly shutting the door behind him, leaving you standing alone in the guest room.

For a moment, you just stood there, letting the day sink in. Only this morning you were waking up in his arms in Paris, and although you didn’t really want to come home, you didn’t consider that you may not even have your own home to come back to. 

So you unpacked a few things until you found the bag of toiletries you took to Paris, then you grabbed a clean pair of pyjamas and stepped out of the room. Then your eyes drifted down the hallway, towards his bedroom. 

He told you to use his shower, though it felt a little weird… either way, curiosity for the better of you, and you pushed the door open. 

Immediately, you noticed his room felt very Noah. Not because it was particularly extravagant, but actually the opposite. It was clean and tidy without feeling sterile, comfortable without feeling messy. There were black curtains and dark wood furniture, a large bed with navy sheets that looked almost too inviting. In the corner of the room there was a bookshelf filled with books and little figures that you guessed were from a TV show he liked. 

A guitar rested against one wall, and on his dresser there were a couple framed photographs of what you guessed were him and his friends… except when you looked closer at the picture, you realised one of the guys in it had his face, but his hair was almost at his waist. Was that Noah? 

You just took in the room around you, and suddenly you were thinking about how this was the room he’d slept in every night while you were at home. The room he’d disappeared into after stressful days. The room he’d probably spent countless hours lying awake in, overthinking the same way you did.

For some reason, that thought made your heart feel strangely warm.

Then your attention drifted toward his bathroom.

Oh wow…

The shower alone was probably bigger than your entire bathroom at home. You shook your head and laughed quietly to yourself before stepping inside. 

You shut the door behind you, and started to undress. Then you turned the water on and waited a moment for it to warm up, and when you finally stood under it, it felt incredible. 

You definitely stayed in there longer than you meant to, letting the water wash away the unexpected stress of the day. For a little while, you managed not to think about any of it, you just stood there, feeling the hot water wash over you, letting out a long sigh. 

When you finally stepped out, you felt a lot better. You dried your hair, dried yourself and pulled on your tank top and sleep shorts, then glanced at yourself in the mirror. 

You could get used to this… 

Then you took a breath, put your things back in the guest room, and headed downstairs. The house was quiet, and you weren’t sure where to find Noah… but you could hear music coming quietly from somewhere. 

You followed the sound until you reached an open door near the back of the house. This must’ve been the studio. You knocked gently, then you heard him call out, come in. 

You pushed it open, and Noah was sitting at a large desk surrounded by screens, speakers, notebooks and so much equipment that you didn’t even know what half of it was or what it did. As you shut the door behind you, he looked over at you, and a smile crept up on his lips. 

“Hi, baby.”

Fuck, the way he’s been speaking to you lately had been making you feel a little weak in the knees. 

“What are you working on?” You asked as you stepped closer to him. 

“I’ve been trying to get the pitch right on a certain part, I got an idea for it yesterday that I wanted to try, so I told myself I’d try it out as soon as I got back… but it’s still not working.”

You gave a sympathetic smile, and then you noticed his eyes slowly travelling over you, taking you in. 

“Feeling better?” He asked. 

“A little.” You nodded. 

“Good.” Then he held one arm out toward you. “Come here.”

You smiled.

“What?”

“Come here.”

You closed the space, and before you could even ask what he wanted, Noah gently caught your hand and guided you toward him. Then patted his thigh, and your cheeks suddenly warmed. 

“You have chairs.” You pointed out. 

“I know.” 

You tried not to smile, but completely failed. You didn’t even attempt to argue, because quite frankly his lap looked rather inviting. So you carefully settled onto his lap, your legs either side of him, and you felt Noah wrap an arm around your waist. You moved about slightly until you were comfortable, then buried your face in his neck, breathing him in.

Noah and you both let out a content little sound.

“There.” He said quietly, his chin resting gently on the top of your shoulder, one hand holding you tightly, the other navigating whatever project was open on his screen. 

Neither of you said much for a while, you just sat there, letting your eyes fall shut, feeling more at peace than ever before, listening to the music softly playing through the studio speakers, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath your chest. After everything that had happened today, this was just what you needed.

Eventually though, Noah glanced at you.

“Comfortable?”

You nodded against his shoulder.

“Mhm.” You hummed, not even bothering to open your eyes. 

A small smile appeared on his face.

“Good.”

And as his arm tightened around your waist, you realised you hadn’t thought about your apartment in at least ten minutes. Which, considering the day you’d had, was probably Noah’s goal all along.

Every now and then, he’d reach for the mouse, or his hand would leave you so he could type something on the keyboard- but other than that, he barely moved. It felt so comfortable, so safe, so nice.

But after a while, your mouth started feeling a little dry. You remembered you’d barely drank anything all day, so you softly wriggled a little and lifted your head from his shoulder. 

“Noah?”

“Mm?”

“Can I get a drink?”

You were more than prepared to get up yourself, expecting him to point you towards the kitchen and tell you where the glasses were, maybe explain where he kept things. But instead, he lifted his brows and gently moved you from his lap to the sofa beside him. 

“‘Course, what do you want, baby?”

A smile tugged at your lips, because of course he wouldn’t let you get up to get it yourself. You were starting to learn these things about him. 

“Just water, please.” You said, looking up at him through your lashes. 

He nodded his head, then leaned down to press a quick kiss to your forehead. 

“Good girl,” he said, casually and quietly, “Such good manners.”

The words had left his mouth so easily that for a moment you weren’t entirely sure you had heard him right… especially since Noah seemed so oblivious to what he had just done, to the effect his words had on you as he disappeared off into the kitchen. 

Meanwhile you were left there in the studio, your brain unable to function properly. It wasn’t even that nobody had ever complimented you before, that was a total lie, but this just felt different. The approval in his voice almost made your head spin, you felt all warm and fuzzy inside in a way you couldn’t quite explain. But there was one thing you knew for certain. 

You liked it. A lot. 

A few minutes later, Noah returned carrying a glass of water, and the moment he walked back into the room, he noticed the look on your face.

“You alright there?” He smirked. 

You blinked.

“Hm?”

“Exactly.” A laugh escaped him as he handed you the glass. “You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

You quickly took the water, ignoring his comment. 

“Thank you.”

“And there they are again.”

You looked up.

“What?”

“Your manners.” A grin spread across his face. “I like them.”

Your cheeks immediately felt warmer, and you swallowed hard before saying,

“Most people have manners.” 

“True.” He settled back into his chair. “But yours are particularly cute.”

You nearly choked on your water, and Noah’s eyes widened as he spun his chair around to face you. 

“Hey.” He immediately reached over to pat your back. “You okay?”

You nodded too quickly.

“Mhm.”

“You sure?”

“Yep.” You said, popping the p, trying to act casual.

The concern slowly faded from his face, and to make things even worse, it was replaced by amusement. 

“You’re acting weird.”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes you are.”

You deliberately focused on taking another sip of water, and Noah just watched you for a moment… then he slowly narrowed his eyes.

“Oh…”

Your stomach dropped.

“What?”

A smirk started forming on his lips. 

“What?” You repeated, but his smile only widened.

“You’ve gone shy.” 

“I’ve not.”

“You have.”

“Noah-”

“Baby.” The grin was fully there now. “Wanna tell me what’s got you so flustered?”

You didn’t answer that, but you didn’t need to. You knew he already knew. 

“Wanna be a good girl and tell me why you’re blushing?”

“I’m-” You went to speak but immediately stumbled on your words, making you feel even more shy, and making his grin even more smug. 

Oh yeah. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing. 

…

At some point later in the evening, you’d ended up back in Noah’s lap again. Neither of you said anything about it, you’d just gotten cold and didn’t want to go upstairs to grab a hoodie. 

You quickly learned that Noah liked to keep his house at a temperature that felt so low it should be a health hazard, and after shivering through half an hour on the sofa, you’d eventually climbed back onto his lap with a quiet complaint about freezing to death.

His response had been to laugh and wrap an arm around your waist and pull you closer, so now you were curled up against him again while he worked, listening to the soft click of his mouse and the occasional tap of his keyboard.

It was comfortable- he was comfortable, so much that you felt yourself relax in his arms. So comfortable that a yawn escaped you… 

Followed shortly by another, which made Noah glance at you with a small smile. 

“Tired?”

You shook your head.

“Nuh-uh.”

Noah chuckled, knowing that was clearly a lie, and went back to working. But ten minutes later another yawn escaped, a longer one this time. Noah looked at you again, at some point his hand had slid up your top, and his thumb rubbed back and forth against your skin. 

“You wanna go to bed, baby?” He asked. 

The question was casual and gentle, like he was asking you whether you wanted another glass of water… but you didn’t think of it like that. Your stomach sank, because your brain always worked against you, and it was now telling you this was his way of telling you he wanted his space. You’ve been practically attached to him all evening, this was just him being polite. 

However, the logical part of you knew that was ridiculous, Noah had been nothing but kind to you all day. But it was easier to believe you’d overstayed your welcome than believe somebody genuinely wanted you around all the time…

“Yeah, probably.” You said, followed by another yawn. 

He smiled softly.

“Okay.” He said, but then returned his attention to the screen.

Which told you this wasn’t a big deal to him, he was thinking about it half as much as you were. You’d somehow convinced yourself he’d finally had enough of holding you in his lap all day like a clingy little koala, when all he was doing was waiting for whatever he was working on to save before shutting down his computer. 

But still, you carefully climbed off his lap, and you immediately felt how cold the room really was again.

“Night.” You said softly.

Noah looked up.

“Night?”

You nodded before picking up your water, leaving the room, and heading upstairs. 

You were trying not to feel disappointed, not to feel silly, because you had your own room here- a lovely, comfortable, cozy room- which if it wasn’t for him you could’ve been spending the night on Tom’s couch. 

So there was absolutely no reason for your chest to ache as you walked in, no reason for you to miss him while you brushed your teeth, no reason to stare at the empty side of the bed after climbing in. 

And yet, you did. 

With a sigh, you rolled onto your side and pulled the covers up to your chin. You’d spent pretty much every waking moment together for the last few days, of course he’d want some time to himself. 

For a while you laid there in the silence, staring at the wall, until you heard footsteps on the stairs. You couldn’t help but listen, he must’ve wandered into his room and- stop listening, you told yourself.

You buried your face into the pillow, trying not to think about any of it. Trying not to think about the way you’ve gotten so used to falling asleep with your head on his chest, his arm around you, the sound of his heart beating beneath your ear. 

It had gone quiet again for a while, you assumed he must’ve just gone to bed. You assumed he’d be asleep within ten minutes because you had both been up for quite a while now. 

But then you heard footsteps again. Then there was a gentle knock on your door. 

“Are you still awake?”

“...Maybe?”

“Can I come in.”

“Yeah.” 

The handle turned, and there stood Noah- fresh from the shower, dark hair still damp, grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips and a black tshirt that fit like it was made just for him. For a moment, he just looked at you lying there in bed, then the corner of his mouth lifted. 

“I was wondering where you’d disappeared to.” 

Your tummy did a stupid flip at that. 

“What?”

“It’s fine if you want your own bed, baby.” He said, his voice as gentle and easy as ever, “But you do know mine’s comfier, right?”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mmhm.” Noah nodded, “Wanna test it for yourself if you don’t believe me?”

You couldn’t help but scoff. Of course he’d find a way to make you feel better in less than thirty seconds. 

But then your smile slightly faded, and you looked down at the bed again. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, sensing the shift. 

“I thought you wanted some space. I’ve been clung to you all evening.” You admitted quietly, and for a moment Noah was silent. Until he let out a soft sigh. 

“Baby,” he said, making you look up at him again, “If I want space, I’ll tell you, okay? I promise. You don’t ever have to assume, or guess what I’m thinking.” 

It was your turn to sigh now, because the truth was, you spent so much of your life trying to anticipate what people wanted from you before they had to ask. Having to guess what people were feeling, trying to read body language and trying to sense what they were thinking through their tone of voice. 

Noah seemed to understand that without you ever having to explain it.

“Look at me.” 

You met his eyes again. 

“What did I actually say when we were in the studio?”

“You asked if I wanted to go to bed.” 

“Right. And did I say I wanted you to leave? Did I say you were being too much?”

“...No.” 

“Then don’t put words in my mouth, baby. If something is ever a problem, I will tell you.” He said with a soft smile, before holding his hand out to you. “Come on.” 

You looked at his hand, then at him. Then you sat up. 

“You really want me in your bed?”

Noah laughed.

“Sweetheart.” The way he said it made your stomach flutter. “I wouldn’t be in here trying to persuade you if I didn’t.”

You couldn’t really argue with that.

A smile tugged at your lips as you took his hand, and the moment your fingers slipped into his, he gently helped you out of bed. His thumb brushed across your knuckles once before he started leading you towards the door, then down the hallway to his bedroom. 

As he pushed the door open and led you in, you were a little taken back by how cozy it suddenly felt. The curtains were closed, the lamp by the side of his bed made the room glow golden and the smell of his shower gel lingered from the bathroom. 

Noah got into bed first, and pulled the covers back for you, patting the mattress. You chuckled and got in too, and right away you realised he’d been right. The mattress was like a cloud, and the pillows were even nicer than the ones in the hotel in Paris. It put your bed to shame, that was for sure. 

Noah opened an arm, and you rolled towards him, tucking yourself into his chest. Noah made a little pleased sound before wrapping both his arms around you and kissing the top of your head. 

“And I thought I was being the clingy one.” You teased softly, and Noah chuckled. 

“Mm, no.” He said, pressing another kiss on your forehead this time and holding you tighter. 

Then your temple, then your cheek. You tilted your head up, looking at him with sleepy eyes as you let out a little giggle. 

“Noah!” 

“What?”

“You’re proving my point.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said with a small smirk before kissing you again, before finally stopping, and just holding you there like that. “Wanna watch a movie or something? Or d’ya wanna just go to sleep? It’s been a long day.” 

You hummed in thought, just listening to the sound of his heartbeat for a moment before looking up at him again with wide, almost frightened eyes.

“Shit... I forgot I’ve got work tomorrow.” 

“Oh yeah?”

You groaned and buried your face back into his chest. 

“You know, you can always-”

“No. I’m not quitting my job, Noah. It’d drive me insane.” 

You felt his chest vibrate as he let out a quiet laugh. But then he was quiet for a moment, his fingers gently running through your hair. 

“Want me to take you?”

You looked up at him again. 

“You don’t have to.” 

“I know.” 

“You’ll have to get up early.” 

“I know. And I don’t care. What time do you need to get there?”

“...Eight.” 

“And what time do you need picking up after?”

“Noah, you don’t have to-” 

“What time, baby?”

You sighed. 

“We shut at six tomorrow.” 

Noah nodded his head, then kissed your forehead again. 

“Okay.” 

“...Are you sure that’s okay.” 

Noah let out a sigh, then before you knew it, he was taking your face in both his hands. He wasn’t rough, but he was firm, making sure you couldn’t immediately look away. 

“Sweetheart…” His thumbs brushed softly across your cheeks.

“What?”

“What were we talking about five minutes ago?”

You groaned, trying to look away, but he stopped you.

“No,” he said softly, “What did I say?”

“You said if something was a problem then you’d tell me.” 

“Good girl.” He said simply, a smile tugging on his lips, completely oblivious to the way those two little words make your head spin. 

Or maybe he did realise?

He leaned forward just a little, his nose bumping yours, his lips just brushing yours without kissing you. 

“Are you done worrying for tonight?”

You smiled against his lips despite yourself, and gently nodded your head. 

“Yes sir.” You whispered teasingly. 

You felt Noah smile back, before pressing a slow kiss to your lips. Then he pulled back, and pulled the covers a little higher over the both of you before reaching over to turn the lamp off. 

You made yourself comfy on his chest, and he held you close, letting out a soft sigh of relief as his free hand rested behind his head. 

“Goodnight, Noah.” You whispered as you let your eyes finally shut. 

“Sweet dreams, princess.” 

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Even Noah himself could not believe it. 

He swore he had rehearsed his speech countless times before the wedding day– even going an extra mile when Nick one day delivered the news to him that you were indeed coming. 

An hour ago, he had been in the holding room, doing his pre-show breathing exercises like he was about to headline a sold-out Madison Square Garden. 

Noah had tried to compose himself so his nerves would not get the best of him before he stood with his Notes app in front of Nick and Nadine’s 200 guests. And when he finally did, he had tried to focus like a horse with blinders, not allowing your presence to distract him and make him go off-script.

But the poor guy had been trying too hard, failing to anticipate that his metaphorical horse blinders would direct his focus to no one— no one but you.

You in that dress, sitting with the guys like the old times, looking so calm and composed as if unbothered by the imposing frame of your former lover in your line of sight. Noah would’ve believed it if not for your slightly pursed lips and the absentminded fiddling of your fingers with the stem of your wine glass.

After all this time, your ex-boyfriend could still easily read you as if you still both lived on the same roof– as if he had spent the past two years memorizing your body language like it was part of his tour setlist. 

It was also that same recognition that had made Noah break out in a cold sweat, his thoughts going haywire.

You had been sitting there, clearly uncomfortable. And he hated every second of it.

And yet, he had still let his mouth run wild like an unsupervised kid in a furniture shop.

He had so many things to apologize for, anyway; what’s another one, right? 

So, here he was, muttering curses on his way back to the reception hall after excusing himself to the men’s room, hoping to save the last bit of dignity he had left for ending his best man's speech the worst way possible. 

‘I wish I still had for myself.’

Those words might sound ordinary to people who did not know a thing about him and his relationship history, but to the two tables of heavily tattooed men in suits and ties whom he unfortunately called his friends, it was the plot twist of the night no one had seen coming. 

While he had instantly felt a knot in his stomach as each word tumbled out of his lips, the guys in their seats had looked like characters in a sitcom, wincing simultaneously for him as if they were watching a WWE match. 

Noah swore he had never experienced regret in 4K resolution before. 

“Fucking idiot,” he scoffed, willing himself not to cringe anymore and just leave the castigating job to his beloved friends. He walked towards them on autopilot mode, his jaw ticked, and eyebrows scrunched while his fingers tugged on the shirt collar that had been annoyingly clinging to his neck the whole day. 

“There’s the man of the hour!”

Approaching the two adjacent round tables where his friends sat, Noah’s broad shoulders immediately stiffened as if bracing himself for impact when Jesse perked up, making the others turn their heads his way upon the older guy’s acknowledgment. 

And as expected, everyone, except for some of the guys’ dates, was throwing him an identical shit-eating grin that he was only used to seeing on the face of his band’s drummer.

He only groaned in response, not even making an effort to plead in a losing fight.

Noah subtly glanced towards your seat, somehow relieved to see you were not back yet. For one, he did not want you to witness the impending suffering he was about to be subjected to at the hands of his ever dearest friends. 

Although a part of him wished you were, since the boys loved you more than him that he was sure none of them would make fun of the situation if you were around.

“Great speech, man.” Jesse greeted him with a toothy smile, mockingly raising his glass of wine in his direction. “You didn’t tell us you were trying to scare your ex away tonight.”

Everyone else in both tables burst out laughing. Folio, Jolly, and even your best friend Natalie snorted louder than usual. 

“Just… shut up, you jerks,” Noah grumbled, feeling warmth creep up his cheeks as he sent Jesse a death glare. Trying to hide his reddening face from the others, he moved towards the next table of hyenas that were softly cackling at his misery. 

Yeah, he deserved that.

“Congrats, man,” Davis piled on, holding back his laugh while wiggling his brows at his friend who slumped down on his designated seat. “Here we were thinking Nick was making her uncomfortable.”

“I was not!” Folio immediately protested. 

“Told ya, we should’ve just bet instead on how soon he can make his ex disappear,” Jolly chimed in on the other side, trying to keep a straight face.

Noah could only roll his eyes and flip his friends off. He had known them almost all his life; he knew there was no stopping these menaces any time soon.

He’d be extremely lucky if this died down in a week.

As his stern gaze swept over his friends who were laughing among themselves, his eyes discreetly moved towards the empty spot next to him, briefly fixating on your glass of water, where a faint stain of your red lipstick decorated its rim. 

Memories of you wiping red stains off his lips made him smile in his seat. It had always happened before– from when he had sipped from your glass or when you had given him a peck on his puckered lips– and you had always used your thumb to remove them, which Noah would playfully bite with his front teeth.

‘Stop biting me, you giant bunny,’ you had scolded him playfully one time, swatting his chest. 

Amused at the new nickname, he had snickered, raising a brow at you.

‘Do you know what bunnies do, babe?’ He had smirked as one of his hands gently squeezed your waist while your eyebrows had scrunched up, trying to figure out what he was talking about.

Noah laughed under his breath with the memory of how your face turned beet red upon the realization of what he was insinuating. He bit his lip, trying to hide his smile as he reminisced about the way he had purposely riled you up at one of his Halloween birthday parties where he put on a pair of bunny ears while mockingly batting his eyelashes at you… And on the same night you had thought of getting back at him by wearing those ears in the middle of sex, pulling them from under your pillow… Noah swore he had never acted so uncharacteristically feral in bed his whole life.

“So, what now? No one won the bet?” Folio’s loud mouth pulled him back to reality. “Since our guy here blew it all off before he even had the chance to talk to her.”

Wheezing in his seat, the younger Nick earned a glare from Noah, while the rest of the guys across tables chitchatted animatedly about the bet Folio and Davis had initiated earlier. It was to see ‘how long Noah Sebastian could stay away from his ex-girlfriend, who’s looking hot and beautiful, as confirmed by the way Noah Sebastian could not stop himself from staring.’

Much to the frontman’s horror, bets ranging from $20 to $50 were placed in favor of the following wedding segments: (1) right at the end of the ceremony, (2) until cocktail hour, (3) by dinner time, and (4) during the couple’s first dance, where three of his friends were sure ‘he’d be asking her to dance with him’.

While Noah could feel his face flush even harder, he also found himself fighting off a tiny smirk forming on his lips. 

Because if they only knew, no one would win that stupid bet if only Noah Sebastian were brave enough to make a move.

Because unbeknownst to the rest of the guys, he had been wanting to approach you even before the ceremony started— when you waltzed into the venue in that elegant backless dress, taking his breath away as if he had time-travelled to 11 years ago when he had frozen in place upon seeing your pretty smile for the very first time at the old coffee shop in Richmond. His hands might have gone cold when he had laid his eyes on you earlier, but he had been itching to stay near when you looked all shy and cute, carefully approaching the guys as if you were not Bad Omens’ number one supporter since 2014. Noah had seen the way you hugged each of them with a smile so wide that it had not only reached your eyes but had also brought back a familiar swarm of butterflies to the tattooed stomach of the 6’3 best man standing just a few feet away. 

And god, were his friends right. 

You looked so beautiful that he could not keep his eyes off you, afraid that someone else might swoop in (again) before he could even muster the courage to utter a simple ‘hi’ your way.

While you had mingled with everyone, Noah had been observing in the corner like a vulture. And he had tried his best not to pounce on a couple of men whom he had seen shamelessly checking you out in that dress that he swore was going to be the death of him any minute from now.

To top it off, his anxiety had spiked right up when Nicholas had mentioned to him how his cousin Tyler was asking about ‘the deal of the pretty girl in blue sitting with the Bad Omens dudes’. Noah had never wanted to act fast in his life and show Tyler and the other guys that you were his deal to begin with. You were and had always been. Notwithstanding the fact that his claims no longer hold any bearing for quite some time now. 

So despite the jitters and his unpreparedness, Noah had made it a mission to talk to you tonight– not to make things weird, but to just chat like the old times, if you would allow him, and see how things would go.

Too bad for him, though, his friends were right, again. He had already pushed you out of his reach even before he could gather the nerve to approach.

“C’mon, that’s enough, you guys. Give my best man a break,” Nicholas interrupted the cacophony between the two tables, squeezing his best friend’s stiff shoulders. Noah let out a sigh of relief, mumbling a quiet ‘thanks’ to the groom who came to his rescue.

But just before Noah could take over the conversation, Nicholas, with a big smirk plastered on his face, continued, “Let’s save him that dignity he wished he still had for himself.”

“Fuck you.” Noah groaned as his friends once again collectively laughed at his misery, wondering if it were too much to ask for the ground below him to open and just swallow him whole.

But maybe… he really did deserve this torture now more than ever. 

With the things he put you through in the last one and a half years of your relationship, Noah was well aware that his friends' mocking was the least kind of punishment they could give him on your behalf.

-

It had been two years since you had packed up and left the life you had both shared for almost a decade– two long years of Noah torturing himself for letting you go, for not trying hard enough to be someone you deserved.

Two long years of him trying to move on.

And Noah believed he had tried. 

The universe was a witness to how he had put himself out there, albeit halfheartedly, but all instances ended with him sabotaging his own ass.

Three months since you broke up, he had kissed another girl he met on a random night out that Michael dragged him to. Noah could say they had hit it off pretty well. She was confident, she looked and smelled good, so he had not hesitated to reciprocate when she tiptoed and pulled his face down towards hers. But as the woman he barely knew pressed her hands against his chest while they lip-locked, Noah felt his stomach churn, finding himself longing for the feeling of your nails softly raking on his pecs, for the way it would always make his spine tingle, and for the way it had always provided him warmth and comfort every time you touched.

Seven months since he had last seen your face, he had accidentally flirted with a barista in the newly opened coffee shop near their recording studio (deja vu, right?). Noah had not realized it until the girl sat with him during her break one afternoon. She had been leaning too close for his liking as they sat by the window with their shoulders bumping occasionally. Despite this, he had found himself bantering naturally with her that he had started to get comfortable with her presence. But when she asked him to dinner on a random Friday, even Noah was equally surprised by the answer that came out of his mouth.

‘I’m sorry, but I have a girlfriend.’

Finally, almost a year since he had started self-sabotaging, Noah had gone on a blind date that Jolly arranged. It was with a friend of Jolly’s friend who had just moved to LA at that time. She was pretty, Noah had thought. She was taller than you (yes, he had to compare) and had dirty blonde hair styled in a clean, tight bun. And he couldn’t help but notice how her eyes had sparkled when she started talking about her hobbies, especially when Noah’s smile reached his eyes when they both found out their similar penchant for video games and anime. At that moment, the thought of taking her out again had crossed (and stayed in) his mind. And he was 100% certain he would when he asked for her number as he walked her to her car. He had even given her a peck on the cheek before they had parted ways. 

But at that time, the universe had other plans. 

As soon as Noah crossed the street to get to his car, he was stopped in his tracks by a familiar frame standing all alone on the brick sidewalk. Too familiar that his heart had started to pound achingly against his ribcage.

He had to squeeze his eyes shut and take a deep breath to make sure he was not hallucinating– that it really was you in the flesh standing on the same block as him after a year of just stalking your Instagram profile. You were casually leaning against a pillar right by the entrance of an Italian restaurant– the same place you used to frequent because, as you would always say, ‘their focaccia is so good’ that you’d be ‘willing to trade your boyfriend for it any day.’ He remembered snorting in response with a smug face, saying he would ‘never feel threatened by an Italian bread.’

But with the way your eyes had twinkled as you dipped a warm slice in balsamic vinegar and olive oil? Noah would be lying if he said he never had a cold sweat drip down his face each time.

Despite his heart racing, a ghost of a smile had twitched the corners of Noah’s lips. 

You looked good– even better, he had thought. Sans your laptop or iPad, it seemed like you had come straight from a meeting with how you were dressed in your smart casual attire— a crisp ¾ sleeve shirt tucked into a pair of black dress pants– the kind of outfit that always made him call you his ‘corporate girl’. You had been busy scrolling through your phone, not sensing your giant ex standing like an undercover cop just a few strides away. 

And just before his brain could start overthinking, Noah’s feet had decided to move slowly towards you. He wanted to say hi, see how you had been doing, and maybe, just maybe, his delusional self would be bold enough to invite you for a nightcap. 

However, after just a couple of careful steps, a tall dark-haired guy exiting the restaurant called your name, and he had seen how it made you smile instantly when the unknown guy draped an arm around you. 

Noah’s smile had slowly faded as his heart started to fill with dread. He had watched as you and the guy walked the other way, your arm snaking around his waist as you laughed at something he said, all while the guy you’d loved since you were 20 stood frozen on the other end, quietly feeling the heavy blow you had left on his chest. 

Unlike him, you had actually moved on. 

And he had no idea what to do with that information.

Driving on autopilot with his jaw clenched, he had made his way home with that scene on replay in his mind. Seeing you with another guy, smiling wide as if some stupid bastard had not broken your heart a year ago, had taken him five steps back from his effort of moving on. If he had even made any progress at all. 

Jolly had been hopeful when Noah got back from his date, but the pretty lady his friend had the pleasure of knowing over dinner, and the digits he had saved on his phone, had all been completely forgotten. Just when Noah had finally met someone with whom he could play Halo and binge-watch Demon Slayer day and night, he had let the image of you in the arms of another man take over his psyche as he once again wallowed in self-pity.

So instead of getting himself out and trying to meet new people, Noah channeled the two years' worth of heartache, regret, and yearning for what could have been into his cathartic live screams and into new songs– some of which had seen the light of day, most had been buried in messy handwriting on his notebook.

And he had been okay with it. Gradually, his life had become much less chaotic that way. He had tried to move forward on his own, not forcing connections in an attempt to fill the void that you had left.

But still, none of those meant forgetting about you had also become easy. 

How could it be when you had been his whole world for the majority of his adult life? When your smile was the only thing that had kept him going in the midst of all the chaos in the industry? When your simple yet assuring ‘I’m so proud of you’ and ‘I’m always here for you’ were the reason he had not imploded from the different kinds of pressure he had been getting ever since he got his band signed?

If anything, Noah continued to yearn. And he had been hoping that one day, he could get the chance to make things right between you. 

Whatever that entailed. 

-

To Noah’s relief, his friends’ incessant teasing died down eventually. As the wedding festivities continued with a live band, he stayed slumped in his seat, eyes fixed on your stained glass of water.

He wondered if you would be back any time now. 

How would he react to having you sit this close beside him? What would he say to you? Would you even look his way? But what if you had actually gone home? Or worse, what if you’re hanging out with Tyler? What if–

“You know she’s just outside, right?” It was Folio who halted his brain from spiraling. 

“Huh?” Noah cocked his head towards his friend after taking a nervous sip of his whisky.

“Seriously, man?” The younger guy snickered, shaking his head at how Noah was still playing dumb after everything that transpired in this wedding in just an hour. “You do all this sad boy shit, but the moment you get the chance to actually talk to your girl, you still choose to stay put? To stay here? With us? After everything?”

Davis, on his other side, snorted. “Nick’s right. You’ve been moping for two years now. What the fuck are you still sitting here for?” 

Noah just side-eyed him as he slowly exhaled through his nose. 

“This has dragged on for so long, it’s getting sad. What’re you afraid of anyway? It’s not like she’s gonna break up with you again, right?” Davis.

“And you do know she’s as stubborn as you. She’s not coming back to this table as long as your ass is still sitting here,” Folio added. He chuckled under his breath before muttering, “For all we know, she could be booking a ride home at this very moment to escape you.”

“Or, someone else could be asking her right now to come home with them,” Davis said. Noah’s almond eyes automatically turned into slits, glaring at his other friend while Folio giggled.

“Yeah, what’s the name of Nick’s cousin again?” Folio teased, playfully looking around the hall. “I haven’t seen him around for a while now.”

Noah’s jaw ticked, his Adam’s apple bobbing. 

For two years, all he did was sulk and pine for you as if waiting for a miracle– like you would appear on his doorstep and take him back one day with open arms, no questions asked. 

Two long years of regret and the unspoken fear of facing the reality of losing the best thing he’d ever had in his life. 

He knew his friends were right. They had been for a while now.

What was he so afraid of? 

What’s the worst thing that could happen?

“Fuck it.” Noah stood abruptly, chair scraping the carpet as he finally let his heart drag him to where he had always wanted to be.

Do it afraid, as people would say.

What was there to lose anyway when you were no longer his in the first place?

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