Party || Ethan Payne
Requested - No but requests are open ✨
A/n - istg I'm gonna start posting more than once a month. Soon. Hopefully.
Word Count - 1,188
5.27.20
The party was crowded as hell, which was to be expected with a group of friends as big as the Sidemen's. The seats were filled at all times and Y/n was getting tired of standing and milling around after already having chatted with all of her friends. She finally gives up on waiting for a seat and decides to chill on her friend Ethan's lap. He jumps when she first sits down, then relaxes a bit when he realizes it's her. Nobody around the two of them pays any attention at all, each of them caught up in their own little worlds.
"Alright love?" Ethan asks, resting his hand on one of her legs casually, causing her to stare at it for a second. She smiles and looks up at him.
"Yeah, just tired and needed somewhere to sit," she replies, draping one of her arms over his shoulders.
"You know you can always sit here," he says, winking and trying to sound more confident than he actually feels. She laughs and adjusts her legs to be a little more comfortable.
"Well, I'm not opposed to that offer," she says, sipping her drink as she looks around. Ethan chuckles, trying to play off the blatant flirting. His face heats up as he thinks about the short exchange. Then he nods quietly to himself and follows Y/n's gaze across the room. She's looking at Simon Minter, of course.
"You fancy him?" he asks, praying that he doesn't sound stupid. She raises her eyebrows, looking back and forth between Simon and Ethan for a second.
"Nah, he's cute but not my type. Besides, he's got a girl, and I'm not that type of bitch," she explains as she locks eyes with Ethan. He thinks it over while nodding.
"So what is your type then?" he says simply, again trying to sound more casual than curious. She shrugs, taking in his features for a minute as she thinks.
"I don't know, tall, funny, attractive," she says, catching his eyes again and then looking down. He fake yawns and rolls his eyes.
"That's pretty basic innit? I feel like that's what every girl says," he replies, pretending not to be bothered by any part of the description. Obviously, he's not very tall, although he does believe that he's funny and attractive. He silently hoped that the first one wouldn't cancel out the other two.
"Yeah, I guess. Most girls literally just want whoever they want. I don't even have a specific type, to be honest," she adds, trying to read his reactions. He nods again and runs his hand through his hair. The action succeeds in temporarily distracting Y/n and she smiles at him a little bit afterward.
"So you don't care if a guy has muscles, a good trim, or style at all???" he says incredulously, taking his own features into account. She bites her lip and holds back a laugh. It was pretty obvious that he was hinting towards himself, but there was always a chance that Y/n was just reading too much into it.
"That too, I guess, but it's not a huge deal. I tend to judge people based on their personality anyway," she replies as she begins running her hand back and forth over Ethan's muscular shoulder. His breath hitches in his throat and she laughs softly, but otherwise pretends not to notice. She watches him nervously run his hand through his hair again, and she glances at his outfit, which is nicer than usual for the event. She smiles and runs her own hand through his hair, causing him to stop in his tracks completely.
"Are you just saying what you want girls to notice about you?" she says curiously, continuing to smile innocently. She rests her hand on the back of his neck as he chuckles nervously, then shakes his head.
"No," he replies softly, "Why would I do that?" She rolls her eyes playfully at him and shrugs. Then she runs her hand through his hair again and leans closer to him.
"I mean, if you want to ask if you're my type you could just say it," she laughs, watching his face turn red. He looks away in an attempt to hide it from her and begins rubbing the back of his neck, trying not to think about the way she was touching him just a few seconds ago. He wants to speak but nothing will come out. Being as nervous as he is, he can't figure out if she's messing with him or if she's genuinely flirting. He opens his mouth and closes it again, wishing he knew what to say and how to say it.
"What was that?" she asks out of the blue, locking eyes with him. His eyes widen at the sudden question. Of course, he had tried to speak but failed. However, Y/n obviously thought he'd spoken. She leans towards him again.
"Sorry, it's pretty loud and I didn't hear what you said," she says. He shakes his head and takes a deep breath.
"Do you want to get out of here?" he suggests, preparing himself for rejection. She backs up slightly and raises her eyebrows again.
"Not like that, unless that's what you want to do. I meant like, to get away from the noise and just talk," Ethan explains quickly. She nods and stands up, pulling him to his feet behind her. Together they walk out the front door and start heading down the street.
"So, were you trying to say something earlier?" she asks, turning to face him. He puts his hands in the pockets of his coat and shrugs. A million thoughts start bouncing around in his head. Should he go for it? Should he keep his mouth shut? He knew he'd be left forever wondering if she liked him, so he chose to take the fall and make a move.
"Am I your type?" he says with his chest, instantly being filled with regret. A smile spreads across her face and she looks down for a second before looking back at him.
"I've never met anyone who is more my type than you are," she replies happily. Ethan momentarily loses the ability to think straight, feeling his heart pound in his chest.
"Are you being serious?" he asks, trying to contain his excitement. She giggles and nods.
"Of course, Ethan," she says, "I thought you'd never figure it out." Ethan laughs nervously, wondering what else he'd been oblivious to during the year-long friendship the two had shared. He pulls her into a tight hug and she returns it, only pulling away to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. Despite the cold nighttime air, his face burns from the contact as they move apart.
"So, are we? Does that make us...?" Ethan says, wishing he could just say boyfriend and girlfriend, or couple, or something, but he finds it difficult to articulate his thoughts. She just nods in response and kisses him again.
"Does that answer your question?" she asks.
"Yeah, wow. Yeah," he replies breathily.
