#behzinga oneshot

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ethan payne x fem!reader

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Request: hey lovely! i absolutely ADORE your writing and i was wondering if you could write an ethan imagine where the reader is pregnant & around 5/6 months into the pregnancy they decide to announce it to the fans (through social media or whatever). & most of the responses are good but there’s a few that are making jokes about ethan’s situation with his dad. leaving comments like ‘hopefully he doesn’t disappear like his dad did’ you know? & so the reader just comforts him and tells him to ignore it all. thank you !! <3

You sat next to Ethan on the sofa, one hand resting on your now quite prominent bump. “It’ll be fine”, Ethan reassured you, taking your free hand and resting the other on your belly, too. Ethan had just uploaded a photo to instagram and twitter, announcing your pregnancy. It was a black and white silhouette of the two of you cradling your bump captioned “Baby Behzinga is due in 3 months ❤️”.

Ethan pressed a kiss to your temple and then you turned to catch his lips in a kiss. “I love you”, you whispered into the small space between your faces. Ethan didn’t reply, simply wrapped an arm around your waist to inch you ever closer to him.

Requested: Yes ~ by @wroetobehzinga​ hi best bitch pls can I request a Behz imagine based on I Bet by Ciara✨✨ Luv ya x

Authors Note: This could potentially have multiparts please let me know if you lot would be interested in that. As always, thank you for reading love you all xx

You sat in your car, the windows shut as you scrolled through Instagram. You were waiting for Ethan so that you could go on a night out. It was a tradition for you to party together, get blackout drunk and then wind up in his bed in the morning; bed sheets tangled between both of your bodies. But, you craved so much more than just being drunk and ending up in his bed. You wanted to wake up in his bed every morning and watch the sunlight hit his face, hear his groggy morning voice wishing you a good morning. Have a round two, completely sober, having something to remember; something to confirm that it was good. That the feelings you had, were reciprocated and felt equally by the man you adored.

As Ethan approached the car, wearing his signature black tee, jeans and trainers. You were adamant that tonight was the night you were going to tell him how you felt. Especially because things would be aided by alcohol. A little bit of dutch courage should make the awkward tension, slightly better. The drive to the club was filled with a comfortable silence, as he placed a hand on your bare thigh, his hand pushing up your short dress ever so slightly. A half-smile plastered on his face, as he gave you a knowing look.

He took your hand, and led you through the club to the bar. You ordered a drink and took a few sips, before turning to Ethan. He stood there, beer in his ring adorned hand. You swore in that moment, he was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. A deep sigh escaped your lips, if you didn’t say something now, you never would. It was literally, now or never. You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. Instinctively, his hand snaked around your waist, providing you with a comfort you didn’t know you needed.

“I love you.” You told him, loud enough just for him to hear, as the music thumped around you.

He pulled away from you, a surprised look on his face. You weren’t sure if this was good or bad. He took your hand, leading you outside into the cold night. Presumably so that you could talk properly.

“Babe, did I just hear that right?” He asked, as he raised an eyebrow at you. You swallowed hard, before nodding your head. You had been in love with him for the longest time, but had bitten your tongue, as you longed for the right time to tell him, that never seemed to come.

“I think we need to go back to my flat right now.” He mumbled, suggestively. He practically dragged you back to the car, he opened the drivers door and practically shoved you in. He went around to the other side and got himself belted in quickly. As you started the engine, you looked over at him hardly believing that you were about to go back to his flat practically sober.

Once you had arrived at his apartment building, he once again got out of the car first and helped you out of the vehicle. He grabbed a hold of your hand and practically dragged you to his apartment. As soon as you were outside, his lips were on yours, as he pinned you against the front door. His hands wrapped around your waist, as you found your hands in his hair, the curls soft against your hands. As you slightly tugged on them, he groaned into your mouth; which just increased your need for him.

“Let’s go inside.” He suggested, against your lips.

He fumbled for his keys in his pocket, as he quickly opened the door. His arms returned to your waist, as he hoisted you around his waist and walked you into his bedroom. He threw you onto his bed, your head hit the mattress as your hair fanned out around you. Ethan was in the corner of the room, undressing himself. As he put on a bit of a show for you, slowly exposing his toned chest and muscular arms as he took his top off. Once he had taken his jeans off, he made his way to the bed, in just his boxers and climbed on top of you.

He pinned your wrists to the mattress, as he kissed his way down your body. Starting at your forehead, kissing all the way down your face to your mouth, as he placed a soft kiss there. Which was different. You had kissed him before, but never like this, never this intimate. He moved from your mouth, down to your neck, leaving small hickies all over, marking you as his. A soft moan escaped your lips, as he found the sweet spot on your neck, as he did, his hands trailed down, to cup your boob in his hand.

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You were left short for breath once he had finished, no matter how many times you had sex with him. You were always surprised at how good it was, how in sync your bodies were. How natural it felt. It was perfect.

Ethan held you close to him, you rested your head on his chest, as you traced patterns into his hot, bare skin as you both came down from your climaxes. A comfortable silence enveloped the both of you.

“That was so good.” He hummed into your hair, as he placed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“It was and look at us, we weren’t even drunk. This is progress.” You said, as you let out a content sigh.

“Yeah… Y/N this was a one off. I just wanted to see if I felt the same, and I don’t.” He informed you, as he rolled over. “Good night.” He whispered, as he tried to get to sleep.

Ethan Payne (Behzinga) X Reader

summary -  You and Ethan take part in Simon’s Best Couple On YouTube series.

warnings - mentions of sex, play fighting, swearing, the power of emon

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"Hello and welcome to the Best Couple On YouTube, part two." Simon smiled. "Today I am here with, Freya and Josh who are going against Ethan and Y/n."

You waved and smiled nervously.

"So, I am going to ask one of the contestants five questions about their relationship whilst the other is blindfolded and has headphones on. The other contestant will also answer the same question after and they get a point every time the answers match." Simon explained. "So up first we have Ethan and y/n."

You nodded and put the blindfold on and put the headphones on, nodding to the beat of the loud music. You were like that for a few minutes when you were tapped by Ethan. You took off the items before making your way in front of Simon.

"I asked Ethan, what is your bra size?" Simon chuckled.

"Oh it's (whatever your size is)." You answered.

"Wow, my guy!" Simon laughed and fist-bumped Ethan.

"Did you get that right?" You chuckled before high-fiving Ethan.

"Okay, what is your go-to shower song?" Simon asked.

"Oh, a classic I Will Always Love You." You giggled.

The two of you high five again as Simon laughed at you.

"What was the memorable date you've been on?" Simon asked.

"Um, this is hard." You muttered. "I think when we got drunk and danced in the rain. It's cheesy but we were just drunk as fuck but yeah." You shrugged.

Simon pretended to gag and you roll your eyes at him. "That's wrong, by the way."

"What did you say?" You turned to Ethan.

"I didn't remember that." Ethan sighed. "I said when our reservations  got cancelled and we were dressed up and we ended up just going to Nandos in a fucking suit and a nice dress."

"Anyway, I asked Ethan what's your go-to McDonalds order." Simon prompted.

"Oh easy that's (your answer)." You smiled. "I use his Uber Eats account when I'm at his apartment so he gets the confirmation email," Ethan smirked and fist-bumped you again.

"Okay finally, what is the best gift Ethan has ever got you?" Simon questioned.

"This is hard." You muttered. "Um, you got me that painting of my grandparents which was beautiful."

"Ah shit." Ethan groaned. "I said the Gymshark gift bag."

You snorted. "You're a dick."

Ethan giggled before Simon said, "You got three points."

"That's decent." The two of you high-fived before sitting on the stools so Freya and Josh could take their turn.

Freya and Josh also got three and soon you and Ethan were sat on stools with a screen between the two of you so you couldn't see them. 

"Okay, so there are seven questions you have to hold up the shoe of the person whom you think it corresponds to. So if it is Ethan, you hold up the trainer, if it's y/n you hold up the heel." Simon explained. "Got it?"

You nodded.

"Okay, who is the horniest?" Simon asked you and Ethan.

You snorted at the sudden question.

"Jeez, no holding back!" Freya commented.

You looked at the two shoes and tried to figure out before hesitantly raising your shoe. Simon noted it down and you giggled. 

"Who is more likely to forget someone's birthday, anniversary, so on?" Simon asked. You rolled your eyes and held up your shoe again, glaring at Simon.

"Who said I love you first?" Simon asked.

You raised Ethan's shoe and smiled sheepishly.

"Who is more likely to cry at a movie?" You quickly held up Ethan's shoe when a few seconds later you heard him mumble,

"This is a hard one." Causing you to snort with laughter and Freya and Josh quickly joining in.

"Who is more romantic?" Simon asked. You held up your shoe and grinned proudly.

"These are good questions, you know," Josh said.

"Who will apologise first?" Simon asked. You held up Ethan's shoe and raised an eyebrow.

"Who is more likely to order a kids meal?" You held up Ethan's shoe once again.

"Okay, now it's Freya and Josh's turn." Simon smiled. You and Ethan swapped seats with Josh and Freya.

Once Josh and Freya were finished Ethan had to be blindfolded as you got asked the questions. You watched as Ethan nodded to the music and laughed before turning to Simon.

"In what order would Ethan rate your body parts? Eyes, lips, thighs." Simon asked.

"Um." You paused trying to go through your thoughts. "I think he'll be torn between thighs and eyes, to be honest. But I'll say eyes, thighs, then lips." 

"All right, what line is the best representation of your sex life?" Simon asked and you let out a groan. "'Cuddles'? 'The neighbours know my name'? 'My parents get more action'? Or 'I’m either fucking or working so the grind don’t stop’?"

"Oh my God." You let out a laugh and tried to stop the reddening of your cheeks. "It's between two. Either the neighbours know my name or cuddles. I'm going to say the neighbours know my name." You quickly hid your face in your hands whilst Freya and Josh cheered.

"Calm down kids." Simon chuckled. "Now, where's the weirdest place you and Ethan have- you know - done the deed?" 

"What are these questions?" You exclaimed.

"I know this." Freya smiled proudly causing everyone to send a baffled look her way.

"What the fuck is going on?" Simon laughed. "I am curious as to why the fuck Freya knows."

"Talia and Gee know as well." You explained.

"That doesn't make it better!" Josh let out a loud laugh.

"Anyway, what is the weirdest place you've had sex?" Simon asked.

"On the balcony of my old apartment." You bit your lip and tried to suppress the heat growing on your cheek. Simon gave you a look of confusion before you rushed out, "There were a few blankets!"

"I don't want to know," Simon exclaimed.

"Just move on!" You exclaimed.

"Out of these options, which would Ethan prefer? Running your fingers through his hair? Being the little spoon? Or getting flowers?" Simon questioned.

"Oh running my fingers through his hair!" You answered quickly.

"Awe is Ethan a softie?" Simon teased as you giggled. "Okay, if Ethan was to describe you in one word, what would it be?"

"Fit as fuck." Freya commented, a smirk on her face.

"Hey!" Josh exclaimed as you winked at her.

"Um, I'm thinking-" You paused. "He'll either say amazing or loser." Simon barked out a laugh. "I'm going with 'loser'."

"So you think Ethan would describe you as a loser?" Simon asked and you nodded, laughing slightly. "Okay, do you want to go get Ethan and see how many you get right?"

You made your over to Ethan and tapped him before he pulled off his headphones and blindfold.

"Fucking Hell. Those lights are bright!" Ethan laughed.

"Welcome back Ethan." Simon smiled. "In what order would you rate y/n's body parts? Eyes, lips, thighs."

"Okay, for the record, I love everyone one of those!" Ethan quickly said. "I'm going to go with your eyes, then your thighs, and then lips." 

"Yes!" You cheered before fist-bumping Ethan.

"Okay, which of these lines represent your sex life? 'Cuddles'? 'The neighbours know my name'? 'My parents get more action'? Or 'I’m either fucking or working so the grind don’t stop'?" Simon asked, a grin on his face as Ethan started blushing.

"Oh fuck." Ethan let out a chuckle. "I'll say, 'The neighbours know my name'."

"Oh thank God." You laughed.

"Where's the weirdest place you've had sex or close to it?" Simon asked Ethan who let out a loud laugh.

"Um, we did something in someone's car..." Ethan's voice trailed off as you gasped, covering your mouth.

"Simon if you keep that in, I will kill you." You said.

"Did you not say that?" Ethan went red.

"No. I said the balcony!" You exclaimed, covering your face.

"I was not expecting that." Simon widened his eyes looking down at his phone. "Um, moving on." He laughed.

"Bro, what are these question?" Ethan exclaimed. "Them two got 'Where did you go on your first date?' Bro, holy shit!" You were all crying with laughter as Ethan went on his rant.

"Anyway!" Simon interrupted, still chuckling slightly. "I asked y/n, out of these options, which would you prefer? Running her fingers through your hair? Being the little spoon? Or getting flowers?"

"Oh running her fingers through my hair," Ethan answered quickly.

Simon awed before reading out, "What word you use to describe y/n?"

"Amazing." Ethan smiled causing you to awe and wrap your arms around him.

Simon pretended to gag before laughing. "She said loser!" 

You and Ethan laughed.

"You are a bit of a loser sometimes." Ethan nodded. You gasped and slapped his shoulder lightly. Freya and Josh then took their turn as you and Ethan commented throughout their round.

Once their round was over, you and Ethan were stood beside Simon whilst Freya and Josh were stood on the opposite side.

"I forgot to ask for your team names," Simon said.

"Our team name is Fuck Ethan And Y/n!" Josh exclaimed.

"Well, our team name is If This Ends Badly I'm Running Away With Freya!" You smiled teasingly.

"I thought we were doing that anyway." Freya scrunched up her eyebrows.

"What?" Josh asked.

"What?" Freya replied before you winked at her.

"This was a close call but the winners are Freya and Josh!" Simon cheered.

Josh and Freya started cheering.

"I'm proud that you didn't lose because you have been together so much longer than us." You commented.

"Fuck! It's because of the balcony!" Ethan exclaimed.

"The fucking balcony!" Simon laughed.

"Did we get all seven right?" You asked.

"Yeah. Did we?" Freya asked and you nodded. "So it was where you had sex in the weirdest place?"

"Ethan I can't believe you exposed me like that." You facepalmed. 

You shoved him playfully but he quickly retaliated by wrapping his arm around your neck and started to rub your head with his knuckles, giving you a noogie. You pulled at his arm but you didn't do too much damage because you were laughing too hard. Simon just threw his hands in the air and shrugged at the camera. Freya and Josh just laughed as they watched the two of you play fight.

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ethan payne x fem!reader [platonic]

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Requested: heyYyYYy this might be out of the usual but can i just request a simple friendship hurt/comfort fic w ethan as the subject? prompt could be whatever you want :)

Ethan: answer your facetime

Ethan: come on im bored

Me: im busy

Ethan: rude i dont accept that

Lots of love,

Requested: Yes ~ The more I seem to post of this, the more people want. Thank you so much! Sending you all, all the love x

“What’s that?” Harry asked, you still held your phone tightly in your hand. As you attempted to process what the fuck was going on. The more you thought about it however, the more questions you had with even less answers.

“Behz wants to meet up and talk. Whatever that’s supposed to mean.” You mumbled. Perhaps Harry would be able to explain, Harry and Behz spent practically every day together.

“Are you going to go? I’m afraid that he’ll try and manipulate you. Especially since you have such strong feelings for him.” Harry stated simply, as he took your hand in his and gave it a comforting squeeze.

You hadn’t given it any thought really, going to meet up with him. Harry was right though, as much as you hated to admit it. Behz would be able to flip the situation, make you feel guilty and spin it in such a way that you’d feel like you had to apologise. Especially if there was something he wanted out of the situation. Which there had to be, he wouldn’t just want to meet up after what happened at the party, for no particular reason.

“I need to hear what he has to say, but you’re right I need someone to come with me. Are you sure you don’t mind?” You asked him. He responded with a nod and a small smile. “It’s late now, do you wanna take my bed and I’ll take the sofa?”

“Don’t be daft, I’ll take the sofa. Just give me a blanket and I’m good to go.” He responded, as he began to clear off the cushions piling them neatly on the floor.

“You’re the guest, I can’t make you sleep on the sofa. We can both take the bed.” You suggested. “Strictly no funny business though.” You continued with a slight chuckle.

“That sounds like a deal. But, you’ve been the one that’s not been able to keep their hands off of me. Not the other way around.” He jested.

“Watch it Lewis.” You warned, playfully.

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You had gotten ready for bed and was laying there, Harry on the right side his body mirrored yours as you lay peacefully. A comfortable silence wrapped you up. It just felt nice to have someone in your bed that wasn’t trying to make a move. Who respected your boundaries and didn’t use your body to find out if they loved you or not.

“Would cuddling be classed as funny business?” He asked you, as he broke the silence for the first time.

Although you had said no funny business, which you didn’t think he was trying to indicate at all.. Perhaps cuddling would be nice though. It would certainly make going to sleep a lot more intimate.

“I suppose not.” You whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.

Once Harry had the confirmation, he snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you in closer to him. He placed a soft kiss to the crook of your neck before resting his head there. With his other hand, he softly ran his fingers through your hair, which instantly relaxed you. Lulling you closer and closer into a deep sleep.

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The next morning, you woke up to still be in a very similar position that you had fallen asleep in. Harry still cuddled into you, both arms wrapped around your waist, holding you in a tight embrace. His breath hit your shoulder with each exhale that he took. It was nice to wake up like this. As even when you and Ethan had, had sex before he wouldn’t want to cuddle afterwards… he’d just roll over and go to sleep.

Maybe Harry was right again, maybe you did deserve better than what Ethan was willing to provide you with.

You picked up your phone off of the nightstand, trying to move as little as possible to not wake Harry. As you checked the time, you noticed that you were supposed to be meeting Ethan in about an hour. You gently nudged Harry awake.

“What time is it?” He asked, groggily.

“Almost time to meet Ethan, you stay here and I’ll go make us a cup of tea. We can have a cup of tea and biscuits before getting ready.” You told him, as you got out of bed and made your way into the kitchen.

Quickly, you made the cups of tea. You grabbed a packet of chocolate digestives out of the cupboard, resting them in your arm and returned to your bedroom. You gave Harry his mug of tea, and placed yours on your nightstand. You opened the packet of biscuits and placed them between you both. Harry however, stared intently at his phone, his eyebrows furrowed, a look of concern etched across his face.

“What’s happened?” You asked, after taking a swig of your tea.

“It’s all kicked off in the groupchat… Ethan accused me of being two-faced, and said that I had stolen you. He’s made me look like a right prick.” He said softly. Harry usually didn’t care what people thought of him, but the fact that Ethan had done this right in front of your other friends, lads that Harry considered brothers, wasn’t fair. It really affected him.

“Let’s get ready and get going, then we can air out everything.” You urged, as you placed your empty mug on your nightstand.

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As you approached the coffee shop, the place where you had agreed to meet Ethan. Harry grabbed your hand and interlaced his fingers with yours. Any nervousness that you felt was quashed with this simple gesture. You gave his hand a squeeze, in an attempt to try and comfort the both of you. This wasn’t going to be easy, to say the least.

As soon as Behz saw you it seemed like he couldn’t help but smile. However, when he saw that you had brung Harry along — not only that but you were holding hands with him, his expression quickly changed from a smile to a frown. He folded his arms, a clear sign of annoyance.

“You’ve asked your new boyfriend to tag along, I see.” He seethed, through gritted teeth. His accusing gaze switched between you both.

“Ethan you have no right to be made about this.” You started, as you gestures between yourself and Harry. “Whatever this is. You were the one that didn’t want me. You were the one who decided to bring another girl to Talia’s house party, a week after you had fucked me to decide if you had feelings for me.” You continued.

“What if I’ve changed my mind?” He asked. Defeat clear in his voice. “What if I know now that you’re the one I want to wake up to… spend every morning with. Have fantastic sex with?”

“You know what Ethan, you really do have some fucking nerve mate.” Harry said, speaking for the first time since you had both arrived. “The fact that you have used sex, as a way to win Y/N over, when that’s exactly how you fucked her over before. It’s disgusting.” He spat.

“The rebound speaks.” Ethan quipped followed by a sarcastic laugh. “What’s it like then mate? Knowing that the girl that you have been pining over for months, only wanted you when she realised she couldn’t have me.”

“You’re being totally unnecessary. I came here to try and sort our friendship out, but clearly there’s no friendship to be had anymore. Leave me alone. You need to apologise to Harry and then we’re done here.”

Ethan’s glance immediately fell to the floor. You weren’t sure if he was ashamed or embarrassed to have been shut down by you in that way. Whatever it was, it needed to be said.

“I’m sorry.” Ethan said weakly, still not daring to look up from the spot he had found on the floor.

With that, you took Harry’s hand and led him away. You didn’t have anything more to say to Ethan. There was bad blood, but it was done now. You didn’t have to worry about him anymore.

“I was wondering… would you maybe want to go on a date? There’s a nice park near here, we could grab some wine… a few cakes and explore ‘whatever this is’.” He asked you, once you were out of Ethan’s earshot.

Requested: Yes ~ Nikki could you please write an imagine based on Confessions by Usher. Particularly the part where he says he's having a baby with someone else? I feel like this request would suit Ethan the best, thank you 💜

Authors Note: I’m not sure I’m entirely pleased with how this one turned out, but I loved the request. So here it is xo

You sat across from Ethan, observing him quietly. He had cocooned in on himself, his gaze fixed on the floor. His hands, folded together, tucked underneath his chin. His breathing alternating between being shallow and heightened. He had called you over, because he had to talk to you about something. However, despite the fact that you had been sitting with him for over an hour, he hadn’t so much as hinted at what this was about.

“If you don’t tell me what this is about, we can’t try and make steps to get over it and move on.” You reminded him, as you rubbed his back comfortingly. You knew that this could be in vain however, as, sometimes despite how much Ethan would want to tell you something, if he saw it as ‘too risky’, he would bury his head in the sand and not say anything until the very last minute.

“So you know, about a month ago… when I told you that I hadn’t been completely faithful when I was in LA with the lads? Well, she got in contact with me on insta and she’s informed me that she’s pregnant.” He informed you, as he looked at you for the first time. He wanted to gage your reaction.

But the truth was, you didn’t know how you were supposed to feel. You had forgiven him for the cheating and, you had only just started to heal from it. If you had forgiven him for that, surely you had no right to be angry about the fact that said cheating had resulted in a pregnancy. But, what infuriated you was Ethan had told you, he wasn’t ready for a baby, that he had to focus on his career commitments. When he was ready to be a dad, he wanted to be fully dedicated. Supposedly, he wasn’t ready for that.

“So… you’ve sent her the money for the abortion, right?” You asked, as you collected your thoughts. It was selfish. But the thought of someone else having Ethan’s first born, when she was practically a perfect stranger to him, made you feel physically ill. That was what you had wanted. You were his girlfriend, after all.

“I asked her if that’s what the message was about, but it wasn’t. She’s keeping it.” He mumbled, as he swallowed hard. Tears filled his eyes, as he placed his hand over yours. The cold metal of his rings, matching the coldness of the message he had just delivered.

“She’s keeping it?” You repeated, the shock taking over. “I’m sorry, but I can’t. This is your fault. You cheated!” You screamed, as you stood up and walked to the other side of the room. The anger that you had felt not so long ago, when he had revealed that he had cheated on you had resurfaced ten fold. Pretty soon into your relationship with Ethan you had figured out that you wanted to have children with him. An opportunity that thus far he had declined you of. But, a random woman he had met at a bar, seemed to fit the bill perfectly.

“I couldn’t exactly predict that she was going to get pregnant, could I? I wore protection.” He said, in an attempt to defend himself.

“Oh, right, yeah. Congratulations dickhead, you wore protection while you were cheating on me. That makes this situation so much better.” You mocked, adding in a sarcastic clap.

“Y/N I don’t know what else to say. It was a mistake. I don’t want things to be this way.”

“Right, well, I’m afraid to inform you pal, that you were the one who fucked someone else. Regardless of protection, you still took the risk of impregnating some random woman who lives thousands of miles away from you. She’s lucky that she does… because pregnant or not, I would have scrapped her. You’re lucky that I haven’t started on you yet.” You seethed, as you paced back and forth on the rug; trying to calm yourself down.

“If it makes you feel better, hit me.”

“D’ya know what Ethan? You’re not even worth it. I’m going to leave now. I’m also never coming back. I hope you enjoy the mess you created.” You said, as you took the key he had given you to his apartment out of your bag and placed it on the glass coffee table in the middle of the room.

Requested: Yes, @wroetobehzinga​ wouldn’t leave me alone until I wrote this and got it posted.

You woke up to someone shaking you, Ethan stood above you, a plate of food and cup of tea in his hands. Food wasn’t going to fix the complete humiliation you had felt for the past couple of hours. You leaned against the headboard as you took the food, and placed the cup of tea on the nightstand.

“Thank you.” You said, accompanied with a weak smile. It took everything that you had to not cry, and to at least try to appreciate his kind gesture after what he had done the night before.

It killed you because you had been so wrapped up in Ethan, for the longest time. The moment that you initiated something it went tits up. You had invested so much into him, in fact, that you had neglected all other avenues of romantic relationships. You wolfed down the food quickly, the mixture of anger and sadness almost completely consumed you. You needed to get out of Ethan’s apartment and fast. As you drank the last remnants of the tea, you got out of bed and began getting yourself ready for the day. Instead of getting dressed in front of Ethan, like you had done for every other hook up, you grabbed your clothes and headed for the bathroom.

As your feet glided over the tiled floor, it sank in that this wasn’t just some horrible dream but the harsh reality you were facing. Once you were dressed, you decided the best option was to just leave. If you knew Ethan, he would want to talk about the events of last night; you were strong, but you weren’t strong enough to hear the man that you loved explain in detail the reasons that the love you felt wasn’t reciprocated.

“Bye.” You called, as you left. As soon as you were outside of the apartment, you finally let the tears that had been building up for the past couple of hours fall. You attempted to muffle any of the sounds that you may have been making, by using the jumper Ethan had given you to ensure you were warm enough, to cry into.

You did your best to try and compose yourself, as you rubbed your eyes and sniffed as quietly as you possibly could. You placed the jumper down in front of Ethan’s apartment. You were going to need space, and it wasn’t exactly fair to hang onto Ethan’s jumper until you had decided that you were over it.

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Talia had called you the next Saturday, asking you if you wanted to come over to her apartment for a house party. Eagerly, you had agreed. You were more than excited to try and get over Ethan, especially as you had been cooped up in your own abode for almost an entire week; only going outside to travel to work and back. Talia had informed you that the theme was 90s.

You instantly decided on the neon green co-ord that you had purchased for a festival last year, but hadn’t had the opportunity to wear again. Matching makeup, with neon green eyeshadow and a bright pink lip gloss. You finished off the look by crimping your hair. You glanced over your look in the mirror, before heading out. It was obvious that Ethan was going to be there, and you needed to look your very best. Especially since you hadn’t spoken to him for almost a week.

You made your way over to Talia’s apartment and knocked loudly, the base of the music could be felt through the door as you knocked. Talia opened the door, a warm smile spread across her face as she saw you.

“You look amazing.” She complimented, as she brought you in for a hug. Her outfit was amazing too. She was wearing a white jumper, with dungarees that cut off at the top of her thigh. “When we walk in there, you might want to hold my hand.” She said, as she offered her hand out to you.

Bewildered, you took her hand and walked into the apartment. The music was indeed incredibly loud, you were barely able to hear your own thoughts, never mind snippets of conversation. Once you were in the living room however, you immediately clocked onto the reason why Talia had told you to grab hold of her hand. It was for support. Stood in front of you, was Behz stood with an outrageously stunning blonde female. They looked as if they had just stepped out of a 90s vogue magazine.

Talia squeezed your hand comfortingly before leading you towards the couple. You plastered a fake smile on your face, and breathed in deeply. The amount of strength it took you to stand there and see both of them happy with each other, while you were still devastated was almost too much.

“Hi, I’m Leah.” The blonde greeted, as she opened her arms out for a hug. Reluctantly, you let go of Talia’s hand and hugged Leah.

As the embrace came to an end, she held you by the arms a massive smile on her face.

“You are just so pretty.” She complimented.

You thanked her, as you just began to feel worse. It would have been so much easier if Leah was a bitch and that you didn’t have to feel so fake, by being nice to her when all you wanted to do is drag her by her blonde hair extensions out of the flat. In any other circumstance, you would want to be her friend. Especially because she was so nice.

You glanced at Behz, his eyes were firmly planted on her. He was so infatuated. Every slight move that she made, he watched. Like she was the most beautiful thing in the world. It was breaking you, more than you would ever admit out of self-respect.

“Excuse me Leah, it was lovely to meet you but it would be rude to not speak to some of my other friends. Behz is right here to keep you company. I promise to come and have a chat later.” You excused, as you went to grab a drink from the island in the middle of the kitchen.

You grabbed a plastic cup, not caring what liquid was in it. Thankfully, Harry was in the kitchen too. He was so far off his face on alcohol and other substances that you weren’t sure he was even aware where he was. Which is what you wanted, in reality to try and get through this party. You gulped down the contents of whatever the liquid was in the cup and slammed it back down onto the counter.

Which caused Harry to actually acknowledge you were in the room with him. “Y/N hey!” He slurred, a drunk smile encompassed his face, as he slung his arm around you. “Always a pleasure.” He continued.

Without much thought, you cupped his face in your hand and pulled him in for a kiss. You started off soft and slow, your mouths matching rhythm as you both melted into the kiss.