Holiday Flash Fic Challenge: Day 31
Pairing: Lawrence Sonntag x Reader
Prompt: “It’s midnight and we both have no one to kiss so why not?”
Word Count: 422
Requester: Anonymous
“Alright guys, five minutes to midnight,” the host of the party called out. “Be sure to find your date and get ready for the countdown.”
You snorted and took another sip of your drink before looking at it, “Oh, beer are you ready to be my New Year’s kiss.”
You heard a snort come from beside you and you looked over to see a guy in glasses, hiding face in his drink.
“Oh, my god. You heard that didn’t you?” you asked.
He made a face as he pulled his drink away and nodded, “Sorry, I’ll give you a private moment in-”
“Four minutes everyone!”
“Four minutes apparently,” the guy gave you a smile that easily made you weak in the knees.
You laughed and held out your hand as you introduced yourself, “Y/N”
“Lawrence,” he reached across to shake your hand. “Are you friends also all coupled up or being drunk and stupid at the party they dragged you too?”
“Hey! How’d you know?” you laughed.
The two of you fell into a nice silence until you heard, “Three minutes!”
You turned back to your fellow wallflower, “So, no hot date?”
He smiled and looked over at you, “Not unless you count myself. Which, considering, you might.” He nodded at the drink in your hand.
You rolled your eyes, “I’m just salty. Every year my friend’s drag me to some party. They ditch me and leave me with false promises of finding someone nice to kiss at midnight. This beer is the most action I’ve had all year.”
Lawrence let out what you could only describe as a giggle, “It’s more action then I’ve gotten.”
“Two minutes!”
You went quiet again until Lawrence spoke up but this time you missed what he said as the host gave the one-minute warning.
“What was that?” you asked.
“What?” he shouted over the room that was going in noise due to the excitement.
“I can’t hear you!” you shouted.
This went back and forth until people started to countdown.
“I said-”
“Ten!”
“-we can-”
“Nine!”
“-if you want!”
“Eight!”
“What did-”
“Seven!”
“-you say?!”
“Six!”
“We can-”
“Five!”
Lawrence stopped himself this time.
“Four!”
He looked around the room.
“Three!”
He looked back at you.
“Three!”
He took your beer out of your hands and set it aside.
“Two!”
You swore he was moving in closer.
“One!”
His lips were on yours. You didn’t even question it as you eagerly kissed back and rang in the New Year with an interesting start.
