#man cave

The floor attacked me.

Masterlist pt.2

You weren’t that clumsy.

Okay, maybe you tripped over the occasional curb. And maybe stairs weren’t always your best friend. But overall, you were fine.

At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself—right before you absolutely ate it in the middle of the hallway.

One second, you were walking to your locker, minding your own business. The next, your foot caught on… well, nothing, and you were tumbling forward.

Before you could hit the ground, a pair of strong hands grabbed you, steadying you before you could embarrass yourself any further.

"Whoa, there, butterfingers," a familiar voice teased.

You groaned, already knowing who it was.

Henry Hart.

The boy who had made it his personal mission to witness every single one of your most humiliating moments.

"Did you just trip over… absolutely nothing?" he asked, grinning as he kept his hands on your arms.

You scowled. "No. The floor attacked me."

Henry chuckled, shaking his head. "Sure it did, champ."

You huffed, finally pulling away from his grip and brushing yourself off. "Are you just gonna stand there and make fun of me, or are you gonna be useful and walk me to class?"

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Are you asking me on a hallway date?"

You rolled your eyes. "More like I need a human crutch in case I almost die again."

Henry laughed but didn’t hesitate to fall into step beside you. "Well, if it means saving you from another tragic accident, I guess I can make the sacrifice."

You shot him a playful glare. "You're enjoying this, aren’t you?"

"A little," he admitted with a smirk. "But hey, if you ever need a professional fall-catcher, I’m your guy."

You shook your head, biting back a smile.

Maybe tripping over absolutely nothing wasn’t that bad—if it meant getting Henry’s attention.

A/N: Thank you for reading! A little Drabble!