“Blake you cheated!” You accuse, putting down your controller. You were attempting to play Blake in the new Fifa game, but he didn’t tell you all of the controls, so you sucked at it. He beat you 5-0, but it wasn’t fair. 

“No I didn’t, Y/N. You are just awful at it!” Blake smirks, leaning closer to you on the couch. You were sitting side by side on the couch, knees touching. In your anger at him, you turned to face him and now he was mirroring you. 

“Cheater!” You pout, crossing your arms. Blake just laughs, making you pout more. Okay maybe you were being a little bit extra right now, but no one really had to know that...

“You’re mean, Blakey! I’m going to go play with one of the other boys instead!” You say snootily, like a child who doesn’t want to share their toys. 

“No, don’t go! Fine, I’m sorry I cheated! There, you happy?” Blake says in mock annoyance, grabbing you around the waist so you couldn’t leave. You were the only ones in the back room of the bus, the others were either in their bunks or the front room. 

“I’m sorry, did you say something? I couldn’t hear you!” You asks, cupping your hand behind your ear pretending that you were hard of hearing. Blake sighs, looking at you. You raise an eyebrow, leaning closer. You are very much aware that he didn’t remove his arms from your waist, instead he was using them to pull you closer. Blake was sitting on the couch and now you were standing between his bent knees, his arms still around you. 

“I said ‘I’m sorry I cheated!’,” Blake shouts right in your ear, making you cover it and cringe. He laughs, making you laugh. 

“Ouch, you jerk!” You punch him lightly in the shoulder. Blake tightens his arms, pulling you onto the couch and climbing on top of you. Now you both are yelling at each other, laughing like maniacs. Blake starts tickling your stomach, making you gasp for air. “B-Blake! S-s-stop!” You pant, trying to fight him off but to no use. He is much stronger than you, and he has the advantage of being on top right now, pinning you to the couch. 

“Um, am I interrupting?” Reece asks from the doorway, smirking slightly. You blush bright red, Blake getting off of you and you sit up quickly. You put a little distance between yourselves. You don’t meet Reece’s eyes even though you know he’s going to tease you about this forever. 

“No, we were just- Y/N accused me of cheating!” Blake rushed out, trying to explain what happened. You nodded in agreement. 

“Oh, because it sounded like Y/N was dying back here, but I guess not! I’ll just leave you to it!” Reece says evilly, closing the door. You and Blake sit in awkward silence, you fixing your shirt from where it rode up and Blake scratching the back of his neck. 

“Reece is just...dumb,” you say, trying to break the tension and go back to having fun with Blake. 

“Yeah! So dumb!” Blake agrees quickly, smiling at you. “Want to watch a film?” he asks, getting off of the couch to put a DVD in. You grab a fluffy blanket, intending on snuggling up for the rest of the night. With Blake, your brain happily adds. Blake gets back onto the couch, putting a little space between you. But, you ignore that and sit right next to him. You tuck your feet up underneath your body, scooting down so you can rest your head on his shoulder. 

Blake hesitates at first, not moving at all or even breathing it seems. But, then he finally relaxes, putting his arm around you and tracing circles with his finger on your arm. He rests his cheek on your hair, and neither of you pay attention to the movie, but it’s fine.

Since then, you and Blake have been more touchy, more flirty. Whenever you walk by each other, you nudge each other. Or he pokes you in the side as you try to take a picture of George or Reece. Or you jump on his back trying to scare him. 

George and Reece pretend to be annoyed by it, but secretly they love it, knowing how you both have crushes on each other. 

“Which shirt should I wear on stage tonight, Y/N?” Blake asks you in the dressing room, holding up two shirts for you to pick from. 

“Neither,” you say bluntly, smirking at him. George chokes on water next to you, making Reece cackles while patting him on the back. Blake blushes a little. 

“Seriously, babe which one?” Blake asks, exasperated with you. He doesn’t even notice but you do. It’s your turn to blush now, and Reece and George laugh at you this time. 

“The red one,” you say, hoping Blake doesn’t notice how red you are. He quickly takes off his shirt to put the one you picked on, making you widen your eyes when you see his body. You’ve seen him without clothes on before, but that was before you had a baby crush on him so it’s different now. 

You immediately avert your eyes, ignoring Reece and George who are crying with laughter. “I hate you both,” you grumble to them. They just smile sweetly at you. 

You decide to go take some pictures of the stage and the fans waiting for the show to start, mostly to get out of the room. You and Blake kept flirting, and the other boys weren’t helping. It was making you flustered and jittery. You snap a few pictures before talking to some fans. They ask to take pictures with you, which you think is weird because you aren’t famous. 

“You and Blake are so cute together!” One girl says after thanking you for a picture. You just stare at her, confused. 

“Yeah, everyone ships it so hard. You and Blake have lots of stans!” Another girl says. You stutter out a quick goodbye, hiding on side stage trying to process what they said. Cute together? Me and Blake? We aren’t together! But, they are going to think so since I didn’t deny it! You panic in your head. You decide to go back out there and tell those girls you and Blake aren’t together, but before you can someone blocks your path. 

Speak of the devil, you think as you meet Blake’s brown eyes. “Y/N, after the show, want to come walk around the pier with me?” Blake asks quickly, seeming almost nervous. Which is weird because Blake is never nervous. 

“Yeah, I’d love to!” You reply easily, making him beam brightly at you. Reece calls Blake over, about to go out onto stage. “You have to go,” you say, confused as to why he was still looking at you. 

Blake leans forward and presses a quick kiss on your cheek, before sprinting out onto stage with the boys. You stand there in shock, your hand flying up to touch your cheek. The spot his lips touched is tingling. You smile to yourself, stepping closer to the stage to watch the boys perform. Blake looks over at you and winks, sending chills all over your body. 

Once the boys get off stage, Blake quickly puts his guitar away and changes. “We are going for a walk! Meet you back at the bus!” Blake calls out to the boys and crew. He grabs your hand, pulling you out the door. 

You walk towards the pier, talking about the show and complimenting him on how well he did. You realize that he didn’t pull his hand from yours yet, but you don’t want him to. 

“Thank you for coming on tour with us, Y/N. We would be lost without you, honestly,” Blake says sweetly as you approach the end of the pier. The sky is dark, with the stars twinkling in the inky blackness. 

“Thank you for asking me to come. I wouldn’t be were I am today without you and the boys,” you reply, staring up into his eyes. 

Blake bites his lip and furrows his brow, looking like he is thinking hard about something. Just as you are about to ask him what’s wrong, he cuts you off. 

“Can I tell you something, Y/N? Promise you won’t laugh or leave the tour if you don’t like it?” Blake’s brown eyes plead with you. 

“Promise, I won’t laugh or leave,” you say seriously, feeling worried about what he is going to say. 

“I think I’m falling in love with you, Y/N. You make me laugh and smile every day. I look forward to seeing you when I wake up and love having you around me all the time. I can’t imagine being on tour without you and I want you by my side all the time. I’ve had feelings for you since the moment we met,” Blake says all in one breath. You stand there like a fish out of water, your mouth wide open. In love with me? Blake’s in love with me? 

“Y/N? Say something, please?” Blake nervously asks as you continue to blink at him. Instead, you surge forward grabbing him by the back of his neck and pulling him to meet your lips. At first he is shocked, not moving. But, then his hands move slowly to your back, pulling you closer. His lips slide softly against yours, parting just slightly and angling his head to kiss you deeper. 

It feels like your whole body is tingling, like butterflies were covering you and fireworks were going off and every other cliche expression used when someone gets their perfect kiss. 

When you part, you don’t let Blake go too far away. There’s barely space between your lips, foreheads pressed against each other’s. You keep your eyes shut, letting the feeling linger. 

“I think I’m in love you with you too, Blake,” you say, your lips brushing his with every word. This time he connects your lips, and you feel his smile. 

Wow this was so adorable and sweet! Hopefully you like it! I posted it early!