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 Harry leaned back in his car seat, his eyes flickering towards the digital clock for what seemed like the millionth time in the past ten minutes; 12:11 AM, it read. He'd texted her not too long ago, asking her to meet him downstairs so they can head off. Harry still found himself being unable to digest the fact that she was leaving...for good, this time. The thought of it shook his entire being to the core, jolted him back to solid reality. Ever since the show started, he was used to having two people there beside him no matter what: Laura and Amy. Laura, of course, was his best friend. He was certain he'd do anything in the world for her. Amy, on the other hand, was different. Sure, she was his best friend, but he would never be able to look at her as nothing but a best friend. They had too many memories, shared too many bonds and feelings to be nothing but 'best friends'. Harry rested his head back, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. If there was one thing Harry refused to acknowledge, it was 'goodbye'. He never really knew how to let go of anything or anyone with ease, and he certainly didn't know how to accept the fact that Amy Flack was leaving them, leaving him, behind. He remembered the last time she left, how he refused to acknowledge it for days and weeks. He'd been hopeful of her return, he thought about her every single night until she actually did return to them. This time, however, was different. He knew it in his bones. Amy Flack would not return to him this time.

Growing impatient and somewhat paranoid, he grabbed his phone and unlocked it to check for any more messages or calls only to find nothing. She wouldn't stand him up, would she? After everything, he shouldn't be surprised if she did. He didn't know where it all began to go wrong, when it all became so complicated between them. He recalled the first night he really saw her for the first time in LA. 

 Every time she turned back to look at him, Harry could feel the corners of his lips twitching up into a wider grin, watching her intently. He looked at her and noticed just how lively she’d looked tonight—livelier than he’d ever seen her, he reckoned. The LA streets were almost empty tonight as he and Amy walked down the sidewalk, the fluorescent street lights shining over them. As he watched Amy move with a small skip in her step and joyful laughs escaping her lips, Harry felt something ignite within him…and he could almost smell the phosphorus as if a small match was lit within him, a light flickering within Harry tonight. He bit his lip to contain his huge, goofy smile. He considered picking up his pace so he could catch up to her, but remained where he was eventually just watching her moving through the streets…smiling like she was seeing everything for the first time today. As Harry looked around him, it was like he was seeing everything for the first time as well…everything looking more exuberant than it ever had in LA. Maybe it was just the intoxication of the atmosphere tonight and the thrill he’d felt that almost rattled his bones, but no; it was Amy, Harry had realized. He shoved his hands in his pocket, feeling the cold breeze running through his hair as they walked down the streets going absolutely nowhere. The fact that they were going nowhere made Harry feel liberated and free spirited, and the look on Amy’s face just reinforced that idea within his mind. She seemed so in love with life at that moment…and it was a side of Amy Harry had never seen until tonight, in this exact moment. He'd never really seen Amy before until this exact moment.

20:00. Right on time. Santiago watched as his dad got into his car. Luckily, he had been put on night shift at work so he didn't have to see his daughter become his son. Once his dad was out of the driveway, he snuck in through the back of the house and pulled out his phone to text Quinton.

Alright, coast is clear. The offer still stands if you want to come round but you'll have to come through the back ~San

Title: A Cup of Hot Chocolate

Pairing: YamadaxOC (original character)

Type: One Shot

Rating: G or PG? (I'm not so good with ratings)

Warnings: None

Summary: Shii feels cold. She's shivering. It looks like a cup of hot chocolate isn't enough to warm her up...

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Shii looks at the clock at her bedside table.

1:30 am

It is a cold winter night and she couldn’t sleep. She tosses on her side to get a more comfortable position but the cold fingers of winter still wraps themselves across Shii’s shivering body. After a few minutes, her eyes flutters open and she heaves a sigh.

“Ah, this is not good.”

Shivering, Shii gets up and goes downstairs. She prepares a cup of hot chocolate to warm herself. She sits down drinking while thinking about nothing in particular.

“Yo, what’re you doing?”

Shii jerks up in surprise and looks behind her. She sees Ryosuke standing by the door with a black jacket, a gray t-shirt, and a pair of pajamas on. Ryosuke drags a chair and sits beside Shii.

“Why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be in your hotel room sleeping and preparing for tomorrow’s concert?” Shii raises an eyebrow at him.

Ryosuke’s lips curls up into a smile which is both mysterious and charming at the same time. “Well, I was taking a walk along the corridors when I passed by your room. I heard some shuffling noise and I noticed that your door was unlocked. I got a little bit worried and I came in to check in on you. You know, I don’t want my bestfriend getting in trouble.”

“Oh…” Shii replied. “I’m sorry. I must’ve left it unlocked earlier. And um, thanks by the way.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

Shii smiles at Ryosuke but he looks away, afraid that her smile might melt him right there and there.

“I’m glad Kitagawa-san allowed me to come with you…” Shii suddenly says.

“Of course.” Ryosuke snorts. “I wouldn’t leave my bestfriend alone. It’s either he’ll let me take you or I won’t perform at all.”

Ryosuke looks around and shivered, “It’s really cold in here huh?”

He suddenly averts his gaze on Shii’s cup of hot chocolate, “Ah! So that’s why you were shuffling!”

Shii gives out a shy smile. “Uh, yeah. The winter air is making me uncomfortable so I decided to make myself some hot chocolate. Here, you want some?”

“No. I’m fine. Thanks” Ryosuke smiles.

They stay silent for a while and all that can be heard was Shii’s occasional sips from her cup of hot chocolate.

“Hm…” Shii hummed as she licks the last drop. “I’m just gonna go get some more, ‘kay?”

“She smiles at Ryosuke and stands up. She was about to walk to the counter when Ryosuke suddenly holds her right wrist, making her stop.

“Don’t tell me you’re still cold.”

“But I am. That’s why I’m gonna go get some more hot chocolate.”

Without another word, Ryosuke stands up, takes off his jacket, and wraps it around Shii’s shoulders. He wills her to sit down on the floor and he sits down beside her, all the while covering Shii’s hands with his.

“There. Feeling better?”

“Yeah…thanks. This feels so good.”

The lateness of the night finally rubs off on Shii and her heavy eyelids finally give up. She snuggles closer to Ryosuke, enjoying his warmth, and finally she closes her eyes to drift off into a dreamless sleep.

Ryosuke looks at Shii, mesmerized by how innocent she looks, by how fragile she seems. He wants to carry her, to bring her to her room but he’s afraid that he would destroy the peaceful slumber of his princess. Instead, he wraps an arm around her shoulders and moves her closer to him. They were still in a sitting position but Ryosuke felt so comfortable. He liked the way Shii feels against his body. He removes a strand of hair from Shii’s face and moved his lips to her ear.

“Sleep well, my princess.” Ryosuke whispered before he finally closes his eyes.

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