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Title: The thief
Pairing: Ben Barnes x Female!Reader
Word count:Â 5.3k
Published:Â 8 April 2021
Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore
Warning: Food, Drinks
Summary: Working as a âprop-girlâ beside Ben has its ups and downs. He is a blessing to work with and an amazing friend to be around, but having feelings for him quite often distracts you from work and makes it hard to focus. Especially when you have a little thief on your hand who keeps stealing your work, doubling your already frustrating problems.
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Working behind the scenes of a movie set has always been what you dreamed of. You were never quite determined enough to be a director, a producer or a script writer, nor did you have the passion for it, but you certainly had an aesthetic view that just fit perfectly to find the right objects for particular scenes. Therefore, you became the prop-girl. Of course, you had an official title, property assistant to be exact, but seemingly everyone preferred the prop-girl title and after years of fighting it, you just gave in. That was the least of your problems after all.
The amount of effort put into all those blockbuster movies sometimes sucked your soul out. Considering the huge amount of work you have put in, you never really looked at it as a job. You loved what you were doing even if people sometimes looked down on you for being âjustâ the prop-girl. Even though you had some unpleasant encounters with some of Hollywoodâs sweethearts, it never discouraged you, because amongst all the rotten apples, there were always those that made you just a little happier, a little giddier, a little more excited about a new day.
There was a certain person who ticked all the boxes in brightening your day and you often caught yourself staring at him shamelessly. His positivity, refreshing personality and banter always caught you off guard and for mere seconds you even forgot to pay attention to the tasks you were supposed to be completing. You knew you were good at your job, hell you were one of the best, but seemingly Benâs presence set you back on quite a few occasions.
As you were watching him act out a scene along with his co-star Amber Rose Revah, you tried to focus on organising a dining table for his upcoming scene, but you just couldnât concentrate when Ben walked around the room half naked with only a towel covering the lower half of his body. No sane person could have paid attention to anything beside Ben. He walked across the set with a straight back, a wide and happy grin across his face, securely holding the top of his towel around his waist. Even if you wanted to look away, you couldnât have possibly forgotten the view. He wasnât just a great company, but a very handsome one to look at.
âProp-girl, that table wonât set itself,â you heard a grumpy voice from behind you and quickly started to set the cutleries and plates in an orderly fashion. Knowing you had to work quickly finally diverted your attention from Ben and the steamy scene about to happen. It wasnât their first time acting out their bedroom scene and each time it got even more heated. The director didnât seem to be happy with the outcome, so he kept pushing them to do it over and over again. As you arranged the fruits in a small wooden basket, you tried to forget the tiny little weight settling in your stomach, jealousy resurfacing within you. Knowing you had no right to be jealous as a mere friend, you always attempted to mask it.
As you finished setting the table, you walked back to the gigantic prop room and started searching for another set of objects for the same scene. Each day you arranged everything in an orderly fashion, but many of you worked on different scenes, so it was inevitably a mess most of the time and things were never where you left them. You heaved a heavy sigh, trying to calm yourself down, knowing it would take ages to find what you were looking for and a frustrated state would not help your case.
âHey, prop-girl, is the scene ready?â you heard the same grumpy voice again. It was your boss, Jerry who seemed to have a grudge against you even though you never talked back to him or went against his orders.
âNot yet, Iâm trying to find the cushions for the sofa,â you replied quickly, searching on the shelves, the floor, even in the bin bags that you used to store curtains, tablecloths and bedding sets. âAh, here,â you exclaimed excitedly as you rushed back to the set, arranging the cushions on the sofa and the armchair beside the table.
âNext time try to be quicker,â he groaned with a disgusted look on his face and left the room. You grimaced at the man, scrunching your nose, his behaviour irritating you each day just a little more.
âThatâs not very professional,â you heard a voice from behind you, making you jump. Placing a hand above your heart, you took deep breaths as you turned around to look at your unexpected visitor, although his voice already gave him away. However, this time, to your disappointment, he was wearing a shirt. âDid I scare you?â he asked with an innocent expression.
âNo, I just like jumping,â you retorted in a sarcastic manner, making him chuckle, revealing the little crinkles beside his dark irises.
âSorry, I meant to surprise you, not scare you,â he apologised with a sheepish smile, one that reassured you his apology was anything but genuine.
âYour face doesnât match your words,â you replied with a half-smile, knowing you couldnât be mad at him.
âAnd I thought I was a better actor,â he huffed in fake annoyance. âIâm a fraud,â he added with a grin. But then his expression changed to a more serious one and although he was wearing a smile, it didnât quite reach his eyes. âIâm curious. Why do you let him talk to you like that?â he asked, his smile completely disappearing.
âBenâ,â you sighed as you called his name. âitâs complicated,â you tried to avoid the subject, but he didnât seem to want to let it go just yet.
âYou donât have to argue, you could just tell him that the way he talks to you makes you uncomfortable,â you knew he just wanted to help, but even the thought of having a conversation with Jerry was tiring. Overthinking was one of your strongest personality traits and to get into a confrontational situation, you needed to mentally prepare, possibly practice different scenarios in which youâd act out what youâd say and how he could react. The simple thought of putting so much effort into such a small issue discouraged you already.
âItâs not that big of a deal. He is just grumpy,â you replied. âHonestly, I donât want to argue, and I know him, he has been my boss for months and itâs not the first time I am working with him. Sure, he is inconsiderate and fairly annoying, but he is good at his job, he is just not good at communication,â you added.
âThatâs not really an excuse, is it?â Ben asked with a frown. âHe is in a leading position. He should learn how to communicate, how to manage his people. Mood should not be an issue on a daily basis,â he groaned, dissatisfied by your logic.
âI love that you are so worried, but Iâm a big girl, Iâm quite sure I can take care of myself,â you offered him a reassuring smile and walked past him to finish the last touches in the room.
âA strong and independent woman,â he chuckled. âYou never fail to mention,â he added, making you let out a quiet snort. You could feel his eyes on you as you were moving around, taking care of the smallest little details, the angle of the napkins, the bows on the curtains, the corners of the cushions. As you finished the table, or so you thought you did, you frowned at the sight of the empty wooden basket in the middle of the table. You could clearly recall filing it up with fruits, but they were nowhere to be found.
âIâm telling you we have a thief in this place,â you huffed, throwing your hands in the air, earning a chuckle from Ben.
âWhatâs the problem?â he asked with a wide grin across his face, his happiness at your misfortune slightly irritating you.
âEach time I use real food as props, someone eats them. This is not a restaurant for godâs sake,â you whined as you headed back to the kitchen to pick up another batch of apples and pears. Ben followed you diligently as if he had no better things to do. You quickly halted and turned around, causing Ben to run into you. He got hold of your waist, steading both of you, before you could have fallen to the ground.
âWhy did you stop so abruptly?â he asked with a deep frown, his face ever so close to yours. For a moment you forgot how to talk, how to articulate not even a sentence, but a single word. Your heart was beating in your throat, your pulse rushed through your veins, whilst your chest decided to ignore all the air you so desperately tried to inhale in the slowest of pace. Quickly scolding yourself, you collected all your strength and opened your mouth to talk.
âWhy do you keep following me? Donât you have somewhere to be?â you asked, shaking your head with a suspicious smile, trying to mask how much his closeness affected you, whilst being curious about his intentions.
âNot right now,â he said as he stepped back, watching you, studying you, his gaze penetrating yours, making you slightly flustered. You could feel your cheeks heat up at his intense gaze, starting your heart off in an even quicker pace. Ben was anything but a good influence on your physical and mental health. If it wasnât your heart going mad for him, then your mind betrayed you.
âWell then find something,â you added, ruder than you wished you had. Trying to regain your self-control, you turned around and continued to walk towards the kitchen.
âI did,â he replied quickly as he started following you. âIâm assisting you,â he chuckled, earning a heavy sigh from you. As much as you enjoyed his company, his presence was anything but helpful when you were supposed to be concentrating on your work. You shook your head in a reply and as you arrived at the kitchen you picked up the fruits you needed and brought them back to the set, placing them where they were supposed to be before someone decided to stuff themselves with the props once again.
âBen?â you called out to him, earning a humming sound from him. âWould you mind not staring at me?â you asked as you turned around, leaning against the table with your arms folded in front of your chest.
âIâm not staring. Iâm observing,â he replied with a mischievous smirk.
âItâs the same thing,â you rolled your eyes, but you couldnât possibly hide the tiny smile in the corner of your lips. He certainly had a way with words and sometimes it made you feel as though you were losing against him in a battle. âPlease, just go and do something. You will have to film the next scene soon,â you added, begging him to give you some space to be able to concentrate on anything but him for a second.
âFine, I actually have to revise some of the scripts,â he grimaced, although you knew he loved practicing his lines, he loved his job after all.
âDo you want me to wait for you after you finish?â you asked and the wide, enthusiastic grin spreading across his face, made you return his expression. His smile was powerful and whenever he was happy it seemed to be affecting everyone around him, including you.
âSure, we will finish in a couple of hours,â he nodded and waved at you as he walked back to his trailer. It wasnât a rare event that you waited for one another and whilst you knew he only thought of it as friends hanging out, for you they meant more. Being with Ben felt like hope, even if deep down you knew you were to remain friends. It hurt, it often left you wondering how you would be able to get over him, but in the end, just being beside him made you the happiest you have ever felt, and you didnât want to lose that even if you had to stay just friends.
*
It was rather dark and chilly outside by the time Ben finished. As you looked at his trailer and his silhouette appeared from time to time behind the closed curtain of his window, you knew he was rushing to get ready. You knew that the shooting never finished in time, but you still waited, because even if you could only spend half an hour with him, it was more than worth it.
âIâm so sorry,â he apologised as he stepped out of his trailer, closing the door behind him. Half of his jacket was hanging on his side, whilst his other arm already slipped into the other sleeve. His hair was a mess and the belt of his trouser was undone. He was anything but ready to leave.
âI honestly donât mind waiting, especially when you look like a mess,â you giggled at his state.
âNot funny. I didnât expect to finish so late,â he replied as he slipped his arm into his sleeve and did his belt.
âItâs fine, donât worry,â you smiled gently, reassuring him that it was okay. âDo you want to grab something to eat?â you asked as you looked at your watch. âItâs only 10pm so we are not that late,â you added.
âSure, we can grab something. Maybe we could go to that little pub right beside your flat,â he suggested, and you nodded in agreement. You quite regularly visited that old Irish pub, loving the happy expression on Benâs face as he explained how much it reminded him of the proper English pubs he grew up around, making him nostalgic. At those times he always told you stories about his past, his childhood, his family and you could have watched endlessly as he drowned in the mass of stories with a cheerful smile and blushing cheeks. You always found it interesting that people barely recognised Ben, but you didnât mind, because at least you could have him all to yourself even if for just a couple of hours.
It didnât take you long to arrive at the pub, the taxi Ben called took you there in about 20 minutes. As soon as you stepped inside and took a table, sitting beside each other, you ordered a burger off the menu whilst Ben asked for a fish and chips. Of course, alcoholic beverages could not have been ignored in a pub nor did they stop coming. After the first beer came the second and after the second came the third, but as soon as you reached the 5th round, you couldnât possibly tell how many you had drank after. You felt tipsy, the pub seemed way too warm for your liking. The music was fairly loud as well, but Ben sat close enough for you to be able to hear him just fine. You have been joking about the silliest things, both of you clearly intoxicated, but daring not to admit your defeat.
âIâm not drunk,â he said, pointing at you with his index finger and a proud smirk across his face. âIâm just very happy,â he added to clarify his state.
âHappiness doesnât make your words slurred,â you retorted quickly, catching him off guard, chuckling at his surprised expression. He was searching for the right words, almost straining himself in the process, but he didnât seem to find them.
âWhatever,â he scoffed, but attempted to have a straight face, trying to maintain his pride.
âWe are both a bit tipsy, so you are not alone,â you admitted, trying to make him feel a little better, and according to the increasingly growing smile on his face, you seemed to have been successful.
âYou just admitted that you are tipsy,â he said with a proud grin. âBut I never did,â he chuckled triumphantly.
âYou little rascal,â you shook your head, but you had to admit that alcohol and Benâs closeness was anything but a good influence on your judgment.
âYou know, I was wondering about something,â Ben started, catching your attention and curiosity.
âYeah, what about?â you asked with a questioningly raised brow.
âWhy are you so bothered about someone stealing the prop food?â he asked, tilting his head to the side, making you frown. You expected any kind of subjects, but work in that moment. Although it wasnât unusual, thatâs what connected you in the first place.
âBecause they are basically eating up my work? Those props are there for a reason. We have a kitchen they can use if they wish to. I have hours of work in those tiny little details so someone stuffing themselves with my work is just frustrating,â you huffed, slightly annoyed at the thought of someone messing with you regardless of it being intentional or unintentional.
âIt really does frustrate you, doesnât it?â he asked as he took a swig of his beer.
âYes, itâs quite irritating. I just want to know who is doing this to me and why it is so necessary,â you grimaced as you joined Ben in emptying your bottle.
âHave you ever thought about the option that someone might eat your props for the sole purpose of getting your attention?â he asked, shrugging his shoulders.
âWhat do you mean?â you furrowed in confusion.
âI mean, maybe they want you to think about them,â he tried to clarify.
âHighly unlikely,â you replied with a scoff and disbelieving smile. âAnd how could I even think about someone whose identity I donât even know?â you asked, trying to argue his theory.
âMaybe itâs not the identity that they want you to think about, but just their existence. Maybe they like you, but they donât dare to reveal themselves because they donât want you to be disappointed or possibly, they donât want to ruin something. Maybe itâs a childish approach, but they might have thought if they told you that they liked you, it would ruin a friendship,â he said, nonchalantly sipping on his drink, but he didnât look at you, instead his eyes wandered around the place as if he had never seen it before.
âBen, do you know who it is?â you asked, being suspicious about his very detailed reply.
âHow would I know?â he asked with an innocent expression, making you feel even more curious about his monologue.
âWell, for one you were very detailed in your reply. Two, I just feel like you know more than I do,â you replied with a deep frown across your brows, feeling as though even the last drop of alcohol evaporated from your body.
âI just imagined what I would do if I was that mysterious thief,â he replied in a casual tone, but you just knew him enough to realise that his behaviour was more than unusual. You could have blamed it on the alcohol, his still slightly slurred speech and lack of attention were a sign of him being intoxicated, but there was just something bugging you about him.
âNah, you know something,â you added as you slipped closer to him in your booth, placing your hand on his arm, your eyes fixed on his, trying to get him to talk with a stern look across your face. Trying to seem serious, you wanted him to spill his secret. You were convinced that you had a firm stance and that Ben would give it up any time.
But he didnât. Instead he bursted out laughing and reached for your head, petting your hair with a sweet smile across his face. âYouâre adorable when you want something,â he chuckled.
âYouâre unbelievable,â you huffed, pouting.
âCome on, donât pout, it makes you even more adorable,â he laughed, his cheeks blushing as he watched your childishly sulking form.
âIâm a grown up woman, Iâm anything but adorable,â you retorted in an annoyed tone.
âThen you are cute,â he corrected himself.
âIâm not a child, Iâm not cute,â you huffed, feeling frustrated, crossing your arms in front of your chest, showing just how much you despised his adjectives. You sank into the leather seat, trying to hide away from the enjoyment he felt in treating you like a small child.
âWhat do you want me to call you then, huh?â he asked, but this time there was no smile on his face or a humorous tone in his voice. He looked serious, somewhat determined. âShould I call you sweet and kind?â he asked as he leaned closer. âOr would you prefer pretty? Maybe beautiful and charming?â he continued, instantly decreasing the gap between the two of you after each word. âOr stunning, is that it?â you gulped, feeling startled by the mere inches between you and Ben. You werenât sure what kind of game he played, but you have never seen him act like that before.
âIâ,â words didnât come, your brain gave up on you. There was just you and Benâs beautiful dark eyes, blushing cheeks, stubbly jaw and slightly pink lips only inches away from you. That gap he has left between the two of you felt like both physical pain and a life-line you held onto before you could have done something you knew you would have regretted.
âIâm just messing with you,â he chuckled lightly, somewhat awkward as he leaned back into his place, leaving you disappointed as you let out a heavy sigh. For a second you thought he wanted to kiss you, that he was so close because he felt what you did. But soon your foolish thoughts disappeared, realising just how silly they made you look. As if he would ever feel more than friendship, when he was surrounded by hundreds of beautiful women every single day. You knew comparing yourself to all those stunning people wasnât healthy, but by your train of thoughts they kept you humbled and down to earth.
âSorry, I didnât mean to make you feel uncomfortable,â he quickly added as he realised how awkward you seemed. Making him feel guilty was the last thing you wanted to do, so you quickly put on a fake smile and shook your head.
âNo, no, itâs completely fine,â you tried to reassure him. âI think we should go. We might have drank a bit too much and we have work tomorrow,â you tried to save yourself from further embarrassment.
âYeah, thatâs a good idea,â he said, quickly standing up, even stumbling slightly. âOh, that was unexpected,â he chuckled and even against the weird atmosphere, you could couldnât stop yourself from giggling at his clumsiness.
âI think that just shows how right I am, as always,â you grinned proudly, nudging his shoulder. He just shook his head and quickly asked for the bill. Before you could have even protested, he paid for the food and drinks already. Although you tried to scold him, he just shushed you and attacked your previous statement about how you were always right except when you werenât.
As you walked towards your flat, you hooked your arm with Benâs, just like you always did. It seemed strange at first, you still felt somewhat uncomfortable, but there was also some kind of a comfort in being so close to him even though he felt unreachable. However Ben was slightly distracted, he kept looking around as if searching for something or someone, but it was a rather quiet night.
âIs everything okay?â you asked with a suspicious gaze fixed on his handsome face. He halted and turned to you with a serious expression, one that clearly said he had something on his mind, something he wanted to say out loud, but he just couldnât find the words.
âI really need to tell you something, but Iâm not sure now is the right time,â he spoke finally, his words conflicting.
âWell, if you donât feel like telling me now, you can tell me tomorrow. We will meet anyway,â you added reassuringly, trying not to pressure him.
â I know,â he heaved a heavy sigh. âBut I have been keeping this in for so long, I really feel the need to say it, but at the same time Iâm also quite intoxicated which is messing with my head,â he explained and you werenât sure how to reply. You were of course curious and wanted to know what he wanted to tell you, but at the same time you didnât want to press him.
âI canât help you with that, Ben,â you replied. âIf you have something to tell me, itâs up to you, although you made me curious now,â you smiled sweetly, trying to lift the serious atmosphere brought up on your pair.
âYou know, you were curious why I knew so much about your little prop-thief, right? And I did say that I didnât know, but I wasnât telling you the truth,â he confessed, but you didnât know how to respond. There were so many questions in your head. Why would he lie? Who could it be? Why did they do it? But you werenât sure what to ask exactly. Luckily you didnât have to ask anything as Ben decided to continue his monologue. âI wanted to tell you who it was, but itâs not easy to talk about,â he sighed heavily, trying to collect the right words. âWhen you like someone, itâs hard to tell them, but even harder if you know that it could potentially ruin a friendship that you donât want to lose. Stealing prop foods or not, that was just a childish way to deal with it, but I thought even if you didnât know who I was, it would leave you curious and even without an identity I could occupy your thoughts. I thought it was better to remain friends than to ruin any connection we have had, but blame it on the alcohol or the fact that we spend so much time together recently, I just donât want to hide it anymore,â he cleared his throat awkwardly, waiting for a reply from you, but you were just stunned.
Your eyes widened at the realisation, your lips parted as though you were a gaping fish. âYou like me?â you asked as if his confession wasnât enough, you needed reassurance.
âYes, I do like you,â he admitted, playing with his short beard, awkwardly running his fingers through his already messy hair. He didnât dare to look at you, his eyes wandered around the street, focusing on anything but you in that moment, fearing to see rejection in your eyes and so he couldnât possibly see the slowly growing smile across your face.
âAnd what would you say if I said I have liked you too?â you asked with a cheeky grin on your face. Ben almost got a whiplash as he turned to you with a shocked expression, one that clearly showed your reply was anything, but expected.
âYou have?â he asked with an uncertain tone, but with a tiny smile in the corner of lips and a hidden enthusiasm.
âYes, for a while now actually,â you chuckled happily.
âYou havenât said anything,â he added questioningly.
âWell, youâre my friend and just like you, I didnât dare to ruin what we had. And if you havenât noticed, youâre a well-known actor, Ben, I couldnât possibly say anything. I didnât believe I had a chance beside all those beautiful actresses you are working withââ
âYou are beautiful,â he cut in quickly.
ââso, I stayed quiet and decided to remain a friend of yours,â you chuckled at his compliment, still feeling as though you were in a dream, as if it wasnât reality.
âI mean it. Youâre stunning, youâre funny, you are such a hard-working person. Itâs you that I like not them,â he added with a relieved smile.
âI have to admit, itâs hard to believe,â you chuckled awkwardly. âDo you maybe want to go up to my flat and talk there so we are not this exposed?â you asked quickly, not wanting to discuss your feelings in the middle of the dark street.
âOf course!â he replied and started leading you to your flat. You shook your head, feeling giddy in his presence, giving him a small peck on his cheek, earning a proud smile from him, one that was rather childish than manly, but if anything that made you even happier.
You were about a couple of streets away from your flat, but trying to contain the wide grin from appearing on your face seemed to be an even harder task than you wished to admit. Ben wasnât blind though, he could see the smile you fought hard against and he couldnât stop himself from mirroring your expression. He looked around, searching for paparazzi, but found none. Firmly holding onto your arm in his, he pulled you into a small ally, with a playful grin across his face. You squeaked in surprise as you felt the pulling force from Ben and seconds later the cold wall behind your back.
âWhy are you trying to hide your smile?â he asked with a playful chuckle.
âIâm not, itâs just hard to believe,â you replied, still feeling uncertain about the situation.
âMaybe if you let me kiss you, that would make it easier for you to believe,â he leaned closer, running his tongue across his bottom lip. That simple movement left you breathless as you swallowed hard, and your gaze seemed to remain on his lips. But as much as you wished Ben to lean closer, he kept the distance. You wanted to nod, say yes, let out any kind of embarrassing noise of approval, but you found any kind of interaction impossible.
Instead, you grabbed his belt and pulled him closer, standing up on your tiptoes, capturing his lips with yours. For a moment Ben was caught off guard, he didnât expect your reaction, but he didnât need long to return the kiss just as hungrily as you did in the first place.
You have dreamt of kissing him, wrapping your arms around his neck, whilst his hands drew random circles on your back, but your dreams were nothing compared to reality. Benâs hold on your waist was firm, but still gentle and his lips against yours felt as though they belonged to you. You couldnât explain the weakness in your knees, the butterflies in your tummy or the complete emptiness in your mind. There was just Ben and you in that moment and you would have given anything for it to stay like that. But air was something of necessity and when you parted, Ben leaned his forehead against yours matching the rhythm of your heavy breathing.
âThat, I think, made it more believable,â Ben spoke up first, making you giggle.
âA few more and it will,â you replied in the same playful manner. âOn a side note though, before we go anywhere, you have to promise me that you stop eating my props,â you added, your tone scolding, but humorous.
âIfâ, I repeat if you kiss me like that every time I feel like stealing your props, then we can work out a deal,â he grinned proudly.
âThatâs blackmail, mister,â you exclaimed, but your smile gave you away.
âAnd what a good one,â he smirked, mentally patting his own shoulder. âIs that a deal then?â he asked.
âFine! But you better stay far away from my work,â you added in a mock seriousness, knowing even if he did try to steal again, you wouldnât be able to stay mad at him.
âI think I can manage that,â he chuckled before he closed the gap between you, indulging in the moment a bit longer, knowing both of you have been eagerly waiting to be close to each other.
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