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He stood there frozen for a minute, lips slightly parted in disbelief and cheeks red because of the embarrassment.

“Have I been this bad?” he shyly asked, caressing the back of his neck as he took another step back. You were tempted to close the door, but seeing him so desperate blocked your actions before it was too late.

You sighed out loud and closed your eyes for a moment, trying to find the right words to say.  

“No. I mean, we’re probably just not meant to be. Don’t you think so?” you were trying to put the things as delicate as possible, while inside of you a voice was screaming: you’ve probably been the worst shag of my entire, tiny existence.

“Maybe, if you’ll give me another chance I could prove you wrong” his attempt to sound sexy, while a deforming smirk was drawing itself on his lips, made every cell of your body cringe.

“Good night, Greg” you simply replied, slamming the door to his face and abandoning your back against it once it was closed.

Sighing desperately, you dragged your feet until you reached the wooden cabinet of your kitchen. You didn’t hesitate another minute and, taking the bottle of wine in your hands, you opened it and took a long sip.

“Have we reached the stage where a glass isn’t enough anymore?” Roger’s voice, your flatmate, called your attention and you lazily turned around to find him all giggly and sleepy, as he was standing near the wall with only his black boxers on.

“I think a bottle is not enough!” you mumbled as you let another long sip run down your throat. Roger shook his head and let out a hushed laugh.

“Was it that bad?” he asked, taking a step closer and removing the bottle from your hands to put it on the kitchen’s table. You pouted like a kid and then nodded back at him, who chuckled again.

“Wanna talk about it?” he offered, indicating with a movement of his head the couch that was waiting just for you two in the small living-room of your apartment. You nodded again and in a moment you found yourself with your legs stretched on Roger’s lap, as he was gently squeezing your knees.

“So, tell me everything about that George”

“His name is Greg” you corrected him with a smirk, knowing he was just teasing you, perfectly remembering the name of your terrible date.

Roger, in response, simply scrolled his shoulders and then he looked back at you again, with his big, blue eyes full of curiosity. You smiled and took a long breath before starting to talk.

"It was that bad I don't even know where to start! – you laughed, letting your head fall backward – okay. First of all, this guy probably never heard about what a clitoris is" Roger burst out laughing at your words and you couldn’t help, but follow him, as sonorous laughter left your mouth.

“That’s what I call a bloody, good start” he commented, patting on your thigh softly, before resting his palm on your knee again.

“And the list is way longer than that! You should have seen him when he went down on me! He looked like a fucking lizard!” you said laughing again, as you put your hand on Roger’s shoulder to push him friendly.

“God! Now I can picture that shit in front of my eyes!” he shouted, covering his face with his hands and making you laugh even more.

“Tell me! I had to live that shit!”

“But why all the guys you shag are that bad? I mean, I don’t understand!” he sounded surprised and concerned at the same time and his fingers pressed a little too much than you expected on the skin of your knees. You found yourself blushing at that touch, not even knowing why.

“Me neither! I’m probably a magnet for bad shags … or, maybe, I just scare men” you lowered the tone of your voice as you pronounced the last part of your sentence, starting to fidget with your fingers.

Roger raised an eyebrow and inclined his head just a bit.

“You? Scaring men?” his voice was pitchy and you could feel the redness on your cheeks growing wider. Why did you even start that conversation?

“Listen, Rog, it’s almost three o’clock in the morning. Don’t you think it’s better if we go to bed?” you almost begged him, but by the look in his eyes, you could tell he wouldn’t have let you get up even if outside the world was ending.

“Why do you think you scare men?” he asked again, this time slower and stressing every word that left his mouth. His eyes staring into yours, your lips slightly parted and the heartbeat pumping loud in your ears.

“Fine – you eventually let out, your sigh followed by Roger’s smirk as he stretched his arms on your legs to trap you on the sofa – I can’t believe I’m saying this out loud! And that I’m saying this to you!”

“Life is strange, honey. You put yourself in this situation” the grin on his face getting more evident by the minute. You rolled your eyes while in your head you were trying to find the right words to say.

“It’s just … I mean, I love to be dominant in bed, okay? I like to take control of the situation. I don’t like to be considered the passive one just because I’m the woman!” you finally said and as the words fell out of your mouth you could feel a knot tightening your stomach, not knowing how Roger would have reacted in front of that confession of yours.

After seconds that seemed hours, you recollected the courage you still had in yourself and looked back at Roger; you found him speechless, with his mouth open in a cocky expression, his cheeks turned pink and you could swear you saw his pupils expand in the blue of his eyes.

“Wow. I would have never expected that from you” he commented, biting his lower lip and raising his eyebrow. His fingers slowly pushed down your knees from his lap and you were left quite confused by that move.

As you crossed your legs, he stretched his arm and took a pillow from the corner of the couch, positioning it exactly where a second before your thighs were resting.

“Does it make you uncomfortable?” you shyly asked, indicating with your gaze the pillow, his lap and then your legs, trying to investigate on that sudden change of positions.

“Absolutely not! I was just starting to freeze, you know, I’m half naked and … but, no, actually I find it pretty sexy when a woman knows what she wants” Roger stuttered on his words and you knew you had caught him off guard because you had never seen him so embarrassed.

“I didn’t want to embarrass you, Rog” you mumbled under your breath, lowering your head. Soon two of his fingers found your chin and you found yourself staring into his beautiful, big eyes.

“It’s fine, Y/N. I was the one that asked anyway. And you didn’t embarrass me, on the contrary … if I have to be completely honest, I feel kind of turned on at the moment” he giggled and you followed him, feeling relieved and thankful to have such a dork as your flatmate.

When the stare became more intense and you could sense a certain heat expanding between your legs, you got up, Roger’ eyes never leaving your body as you stood in front of him.

“I’m tired and tomorrow I have to go to work, so I guess I’m really going to bed now” you announced, stumbling on your way to the hallway. Roger chuckled and shook his head, but you saw his fingers hardening the grip on the pillow.

“Good night, Y/N” you heard him say, as you approached your room, shaking your head gently and covering your cheeks with your palms, still incredulous that, that entire conversation with Roger really happened.

***

The day went by faster than what you expected and, if in the morning you got up early and nearly sneaked out of the house to avoid Roger, you knew you had to face him someway and somehow.

You stopped when you reached the front door of your apartment and took a deep breath as you entered. You were welcomed by a strange and unfamiliar silence. Roger was nowhere to be seen: no Roger chilling half naked on the couch in front of the TV watching “Coronation Street”, no Roger in the kitchen almost burning the entire flat just trying to cook some pasta and not even some sounds of cymbals that usually indicated that he was rehearsing a new song.

Everything was too quiet.

"Rog? It's me, I came home earlier" you announced your presence, but since you didn't hear any response, you started to think that he was probably out. A part of you felt very relieved, knowing that you had the chance to postpone the awkwardness of speaking to him again after the conversation you had had the previous night.

But your mind stopped thinking when passing in front of the door of his bedroom as you were walking down the hallway to reach your own room, the unmistakable sound of moans reached your ears.

You blushed and covered your mouth, feeling already like the third wheel. You also felt a little bit jealous, as you found yourself picturing a satisfied, beautiful woman, squirming under him.

You were already rushing away when Roger’s voice took the form of your name, echoing in the silent apartment. You gasped, sure you had heard wrong, but not even a minute after Roger moaned your name again.

The unconscious and irrational part of your brain worked faster and soon your hand opened the door; what you saw left you speechless and extremely turned on. Roger was half-sat on his bed completely naked, as his fingers were harshly wrapped around his hard length, pumping up and down. You wanted to disappear, to run away to give him the privacy he needed, but you were like frozen, admiring his soft features twisted in pleasure, as your name rolled out repeatedly from his lips.

You would have never imagined, never in a million years, that Roger was attracted to you and as you were thinking that, he opened his eyes and you both let out a “shit” when your gaze met his.

“Y/N! I’m … I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were home!” he shouted, catching the pillow on his side and putting it on his lap. Flashes from the night before came to your mind: was he trying to hide an erection? That’s why he moved your legs away from his lap? You shook your head; you had to apologize.

“No, I’m sorry Rog. I should have knocked on the door … but – you stopped for a minute; were you really taking in consideration of flirting with him at that moment? – I have to admit, that I'm glad I didn't" you found yourself saying before you could even stop yourself.

Roger’s eyes widened and you slowly walked towards the bed, sitting on the edge.

“Did I really turn you on so much?” you mischievously asked, biting your lower lip. He gulped and you saw his Adam’s apple going up and down under the soft skin of his neck.

“Maybe. I mean, the whole idea of you being dominant with me never left my mind since you told me about that” Roger admitted out loud as his cheeks flushed red. You smirked and got up, his eyes locked with yours, studying every movement of your body.

You slowly pulled away your jacket, letting it fall from your shoulders. Your fingers reached the bottom and the zipper of your jeans and, rolling and swinging your hips, you let them slide down your legs; you quickly removed the t-shirt, tossing it on the floor.

Roger almost moaned when you straddle him, wearing nothing but your bra and your underwear. You couldn’t believe what you were really doing, but you hadn’t had a good shag in a while and you finally had the chance to have Roger all for yourself, after months of fantasizing about him when you heard some other girl moaning his name.

“Y/N” his voice trembled as your hands reached for the pillow between your two bodies and threw it somewhere in the room.

“Do you really want this, honey? Do you think you can handle this?” you said, teasing him as you lowered yourself a little bit so that your clothed core was touching his aching cock. Roger whimpered and you thought it was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard.

“Please Y/N, I need this” he practically begged you and you proudly smirked, sinking your hips against his causing him to moan again. You gently brushed your fingers on his lips, before kissing him with passion. His hands pressed on your waists as you cupped his face and deepened the kiss, letting his tongue enter your mouth.

You rolled your hips and he groaned on your lips, causing a shiver of pleasure to run down your spine. You kissed his jaw and nibbled on the skin of his neck to leave a red mark just right under his ear.

“Are you gonna be a good boy, Rog?” you teasingly asked, unclipping your bra and exposing your breasts to him, who cursed at the sight right in front of him. He nodded and leaned forward to kiss you, but you caught a strand of his hair in your fist and pulled his head back, making him moan.

“I didn’t hear you, honey. I need to hear your voice” you smirked and he smiled back at you, overwhelmed by the entire situation.

“You’re such a fucking minx. I’m going to be the bloody good boy you need me to be, just don’t tease” Roger’s voice, from cocky and self-confident, turned into a confusing humming, when your fingers wrapped around his hard member.  

“Attitude Taylor. And, I’m sorry for you, but teasing is my specialty” you slowly left his lap to position yourself between his legs. You looked up at him and gently pumped your hand up and down his cock, already throbbing and leaking with pre-cum.

You tried an experimental lick, starting from the bottom and letting your tongue ran up until you reached the tip, making him hiss and lift his hips, but you blocked him on the mattress.

“Be patience, baby, I just began” you cockily said, licking him again, so slow that Roger was literally shivering under you, unable to contain the high pitched whimpers that were leaving his mouth.

You swirled your tongue on his tip again and pornographic sounds came out from his lips making you even wetter than what you already were. Without further hesitation you hollowed your cheeks and took him in your mouth, making him moan in relief.

His fingers intertwined in your hair, while you were bobbing your head up and down. When the tip of his cock touched your throat Roger twitched inside your mouth and the vibration coming from your moans made him cry out your name as if it was the only word he knew.

You knew he was already close to the orgasm because he was desperately trying to fuck your mouth, as his breath was becoming more and more irregular. When his cock trembled again against your tongue, you suddenly pulled away, making him howl in frustration.

“Please Y/N, I need to cum” Roger supplicated you, but you naughtily shook your head, as you were moving on the mattress to tower him.

“Not now Rog, I need you to be a good boy for me. Will you be a good boy?” you whispered just a few inches away from his lips, caressing them with your index and middle finger. He frenetically nodded and slightly opened his mouth, just enough to let you introduce your fingers. He gently sucked on them, as you were smirking down at him.

You pulled away your fingers and let them sneak inside your panties, already feeling relieved when you touched your folds. Roger was speechless, as he spied every movement of your hand, buried in your underwear while he was firmly squeezing your butt.

“Do you want to taste me, Rog?” you asked, putting again your fingers inside his mouth. He moaned as his tongue licked them hungrily.

“Please. I’m going to make you feel so good” his voice came out as a hushed whisper and you immediately rolled your back on the mattress, as you felt the excitement growing even wider when he positioned himself on top of you. You were pulling off the last layer of clothing you were still wearing, but Roger stopped you, wrapping his fingers around your wrists.

“Can I take them off, please?” it was incredible seeing him so shy and desperate, that when you tried to answer with a simple yes, the word was replaced by a moan that naturally grew from your throat and reached your lips.    

He grinned and placed a chaste kiss on your lips, before taking his time to lick and bite on the skin of your neck. He gently sucked on your nipples and you had to chew on the inside of your cheeks to contain the moans. You firmly gripped at his hair and positioned his head between your legs.

"So impatient" Roger commented in a low tone, pulling your underwear down until they reached your ankles. His hot breath was so close to where you needed him the most.

“You’re so fucking beautiful” he groaned and his tongue gently licked your clit, making your back arch. Roger grinned and in a moment his mouth locked with your core, as a series of loud whimpers left your mouth.

Roger didn’t stop your hips when you started to rock them to have more friction and he kept sucking and licking the soul out of you; it all felt so good that soon your hand pressed behind his head, obliging him to keep his mouth so close to your pussy, that his nose was brushing against your swollen clit.

His big, blue eyes were looking up at you under his long eyelashes and his hand stretched on your body to reach your breasts, squeezing and massaging them repeatedly.

“You’re such a good boy, Rog. It fe – fuck, it feels so good!” you babbled, closing the sheets in your fists and strongly gripping at them until your knuckles turned white. Roger’s moans were sending multiple vibrations that warmed up all your lower area and you were sure you were close to your climax.

When he unexpectedly nibbled at your clit, you screamed his name out loud as the orgasm made your entire body shake in pleasure. Roger kept licking you up and down, helping you to get off your high, before sitting on his heels and wiping away your wetness from his chin with the back of his hand.

“Was it good ma’am?” he flirted, towering you with his body. You cupped his face and pulled him closer, kissing him and tasting yourself on his lips. His cock was still red and hard and you knew it was time for Roger to let himself go as well. You placed your palms on his chest, forcing him to lay down on the bed.

You straddled him and his hands fell on your hips.

“You were a good boy, Rog. Such a good boy for me” you told him between the kisses, as your hand reached for his hard member to line it up with your entrance.

“Please Y/N” he whined again and hearing him so desperate again, made you forget about the orgasm you just experienced, heating up your body for the second time.

“Please what? Tell me Roger” you knew you were being merciless, as you were letting his tip run up and down your folds, teasing him too much. His fingers pressed hard on your hips, probably leaving some bruises, but you didn't care at all.  

“Please, I need to be inside of you as soon as possible” he cried out. You lowered your body to kiss him on the lips, before finally sinking down on him.

“Fuck!” he hissed, as you were adjusting yourself on his lap. You waited some seconds more, until he was practically breathless under you, before starting to move your hips.

You steadied yourself putting your hands on his chest, as hot moans escaped both your mouths, while you were moving extremely slow. You dictated the rhythm, establishing the perfect pace for both of you to basically drown in pleasure.  

“I’m close, Y/N” Roger mumbled, trying to do his best to last as long as possible, but he knew he would have not resisted much longer. He had waited so patiently for his orgasm and you didn’t want to deny it to him.

“Be a good boy, Rog. Cum for me” you said, rolling your hips faster to let his cock reach and hit a new angle inside of you that made both of you groan each other’s names.

His head sank in the pillow, his eyes closed and his mouth fully opened when he raised his hips to meet your core, finally letting himself go. His orgasm hit him hard and he released his hot cum inside of you.

You were close to come for the second time, so you kept rocking your hips even when Roger was oversensitive and already softened inside of you.

"Y/N, that's too much!" he cried, but in response you just quickened your pace, bouncing harder up and down his length. You knew he was probably aching so much at that point, but your mind was clouded as you could feel your orgasm growing wider in your lower area.

"Y/N" his voice was a choked groan, but you could feel his cock getting harder again inside of you, causing a new wave of adrenaline to rock your body.

“I’m so close, baby. So close” you whimpered, squeezing his shoulders. Roger’s hand found your hips and he started to trust faster inside of you. You clenched around his now again hard member and, in a moment, you both came, shivering and trembling.

Roger's orgasm was short but as strong as yours as he came inside of you all over again. You finally pulled him out and you both whimpered at the loss of contact when you collapsed on his sweaty chest. His fingers gently caressing your hair and the hot skin of your back.

With trembling arms, you sustained yourself to kiss him on the lips before rolling on your back to place yourself next to him on the mattress. You both stayed in silence, breathing in and out.

“All the bloody men you had shagged were fucking crazy! How could they think that this, wasn’t the hottest thing ever?!” Roger spoke out loud and you turned your head to meet his gaze. You blushed and got closer to rest your head on his shoulder.

“I can’t believe you’re being all shy now, after what you did!” he commented, making the both of you giggle in unison. You raised your head and admired his beautiful face, still red and sweaty.

“So … you liked it?” you mumbled, tracing his jaw with your finger. He kissed your digit and pulled you on top of him until you found yourself resting on his body with your arms crossed on his chest and your chin laid between them. Roger caressed your cheek and put a strand of your hair behind your ear.  

“It was the best sex of my life!” he finally replied, as you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You moved yourself up to kiss him on the mouth, but when your lips collapsed, he quickly changed position, making you fall on the bed and towering you.

“Wasn’t it too rough?” you asked, leaning your palm on his cheek. He raised an eyebrow and, as a response, he just lowered himself to kiss you again.

“Just, don’t get used to it. I’m usually the one who takes control” Roger whispered, kissing your neck. You chuckled when his nose tickled your face.

“I’m sorry, but it’s hard for me to believe it after seeing you cry like a baby” you sassily replied, taking him by the chin to place another passionate kiss on his lips.

“Can’t wait to prove you wrong” the words came out hushed between the kisses and you let out a small laugh, while Roger’s hands reached the sheets to cover both of your bodies.

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A bright, yellowish aura glows right behind his head making his already blond hair looks like golden strands. You want to touch them, to lock your fingers inside them, to intertwine your digits there forever. However, you resist to that impulsive temptation, to look at him one minute more.  

His lips are parted while whispered breaths escape his mouth, slightly curved to form a small, fulfilled smile.

You smile too, mirroring his satisfied expression.

Another thunder explodes in the sky, causing him to curl his nose and inhale deeply as he rolls on his tummy rotating his face in the opposite direction exposing his back and nape to your adoring eyes.

His circular halo fades a bit before starting to shine again, now completely visible.

You slowly slither closer to his body, propping yourself on one elbow to lay your face on the palm of your right hand.

The skin of his shoulders is pale, almost lucent; every relaxed muscle reminds you of those Greek statues people go photograph in museums or admire on the pages of Art’s books.

Your eyes trace every curve of his back with their gaze until they fall on the two, tiny red lines just above his shoulder blades. A trembling finger reaches and gently caresses them.

He breathes heavily and the circle of light around his head intensely shines, before he stretches his neck and he finally turns around to look at you.

You fondly smile down at him while a hint of red blooms on your cheeks.

“’morning,” he mumbles pushing his face on the pillow while he yawns. You giggle and look at his long lashes, his big blue eyes, and his little rounded nose.

Every detail of his face seems perfectly carved from the hands of the most expert of the artists. And, well, in a sense it is.

He catches you staring. He laughs. A melodious chuckle.

“Who are you?” you ask all blushed and shy when his hand stretches towards your face to trace shapes on your cheek and near the corner of your lips.

The halo is back, its light shines more than the thunderbolt that has just whitened every wall of the room. Another rumble follows.

“’m Roger” he replies in the most innocent tone possible. You roll your eyes playfully and fall on the mattress keeping your gaze focused on the ceiling.

“That’s not what I meant, you know it” your voice comes out low, cracked by the tiniest hint of sadness in it. Roger moves the sheets that are encircling the lower part of his body to slide closer.

You do not dare look at his face, but the corner of your eyes catches the light that comes from him.

“It’s complicated, right?” you whisper turning your head just enough to meet his eyes. The blue in his irises changes: from crystalline, it becomes darker, as a sea ready to welcome a summer storm.

“It’s complicated” Roger echoes you, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. You nod to yourself and sadly smile at him.

You can see his halo fading away as he adjusts himself by your side to pull you closer to his chest; you lay your head on his shoulder and let your hand lazily draw circles on his torso.

His hand is intertwined in your hair, and all around you a dull calm is hugging you tightly, in contrast with the pouring rain that falls outside and wets the window’s glass.

You know what is going to happen. You know you have to say goodbye.

“’ll miss you,” you admit, mumbling against the warm skin of his arm. Roger furrows his eyebrows and turns his head to catch at least a little portion of your face.

“What do you mean?” he asks, while his thumb plays with your earlobe causing heavenly shivers to trespass your spine. You sigh a half laugh and look at him.

“You do know what I mean – a shadow of guiltiness drops on his face, so you extend your arm to sweetly palm his cheek – that’s okay, Rog. You made me live the best night of my life, no regrets. About nothing. I’ll never forget you”

You slowly push him down until your lips glue together into a passionate kiss. Roger hums and cups your face to deepen the kiss.

He starts to feel a familiar tingling coming from his back and your fingers have just the time to touch the free skin of his shoulders because in a second a pair of candid wings spread open.

You widen your eyes and with a childish, admiring expression, you start to caress the white feathers that are covering both of you as a shield.

Roger smiles widely and kisses your forehead while the halo around his head begins to shine, as it has never done.

When your eyes meet his, you notice a thin layer of tears that are pooling inside his blue irises; a strange sense of preoccupation fills your heart, and you cannot help but stroke his sad face.

“What?” you ask softly, almost under your breath.

“No regrets” he echoes your words and you nod silently, while the tip of his right-wing tickles your shoulder.

“That’s what I said”

“And I agree. Deeply and truly – Roger adds, depositing a light kiss on your lips again – but I'm sorry”

He abandons his forehead against yours and in a moment, he feels tiny.

Ironically, he feels the vulnerable one. The one who needs protection. Therefore, you encircle his waists with your arms, to cradle him. To reassure him. To have him closer to your body.

He stretches his arms to sustain his weight and look into your eyes. He is crying glistening tears, which simultaneously reminds you of raindrops, snowflakes and little diamonds.

“For what?” you feebly question, already quivering of concern for the answer.

His blond hair has become a single whole with his aura, forming a single golden flare that crowns his head. His blue eyes are simply ethereal, while his wings fully open above your head.

Roger gives you a sad smile, caresses your cheek and kisses your lips one more time, before finding the courage inside his immortal heart to say:

“Because you’ll forget about me”

A white veil falls in front of your eyes. Celestial harmonies fill your ears. Then, nothing.

Black. Darkness.

You wake up in your bed. Alone. Confused.

You rub your eyes when a roaring thunder startles you. The intense, infinite grey sky that is visible from your open-curtains window is blinding your sight and you have to cover your face with your hand.

A terrible headache spreads from your temples and tangled memories of the previous night crowd your mind. You even start to wonder how you have reached your bed and your apartment safely.

You sit on the mattress and pass a hand through your hair, feeling your head spinning like a top.

Suddenly, the corner of your eye sees something: a white, little thing laid on the pillow on the other side of the bed.

You take it between your index finger and your thumb, studying it, making it spinning among your fingers.

The doorbell rings unexpectedly and you flinch on the bed, immediately jumping on your feet to approach the apartment door.

You put yourself on your tiptoes to see through the peephole and smile when you notice the figure of your best friend tapping her foot on the ground, waiting for you to welcome her inside.

“Finally! – she sighs when you open the door for her – what are you still doing in your pajama?! It’s almost three in the afternoon and we have to go!” she exclaims, indicating your once again confused figure.

I never sleep this much. What has happened yesterday night?

You ask yourself.

“We have to go … where?”

You ask your friend.

Her chin touches the floor and she raises an eyebrow, visibly incredulous by your question.

“Are you joking? There is the concert tonight! The Queen’s concert, for God’s sake! We’ve been waiting for this night for months, how could you forget about it?”

A strange warmth showers your body and you cannot actually tell the reason why. Only a pair of twisted flashes from a distant night fill your head for the fraction of a second.

Your friend inclines her head in curiosity and points at your left hand, laying still by your side.

“What’s that? And why are you so lost, ‘re you alright?”

You look down, between your fingers. The white thing you have collected from the bed a moment before is still there.

A white feather.

You look at it. You spin it. And you smile.

A reborn consciousness hits you like an ocean’s wave.

“It’s nothing – you answer to your friend, who is evidently confused – I just had a dream, last night. A beautiful dream” you add, more to yourself than to her.  

“Okay – she shrugs and scrolls her head – but now go! Move! Get ready!” and, saying that, she pushes you towards your bedroom as you both start laughing loudly.

“I can’t wait to see them playing! We must be front row! –

She starts and, as you get dressed, begins to fantasize about the concert.

- I have to touch Freddie’s hands! And John and Brian must notice me! Not to mention Roger! He is so handsome”

She sighs and you cannot help but curve your lips in a wide smile when she mentions his name.

“He so good at singing as well! And, believe or not, people who went to their concerts told me that live he even sounds better! He sings like an angel!”

An angel.

Those two words echo in your ears and your heart jumps a little in your chest. You softly caress the feather you have laid on your nightstand, before turning around to look at your friend.

You smile at her and, adjusting your bag on your shoulder ready to go, you friendly pat on her arm and say:

“You two are just made for each other, why don’t you just get on with it?!” Lucy spoke from the screen of your laptop.

You chuckled and shook your head, wishing you could agree with her “I already told you: you’re crazy, my friend”

“Bullshit, y/n, and you know it. Why don’t you just talk to him?”

You sighed “Because, last time I checked he had a girlfriend, and I don’t wanna mess around with anyone”

She rolled her eyes and smirked at you through the camera “C’ mon we both know that’s never gonna last and if you don’t act soon, you’ll miss your chance, doll” you see her becoming more serious “I don’t wanna see you get hurt like last time, that’s all I’m saying”

It sincerely moved you how deeply she cared for you. She had always had your back and always had been there for you through the good and the ugly, just like you had been for her.

Since you had started hanging out with her and her friends from work (almost a year ago, right after she had finished shooting Bohemian Rhapsody), she had always told you she had seen a spark fly between you and Ben since you first met each other.

Deep down you knew she was right: you had felt something strange going on with the butterflies in your stomach when the handsome Englishman had firstly shaken your hand. Something in his big green eyes, in the huge smile he greeted you with and the quick wink he gave you, had surely moved something inside you.

You had developed a small crush on him at first, but had never said anything to anyone. Anyone except Lucy, that had immediately understood everything and had started to root for the two of you to end up together.

You had soon become a part of their small group and they had welcomed you gladly, making you feel like a vital part of their small gang. The relationships you developed with all of them were different but special in every kind of way: you were sure you could always count on Lucy (your oldest friend) and now Rami, her boyfriend, for some advice or for a quiet and light-hearted evening in front of the tv or out drinking, but you had to admit you always had a blast when you hang out with them and the rest of the guys: Joe, Gwilym, Allen and Ben. When all of the boys were reunited they could give the best of themselves and always managed to make you crack up with both the silliest or most sophisticated jokes.

You were proud to call them all your friends.

But lately, things with Ben had become hugely more complicated.

Nearly six months into your acquaintance to the group, Ben had met Liza through a mutual friend and had started going out with her. In a matter of two weeks, they were together.

She was sincerely a nice girl and you couldn’t find a single thing that was wrong about her, not a single reason why they shouldn’t have been together. Lucy insisted she wasn’t worth half as much as you and that Ben honestly deserved better. And with better, she meant you, which usually made you either laugh or wonder if she was just saying that cause she was your friend.

“Ben’s just reasoning with the wrong end of his body”, she always repeated “You just have to wait till he realises that. Or else I’ll make him”

You always shook your head and smiled, but deep down, you hoped she was right. Your small crush had faded with the passing of months, segregated in a corner of your mind, and it’s not like you drooled behind him; however, you frequently found yourself wishing you could just for a moment, stop thinking and crash your lips onto his. Not to start anything serious, just to see what it’s like and to understand if the spark was just a spark or else, the possibility of something more.

“Anyhow,” Lucy’s cracking voice startled you from your thoughts. She was still on the other side of the screen “I’ll be at your place at 6, please be ready or I’ll tell Rami to start the car and drive away”

“I promise I will. Bye Luce”

Turning off your computer, you finished packing and turned on the shower. You and the gang had planned a weekend in Rami’s cabinet up in the hills to get away from the everyday life and stress. And obviously to drink everything you wanted without anyone having to drive.

Ben obviously wasn’t coming. He told you all he had plans with Liza, but everybody knew the truth. Liza was not completely fond of him hanging out with you. She didn’t know you had had feelings for him, or at least that’s what you knew; and yet somehow, as their relationship was growing, you realised Ben would always casually miss the seldom Saturday night out, just cause there would have been Lucy, Rami and the two of you.

Every now and then you felt like bursting out and standing up for your friendship, confronting Liza to tell her she had nothing to worry, that you would have not jumped on him when she wasn’t watching or stolen him from her. But you always clenched your fists and shut your mouth: if Ben really wanted to save your friendship, he would have talked to Liza to find a way.

It broke your heart thinking he did not care about you as much as you did about him.

When you arrived at the cabinet you immediately hugged Gwilym and Joe who were already there with some bags and boxes. You were ready to bet half of them contained alcohol.

You laughed “You realise we’re only here for, like, two days and a half, right? How much you intend to get us drunk?”

They chuckled and Joe answered for the both of them “You never know, y/n, we could be stuck here forever, we have to be ready”

You giggled and walked past them, following Lucy inside.

You all set up your rooms: Rami and Lucy in the main one and Gwilym, Joe and you in the guest room. You were not embarrassed of sleeping in their same room: they had basically become like older brothers to you and you knew they felt the same protective big-brother-y energy towards you.

After you all had dinner, the guys wanted to drive back into town: Allen had texted them there was a cool party at a friend of his.

“Guys we’re supposed to be getting away from the city, don’t you remember?” you protested, already dreaming of your comfortable pyjamas.

“Yeah” Joe answered “But they are giving away drinks and Allen said there’s quite a… fauna over there” and smirked to Gwilym, who smugly smiled and looked over to you.

“He had me at drinks, but that is a plus” he just added.

“You two are disgusting” you rolled your eyes.

Turning towards Lucy and Rami, you asked: “What do you think?”

“I think we should go, at least for the free drinks” Rami simply said, shrugging his shoulders.

“But we have plenty here!” you commented.

“Yeah but it’s not the same” Gwil jumped in and earned a fulminating look from you.

Lucy had been following your banter with the boys whilst texting on her phone. When she heard you stopped talking, she got up from the sofa to join you in the middle of the living room.

“I say we go,” she said.

You groaned in protest, while Joe and Gwil exulted and patted her on the shoulder.

“Why Luce? Just, why?” you asked.

She tried to hide a smug grin, “You don’t have to come if you don’t want to” she conceded with a smile.

You smiled gratefully “Thanks, Luce.”

“You can’t stay here alone, y/n” Rami commented “There are other houses but the closest one is down the hill, at least a mile away”

“I swear I won’t jump on the walls or off the balcony” you joked, Joe and Gwilym giggled. “C’ mon Rami, I can take care of myself”

“Yeah but in case of emergency-”

“-she’ll call us and we’ll be right back, right?” Lucy asked the other boys.

Gwil and Joe were nodding along and had weird, relaxed grins on their faces. You couldn’t tell if they were up to something or if they were simply impatient to go to the party.

Rami gave in with a sigh and reached for the car key “If you need anything, please just call” he said heading to the door.

“I will, dad” you mocked him and he softly chuckled, shaking his head.

“Don’t do anything stupid either” Lucy said on the threshold.

“I won’t, mom” you joked and held the door open for them to walk out. “At least not anything I wouldn’t do!” she shouted when she was already approaching the car.

You smiled and waved, closing the door behind you. You immediately slipped into the pyjamas you had been so long craving for and snuggled by the fire; the tv was showing an old movie and you could feel like dozing off after a few minutes, when you heard a loud knock on the door.

You frowned and looked at the clock: the guys had been gone for about half an hour. Could it be them already?

You looked outside and it was pouring rain. Wrapping yourself in a blanket and picking up an umbrella from the corridor, you approached carefully the door.

Heart beating fast in your chest, a ton of scenes from horror movies passed through your head and for a moment you were not sure whether you were dreaming or awake.

The knock repeated itself and you jumped for the surprise. You put your hand on the handle and pulled the door open.

In the dim light of the street, a wet and chilly Ben was trembling.

“What in the bloody hell took you so long?” he shrieked, passed you by and through the door, heading to the kitchen.

Still a bit startled, you closed the door behind you and followed him.

“You’re wetting Rami’s floor,” you said, while we put the kettle on and opened some cabinets, probably looking for tea “He won’t be pleased”

“Yeah yeah, this is like a second home to me now” he answered “I’ll clean up”.

You watched him fidget with the box of tea and softly chuckled: his fingers were so cold he couldn’t even open it.

He lifted his gaze, smugly smirking “Does this seem funny to you? I’m freezing”

You nodded “Yeah it’s funny” you got closer, still giggling, and took it out of his hands.

“Thanks” he mumbled.

You smiled “Why are you so freezing?”

He sat on a stool “I parked the car down the hill, cause I know Rami always parks here. Where is his car anyway?”

You opened the box and took out to cups from the cabinet “They all went to this party Allen invited us to”

"That's weird, I texted Lucy and she told me you were all here"

That minx, you thought. Now you knew why she had told you that you could just stay here: she had orchestrated everything to get the two of you to spend some time alone together.

You didn’t know whether to thank her or insult her.

He frowned. You could feel his gaze on you “Why are you not there?”

You shrugged “Didn’t feel like going” you met his eyes and gave him a small smile “I wanted to stay home and help chilly night wanderers”

He softly chuckled “Guess it’s my lucky day then. Thank you by the way”

You smiled looking at what you were doing instead of his deep green eyes. Something in his gaze made you feel weird, like some kind of tension had fallen between the two of you in an instant.

You shrugged the feeling away. “It’s nothing”

You saw him straightening his spine with the corner of your eye.

“Why are you here?” you asked sheepishly.

He joined his hands on the table and sighed while staring at the surface of the wooden table “We had a small fight”

He didn’t have to say who was we. It was clear he was talking about Liza.

“A small fight and you drive 60 miles away in the middle of the night?” you corked an eyebrow.

He glanced over at you and snorted “Okay, it was kinda a big one”

“Ben?” you inquired, a smile on your face to mock him “What did you do?”

He huffed but did not return the smile. He just looked down at his hands and reached for the cup you had prepared for him. You pulled it out of his reach, now seriously worried something had gone wrong.

“Ben” you repeated, “What happened?”

He looked up at you: his green eyes a strange mixture of emotions.

“I told her I meant to come up here and spend some time with you guys. She told me she wasn’t totally on board with it…”

Because I’m here as well, you thought.

“…I told her she could come as well but she didn’t want to and so…” he hesitated.

“So… what?” you asked, taking a seat beside him on a stool.

He turned to face you and sighed again “I asked her what she expected me to do, if she wanted me to stop seeing my friends just because…” he stopped to sigh again and never continued that sentence.

Instead, he continued “I might have told her she couldn’t control my life like that… We ended up shouting things to each other and well…”

“Oh Ben…” you placed your hands on your face, rubbing your eyes and shaking your head “and you run out to drive up here?”

He shifted his gaze back to the table, silently answering your question.

“You are a dick,” you said, before letting out a soft chuckle and swiftly covering your mouth with a hand.

He turned his head to you “I’m the dick? She’s the one trying to control my life and the people who are in it…”. Unable to stand your gaze, he moved it back to the table, slightly shaking his head.

“Yeah, but you need to work things out if you still want to call her your girlfrie-”

“What if I don’t want to anymore?” he uttered, startling you and making you shift in your seat.

“What?” you asked in a low voice.

“No” he brought his hands to his face and angrily rubbed his eyes, just like you had done earlier “Ugh! I don’t know… I don’t know why it’s all so complicated right now…”

He turned to face you the instant you did the same: you felt your heartbeat race faster, you were so close you could smell his cologne.

“Do you think I'm being out of my mind here?” he leaned in to place a hand on your thigh, his eyes fixated in yours.

Somehow you had forgotten how to breathe. You caught his gaze shifting from your eyes to your lips, then back again to your eyes. You were now sure of the redness that had surely sprung among your cheeks.

“I-” you started, but didn’t know how to finish the sentence, your brain blanking every 0.2 seconds, due to lack of oxygen.

“You what?” he whispered, constantly inching forward.

You both knew how it was gonna end, but neither of you had the strength to stop it.

It was inevitable.

You had wanted this moment to happen for so long, you found it hard to back down now. And from the way Ben was acting, you were pretty sure he had all the intention to let it happen.

“What are you -” you started again, but you couldn’t complete the sentence.

Ben’s lips crashed into yours and you soon felt his cold hands on your cheeks. The kiss only lasted a few seconds and when you pulled away, Ben’s eyes were indecipherable.

You turned towards the table again, propping your elbows on the surface and bringing your hands to your face.

“No Ben, you can't do this" you started “We can't do this. Not while you're still with her. It's not right”

You felt his hand on your back “y/n, I really don't think we'll get back together. At least, I don't want to”

“Did you break up?”

He hesitated “Well, no but -”

“Then you’re still together! I don’t wanna get in the middle of anything” you stated.

“You already are, y/n” he replied, your gaze swiftly shifting to his eyes, waiting for an explanation.

He huffed “You seriously cannot tell me you have not noticed”

You frowned “Noticed what?”

He widened his eyes “C’ mon, y/n, don’t be elusive…”. He realised you didn’t know what he was talking about; he continued “I must be a better actor than I think I am…” he chuckled, shaking his head.

He locked eyes with you “I can’t stop thinking about you, y/n. I tried, seriously, but I don’t know how to stop. I try to avoid being alone with you because I don’t know how to control myself.”

A shiver ran down your spine, hearing all the words you had hoped to hear him say. You tried to hide a smile: that was indeed a turn of events.

He smiled "Look, I have no idea what I'm doing here," he whispered leaning closer again “but I know I want to find out what this is all about”

You swiftly turned to him, to look at him in the eyes, trying to read them.

“I feel like something bad will happen if we keep looking at each other like that” you suggested.

Ben softly chuckled, before whispering “…or something good, depends on perspective”

You found again very close to his lips and you knew he was staring at yours. You kissed him quickly, as to remind yourself what it felt like.

He smiled widely and kissed you back again, the kiss lasting a bit longer this time. You pulled away again, looking at his eyes one more time: they were smiling, just as much as his lips and you knew he was just as much excited as you about this.

Almost simultaneously you crushed your lips together, your hands flying into his blond hair and his finding quickly your jaw and neck. You parted your lips to give him better access and he deepened the kiss. It was heated, passionate and heavy of all the tension you had stored through the past year.

He slid a hand down to your waist and pulled you closer, making you jump down the stool and inch towards him, between his legs. Your hands roamed on his back, while he had one behind our neck and another on your waist. You pulled away to catch some breath and stared into his eyes to ask him what you were doing.

He jumped down the stool: as an answer, he grabbed you again and started back where you had left. Transported by the kiss, he guided you towards the corridor and into the nearest room. He opened the door with his back, without even letting you slip out of his grip.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this” he whispered to your ear, after pulling away from your lips for a second.

“I know” you replied, bringing your hands to his chest, part of you wanting to keep him close, the other wanting to push him away "Me too".

You were awfully aware what you were doing was far from the right thing to do, let alone the right moment to do it. Ben was technically still with Liza and you knew he was technically cheating on her. With you.

But when he roamed his hands on your back, hugging you tight and kissing you passionately, the outside world faded away instantly and it was like you were in your own world, where only the two of you existed.

You slid your hands down his still partially wet t-shirt and slipped them under it. Ben helped you getting it over his head. You took a moment to caress his chest and abdomen, admiring his muscles before looking up to his eyes.

His cold hands played with the hem of your sweater: you tossed it on the floor, revealing your bare chest, and you grinned widely when you heard him gulping. He leaned down to kiss you again passionately, guiding you towards the bed and making you lay down, quickly hovering you.

He searched for your eyes for a moment, trying to read your emotions. You propped yourself on your elbows to kiss him softly. “You know there’s no turning back from this?” he asked “For our friendship I mean”

You lifted an eyebrow “I’m currently laying half naked underneath you, I think we can safely say our friendship is ruined”

He softly chuckled, letting out what you thought to be one of the best sounds you had ever heard. Your heart ached at how happy you felt in that very moment.

“What do you mean you don’t flash all of your friends?” he joked.

“Only Joe and Gwil” you answered in tone, making him gulp harshly again.

You chuckled and cupped his cheek, kissing his jaw right afterwards “I’m kidding”.

He hushed a groan “I sure hope so”

He looked again into your eyes, more serious this time, silently asking for permission to continue.

You smiled “I’m ready when you are”

He smiled back, leaning down to cover your body with his and kissing you again, before moving to your jaw and to the crook of your neck. You hushed out a moan when he started kissing your skin, leaving small red marks under the earlobe.

"Ben," you whispered not exactly knowing what to say next. Your mind was inebriated by him.

"Mmmh" he mumbled on your skin.

You were shivering from all the emotions you were feeling, inebriated by his scent and by the knowledge you were actually that close to him. Never in your wildest dreams, you would have imagined he had felt the same the whole time.

You were gleaming with joy and you couldn’t stop a smile to form on your face, as Ben kept on kissing your neck and chest.

He caught your smile and stopped to ask, smiling himself “What’s that smile?”

“I just can’t believe this is happening,” you explained “now please kiss me again”

His smile widened as he leant down to meet your lips, his hand sliding down your body to toy with the edge of your pants, slowly pulling them down.

He wasn’t teasing, he just wanted to take his time to savour every moment.

You smirked in the kiss and moved a hand from his neck to the other edge of your pants, helping him to pull them off and toss them on the floor.

The heat of the room had increased exponentially in the last few minutes and you felt a pleasant heat spreading down your spine and between your legs.

Your hands flew to his belt and you fidgeted with the buttons of his jeans. He knelt back and undid them himself, discarding them on the floor afterwards.

He came down to hover you again, kissing your jaw and nibbling at the skin between your breasts. You loudly sighed and tightened the grip on his hair, the other hand drawing patterns on his back.

You could feel him against your thigh from underneath his boxers, the sensation bringing even more excitement down at your core.

Using an elbow to perch yourself, you rolled the both of you over the bed, so that now he had his back laying on the mattress and you were straddling him.

He smiled at your sudden initiative and cupped your cheeks to kiss you again and bring you closer to his chest.

Laying on top of his body, skin on skin, kissing the air out of your lungs was probably one of the best feelings you had ever experienced.

Almost accidentally you brushed your hips against his boxers, drawing a whimper from Ben’s lips. When you parted for a moment, his eyes were dark and lighted by a spark of excitement. Grinning, you repeated the move, earning another hushed whimper from him.

“If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to hold back” he said, suffocating a groan.

You smirked “Then don’t”

His eyes lit up with excitement a crooked smile propped up on his lips. He rolled you over again and slid his hands underneath the elastic band of your panties, slowly pulling them down, his eyes locked into yours.

You instantly reached for his underwear and tugged at the hem of his boxers. You could see how surprised he was by your initiative, which shocked him every time.

As he got rid of his underwear as well, he knelt on the mattress, a light-hearted grin on his face.

“Are we really doing this?” he asked with a smile, adjusting the condom on. There was no trace of doubt in his voice: he was just as incredulous as you were to the fact that you were finally exploring your feelings for each other.

Smiling, you sat up on the bed to reach his face and cup his jaw with your hands.

“I think we might just be” you whispered with a smile. He smiled back, placing his lips on yours and laying you down on the mattress, his body covering yours and your lips still locked to each other.

Without further notice, you felt him align himself with you and slid inside. Simultaneously you inhaled sharply at the new sensation. You wrapped your hands around his back, as he placed small sloppy kisses down your neck and on your shoulder.

Ben started at a slow pace, steadying himself by perching on his elbow by the side of your body, as you gently caressed his arms. Neither of you dared to talk, to caught up in the moment to even articulate a sentence: you were taking things slow, not wanting the moment to end. It went on like that for a while, Ben slowly thrusting in and out, his lips locked with yours at every movement he made.

The whole cabin was quiet and the silence was interrupted every once in a while only by your hot breaths and muffled moans and by the crackling of the fireplace.

You collapsed next to each other, Ben’s arm wrapped around your waist and your head on his shoulder. The soft blankets were barely covering your bodies as you stared at the ceiling with a huge smile on your face.

“No turning back, uh?” you asked hesitantly, breaking the silence.

He turned his face, searching for your eyes and smiling.

“No turning back.” he said inching forward to kiss you once more.

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A/N: We’re gonna tag our usual suspects cause this is something new and we’d very much like your opinion on it, lovesies 🖤 You can absolutely ignore it if you don’t feel like reading it, but let us know if you do!

Also, there is a slight chance this could get a part two (?) let us know if you’d like that! Cheers, folks! 💖

Staring at the white and blue bathroom tiles of your bathroom’s floor, you forced yourself to remember how to breathe.

Closing your eyes, you inhaled, held your breath, and exhaled. Repeatedly.

How the fuck did this happen?

  Stay calm. Breathe. Clear your mind.

When the fuck did this happen?

  Breathe. Everything’s gonna be okay. Stay calm.

Fuck, what am I gonna do now?

  Clear your mind.

Do I tell him?

  Stop it. Breathe.

Shit, how should I call him? Or text him? Should I show up at his place? Should I tell him to come at mine? Will he want to see me? Do I want to see him again? Should I wait a while? Should I tell him right away?

“STOP!” you yelled out.

You didn’t mean to scream it out. Those voices inside your head were becoming louder and louder and were talking over each other and constantly fighting. You felt like your head was gonna explode.

Your eyes shut open and focused again on the intricate motives on the white tiles of your bathroom.

Looking around you, you found the stick on the floor two feet away from you.

Three lines. No way you could mistake it. You were pregnant.

In all your life, of all the times you’d imagined that moment, you’d never imagined something like that.

You thought it would have been a joyful moment, with a little bit of fear and worry for the huge step you’d gonna be taking, but mainly happiness. With the person you’d be spending your life with.

Instead, you found yourself sitting on the floor of your bathroom, alone.

You felt hopeless, abandoned and utterly, completely alone.

Rubbing your eyes with your hands, you forced yourself to find the strength of standing up and looking at your reflection in the mirror.

Now all the late evening sicknesses, the aversion to tuna and salmon which you normally loved and the sense of uneasiness every time you got up in the morning had a reason to be. What a fool you felt now for not having understood earlier.

You stared at your own reflection, turning halfway to your left, looking for some signs of a bigger belly but everything looked normal to you. It must have been like a month or two max.

Caressing your lower belly, you sighed. The next thing in your mind besides coming to terms with it  was realising you now would have had to tell him.

The thought of him brought you back to the night when six weeks ago the two of you had put the word ’end’ to your relationship. That night had only been the climax of a lot of things piling up over those months of being together, like fights about him always being away, fights about you working late in the evenings and endless fights about way too many rescheduled dates and missed calls.

You remembered the look on his face when you both realised that that was it for the two of you. You remembered him cupping your face and kissing you heavily and passionately and then him rolling you over on his couch and just exploring every inch of your body as if to try and impress it all in his mind. You remembered not wanting that moment to end and savouring every inch of his skin, inhaling his cologne and absorbing the image of his beautiful green eyes into yours.

You also remembered crying your eyes out later that same night. After making love for what seemed like an eternity and a fraction of a second at the same time, he’d fallen asleep next to you and you’d felt tears pricking behind your eyes. You’d cried silently and lulled yourself to sleep that way, knowing you’d never stop loving him.

The timer beeping in the kitchen told you it was midnight and brought you back from your flashback.

You couldn’t tell him about the pregnancy.

You knew that the second your eyes would have met his, you’d become puddle at his feet. You were too much in love with him to have the strength of telling him you were expecting his baby and then see him walk away again from you.

Getting over him was one of the hardest things you’d ever done and you were not sure you would have bared to do it another time.

You opened the sink and let cold water wash over your face. When you looked back up at yourself in the mirror, you were sure you’d taken the right decision.

Months passed and your determination and will power made it possible that the baby grew strong and healthy in your belly, which was getting bigger and bigger by the day, according to your friends and family. They had repeatedly asked you who the father was, but the only person who you’d actually told the truth to was your gynecologist.

She was the only one who knew the father of your baby was actually Ben freaking Hardy.

Every time someone close to you asked you who the father was, you just said it was this guy who you’d seen for a few months and then broke up with because of his work. Which in fact was not entirely untrue… you just happened to omit the fact that the guy was a world-famous celebrity.

You resolved way early in the pregnancy that sharing the father’s identity would only have compromised his work – the media would have followed him everywhere – and your privacy.

It was only easier this way.

As you walked through your last six months in your mind, a little smile popped up on your lips and you mentally applauded yourself for handling it so well.

You were only a few gynecologist-appointments away to the due date and not a single call or text from Ben. Over the months, as you taught yourself to forget about him, you figured he had forgotten about you.

That Monday you had left home later than usual for your OBGYN appointment. Your heels clicked on the asphalt of the sidewalk as you walked quickly from your car to the clinic. You checked in for the examination and were told you had a two-hour wait ahead of you.

Hearing your stomach grumble for something to eat – which you had not had in the hurry of leaving home as soon as possible – you decided to employ those two hours in getting breakfast at the Starbucks across the street.

Just like you’d expect, there were dozens of people in line for coffee. You patiently got in line and took out your phone to look through your messages and pass the time.

Two messages from mom, a missed call from your friend Debbie and an Instagram direct from your group of friends. The usual.

Scrolling through your feed you noticed recurring photos of Ben recently taken by paparazzi. Ben in a sweatshirt jogging in the park, Ben in his grey beanie walking Frankie, Ben in the pink suit at Wembley with Gwilym.

His face seemed to be everywhere those days. And it was becoming harder to ignore the fact that you hadn’t told him about the baby.

You sighed frustrated and put your phone away in your purse, accidentally elbowing the person behind you in line.

As you turned to apologize, you looked up and froze on your spot.

You’d looked at one of his pictures on the phone like three seconds ago and there he was.

“Sorry…” you mumbled and quickly turned around. You had only been able to catch a glimpse of the reassuring smile he had given you.

He was wearing air pods so he probably hadn’t even heard you. You hoped he hadn’t noticed how red you’d become on your cheeks and how awkward you were moving now that you knew he was behind you.

He was even more handsome than you remembered, with his stupid black leather jacket you used to borrow all the time and the black sunglasses in his hair. It was hard not to think how much you’d missed him.

“What’s your name sweetheart?” the woman behind the cashier asked you.

You shot a fleeting glimpse behind you and answered: “Y/N”.

As she wrote down your name on the cup, you felt something moving behind you and you soon heard his voice

“Y/N, is that you?” Ben asked from behind you.

Crap. Your cover had been compromised.

You slowly turned to him and waved a little “Hi”

You saw him smile widely, then taking in your whole figure and painting his face with genuine surprise.

“Wow, it’s been so long…” he attempted, rubbing his neck awkwardly “ehm… congratulations…!”

You smiled back and thanked him, as you walked away from the cashier and found a place at a table nearby.

“So how have you been?” you asked him with a polite smile, while the butterflies stormed in your stomach.

He told you about his recent projects and the future ones and you nodded along like you would with a long lost friend with whom you don’t have the same intimacy anymore.

He stopped for a second and smiled.

“You look radiant” He just commented and you felt your cheeks flushing.

“Oh stop it, Ben”

“No, I mean it…” he continued “You look happy”

He smiled again then added “I don’t know who he is… but I can see he makes you happy”

You felt like laughing and crying at the same time. Maybe it’s the hormones.

You shook your head “It’s not a he…” you giggled lightly at the confusion on his face.

“Oh, I’m sorry I-”

“It’s a she…” you interrupted him “but she’s very young, she doesn’t have a name yet…”

As you said so, you saw his eyes focusing on your hand placed on your prominent belly.

He looked back at you and chuckled “Well, in this case, I’m very happy for you. A girl… like you always wanted…”

You didn’t know if it was your imagination or something, but those words sounded so sad and sincere to your ears.

You gave him a small smile before looking away from his eyes.

“Is it inappropriate for me to ask who the father is?” he attempted.

You looked back at him and slowly shook your head.

“It is not inappropriate. It’s a legitimate question and you have no idea how many times people have asked me…”

He smiled “And what do you tell them?”

That sneaky bastard knows me too well.

“’You don’t know him… we’ve dated for a while but we’re not together anymore’”

“And what do you tell me?”

He knows it’s not the entire truth, I cannot believe him.

You found yourself torn between the decision to keep him in outside the whole thing and the urge to tell him everything.

“Exactly what I say to everyone that asks… I’m not seeing the guy anymore” you answered and Ben nodded slowly.

“Do I know him?” he asked, trying to sound casual.

You smiled a little “I’m not sure…”

He shifted in his seat and leaned in towards you so he could whisper, “Then tell me his name, I might remember him…”

His green eyes were staring into yours and you felt at home after a long time of wandering around. If you’d been prone to sarcasm a few minutes ago, now there was no trace of it. You could read in his eyes he was trying to remain still while thinking you had been with somebody else.

“Can I ask you something?” you suddenly said, trusting your instinct.

He nodded vividly “Sure, Y/N, anything…”

“Have you ever thought about us since… you know… we broke up?”

He bit his lip, like he would always do when he had something hard or important to say, and gently took your hands into his.

“You have always been in my mind…” he admitted in a low voice looking down at your hands “Whether I was asleep or awake, you were always there… and I’ll never forgive myself for letting you slip away from me”

“You didn’t let me…” you stopped him “I slipped away cause we both decided it was best for us. I decided that–”

“Yeah, but I didn’t stop you. I thought our decision would have made my life easier… I didn’t imagine how wrong could I be…”

You didn’t expect such an open-hearted confession.

“Do you really feel this way?” you asked cautiously.

He looked right back at you “Of course I do, Y/N, I-”

“Then answer this,” you interrupted him again “if we could go back to that moment and change what happened, would you want to?”

You were staring into each other’s eyes and it felt like the world around you had stopped. As you waited for an answer, you felt his thumb rubbing circles on your hand.

“No, I wouldn’t” he then said and you felt the small ray of hope dying out inside of you.

“Oh-”

“I wouldn’t change what happened because it made me understand what life feels without you and now I know I’m ready to make things work”

Your lips parted in shock. It was exactly what you’d always dreaded to hear from him. What was happening felt surreal and before you knew it you caught him inching closer and softly kissing your lips.

It was like coming home after a long time and the gentleness of the kiss made your heart soar.

You pulled away and looked down at your hands still intertwined to his, a small giggle falling off your lips.

“I missed this” you admitted looking back up.

He smiled openly “I missed you” he kissed your lips again, before pulling away, “so… do we get a second chance?”

You chuckled “Would you believe me if I said I’d been waiting for you to ask me this for the last six months?”

Ben chuckled as well, leaning in and resting his forehead against yours “I’m sorry it took so long”

“It’s okay,” you smiled “we made it, didn’t we?”

He smiled as well, “Yeah, we did”, he stopped for a second, then added: “Would the father be okay with this?”

Your lips curved in a big smile, “I bet he would. He’s a very cool guy, you know?” an idea popped into your head and you picked up your phone, “in fact, I’m gonna tell him right now…”

Ben’s eyes widened a little “You’re gonna text him now? Y/N, that’s not neces-”

A faint bing caught his attention and interrupted him mid-sentence.

He excused himself and stuck out his phone. You laughed a little, partially because you realized he hadn’t changed the phone cover you’d given him for his birthday, and partially because of his priceless expression once he’d read the text you’d sent him.

He looked up at you, his pink lips parted in surprise and his green eyes watery and glowing with renewed light.

“Are you joking?” he asked with a nervous chuckle.

You vividly shook your head “It’s you, Ben.”

He huffed and let out a light chuckle, nervously passing a hand through his blond curls.

“I-I can’t believe this…” he sniffled and only then you realized he was actually on the verge of crying.

You reached out to take his hand and held it tight into yours, smiling nicely and gently rubbing it with your fingers.

“This is our second chance”

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