The Fooo Conspiracy Imagines and Preferences

~Felix: It had been a week since you had been able to spend time with Felix alone. It was honestly so difficult to arrange things when your brother was Oscar and he was the typical over protective brother who would definitely get mad if he found out you and Felix were dating. Whenever any of the members even seemed like they were flirting with you, Oscar would be there telling them to back off. This was why you and Felix had decided to keep your relationship a complete secret from everyone, for his safety and yours too. You laughed as you watched Felix throw another piece of popcorn in the air and yet again completely fail at trying to catch it in his mouth. “Why won’t it go in? I’m lining my mouth up with it perfectly. I don’t understand.” He took another handful and tried again, more and more popcorn gathering on your floor as one by one they all missed his mouth. You had both decided on a movie night as Oscar was out with some friends, but somehow the movie in the background was completely being ignored as you had spent most of the night laughing about stupid things together. “Felix you’re wasting all the popcorn,” you told him, shaking your head. “Listen, I’m not giving up until I get one in,” he told you as you watched him, giggling. “You better clean all this up before Oscar gets back,” you laughed, looking at the messy floor. “Don’t worry. I’ve got this.” He reassured you, giving you a wink. You rolled your eyes but a giggle escaped your lips anyway. As he continued to struggle with the popcorn, you shook your head again. “You obviously don’t have the right technique,” you teased him, “watch and learn.” You grabbed some popcorn from the bowl and threw it up in the air opening your mouth wide, squeezing your eyes shut incase they came down and blinded you. To your surprise you felt a few land in your open mouth and then slide straight down your throat. You opened your eyes wide, coughing as Felix sat in disbelief of your successful first attempt. You coughed loudly as he started laughing at you. You wanted to laugh with him but you couldn’t breathe properly as the god damn popcorn was lodged in your throat. You spluttered whilst hitting Felix hard on the arm multiple times. “Wait, you’re actually choking ohmygod!” He started hitting you on the back. At that exact moment you heard your front door unlock and you knew instantly that Oscar was home earlier than expected. Felix looked at you in panic, as you continued coughing, contemplating whether it would just be easier to let yourself choke to death instead of having to deal with your brother’s questioning. As Oscar stepped into the room, a confused and shocked look on his face, you gasped for breath before Felix grabbed the juice on the table and you managed to wash the popcorn down your throat. “Okay. What the heck is this?!” You heard your brother say. You coughed a few more times, trying to recover. “You okay?” Felix whispered to you, rubbing your back. You nodded. “Listen. Am I invisible to you both? What the hell is going on here?” You looked up at Oscar who was coming closer, trying to dodge the mess on the floor. “Are you trying to kill my sister?” He frowned at Felix and then at you. “Of course not! She just choked, I was the one who gave her the drink just now!” Oscar blinked a few times, “okay whatever never mind that, why are you in my house?” He questioned, an angry frown on his face, “and why are you sat so close to her? Move.” Felix began to stand up, but you held onto his sleeve. You sighed. Oscar was going to have to find out at some point anyway. You looked at your brother, giving him the sweetest smile you could. “There’s a chance that… I mean, it could be that… Felix and I might or might not be dating??” You bit you lip, nervous for his reaction. “You better be joking.” There was a silence. You sighed again. “Oscar, I’m not a little girl anymore. I knew you’d be angry so that’s why we kept it a secret. If we both like eachother then why can’t we date? You can’t keep me from having a boyfriend for the rest of my life.” Oscar stared at you in disbelief. “But out of all boys? You choose him?” He pointed at Felix who looked so awkward. “Yes.” You replied. Felix scratched the back of his head, “Oscar, I’m sorry, but I really do like her a lot, and I promise you I’ll treat her right-” “Okay okay, listen. We’ll talk about this properly after this mess is cleaned up.” You smiled to yourself, knowing that Oscar was slowly accepting it.

~Oscar: It was so difficult dating in secret but you and Oscar had no choice. Firstly, the fans would probably freak out, but your brother Olly would be the one who would freak out the most. So whenever you and Oscar were together, it was difficult to pretend like nothing was happening even though you often wanted to just hug him and have him next to you. It was after the show and you were sat backstage with the boys who were fresh from the stage. Oscar looked particularly good today and you were struggling to keep your eyes off him. The both of you continuously glanced at eachother across the room when you thought no one was looking. “Hey, can you go get me a bottle of water please?” Olly asked you, as he took out his earpieces and was disconnected from his microphone set. You nodded and asked, “anyone else?” The boys shook their heads but Oscar spoke up, “I’ll come and get one with you.” As he made his way over to you Olly watched him with suspicious eyes. “She can carry two bottles of water herself,” he told Oscar. “I’m just going with her incase she gets lonely…” Oscar answered, his back turned to Olly as he raised his eyebrows at you, making you smile slightly. “Don’t think I didn’t see you both giving eachother the eyes.” Olly told you, as you and Oscar froze. “Just let them be Olly, that’s how people are when they’re dati-” Omar started, before he was cut off by Oscar coughing loudly. “We’re going to get the um, the water now!” You said loudly, making your way to the door, Oscar following quickly behind. “Wait.” You heard your brother order, and you turned around slowly. Oscar gave Omar a death glare, as he threw his hands up in defence. “I thought everyone knew! You both make it so obvious I thought we all knew but we just didn’t talk about it!” Felix started laughing as you mouthed a ‘shut up’ in Omar’s direction. You were going to strangle him later. “If this is true you better treat her right.” Olly warned Oscar, and he nodded quickly, “of course!” “If you ever make her cry I won’t forgive you, even if you are one of my best friends.” Oscar nodded again as you stood there awkwardly. “You can go and get that water I’m so thirsty, but we’re not done talking yet.” He nodded at you and Oscar, the both of you wanting to leave this awkward situation as quickly as possible. “You better not start making out as soon as you leave the room, you have 30 seconds and if you’re not back I’m coming out to collect you.” Olly warned as you and Oscar practically ran out the room, the both of you looking at eachother as your worried faces slowly turned into laughter as you thought about the whole ridiculous situation. You shrugged, “at least he knows now.”

~Omar: It had been a long night of singing at the top of your lungs together and having a dance battle which you obviously won, even though Omar disagreed, and now you were both exhausted. The TV was on supplying background noise as you sat cuddling into him, his arms wrapped around you. Your brother Felix was out which had given you and Omar the perfect opportunity to spend some much needed time together. He laced his fingers with yours as you talked about various things, from the first time you met and the fact that you were keeping your relationship a secret from Felix, because you weren’t sure how he would react. You spoke about things that scared you and things that you both hoped to achieve in the future, and slowly you felt your eyelids getting heavy. “I’m going to sleep for a little bit okay? Wake me up in 30 minutes because Felix will probably be home soon and we need to get you out the house.” You whispered to Omar slowly, already half asleep. Omar smiled at you and nodded, pressing a kiss against your forehead. You let yourself drift off as your boyfriend ran his fingers through your hair comfortingly. Many minutes passed as you continued sleeping, and as 30 minutes approached, Omar couldn’t bring himself to wake you, as he found you the cutest when you were asleep. He looked at the time and told himself Felix wouldn’t be home yet, and decided to let you continue to rest, his arms wrapped tightly around you. Around 10 minutes later, the front door unlocked, and Omar swore under his breath. Felix was home. As he walked into the room, Omar closed his eyes, pretending to sleep. He heard Felix’s footsteps stop, and he could sense his stare. You were still asleep, completely oblivious to anything, until a sudden pillow hit you, causing you to jolt awake. “What was that for?!” You shouted at Felix, who simply shook his head at you. “Why don’t you answer my question first? Why have I come home to see my sister and my band mate both glued together?” You frowned, not realising exactly what was happening until realisation hit you and your eyes widened. You looked at Omar who seemed to be in a panic, and then back at Felix, who was glaring at you both. He paused for a moment, trying to decide on what to say. “For god’s sake, it’s too late to deal with this,” Felix sighed. “I’m not letting either of you off but this can wait until the morning.” He pulled your arm gently, away from Omar, and nudged you gently towards the stairs. “You,” he spoke sternly towards Omar, an accusing finger towards him, “sleep here tonight. If you even dare think about taking a footstep upstairs, I will kill you.” He then looked at you with the same look, “and you stay upstairs. We’ll deal with this in the morning.” You and Omar shrugged but nodded anyway, too shocked and tired to protest.

Everyone always said that long distance relationships don’t work, and if your relationship is as a result of a summer romance, the odds are even worse, and to top it all off, if your boyfriend was in a well known boyband with hundreds of female fans there was almost no chance the relationship would last long. At first you had always assumed that it was true. But after you met Felix when you visited Sweden in the summer three years ago, your relationship had stayed strong despite all the things you had been told. Although you rarely saw eachother, with you living in England and him in Sweden, you did your best to call or skype eachother when you could. At first this would be once a week, but gradually as time went on and he became busier with performing and rehearsing and you became increasingly focused on studying, it was lucky if you spoke at all each month. You tried not to let it affect you too much, but he began to feel distant and although you tried to push the thoughts away, there was doubt in your mind of how much longer this relationship could last.

~Felix: You woke up in bed one morning and stretched, squinting as the morning light hit you all at once. In the room next door, you heard Felix’s soft voice, and the sound of his guitar being strummed. Getting out of bed quietly, you walked sleepily towards the music and peeped into the room where Felix was sat, pen and paper next to him and a guitar on his lap. “What are you playing?” You asked. He turned his head towards you, and smiled, somewhat nervously. “Can you take a listen to this? It’s not really finished but…” You nodded eagerly,you absolutely loved his singing and watching him concentrate on music was one of the cutest things in the world. “Sure, go for it.” You nodded, encouraging him. He took a deep breath before his fingers began to strum at the guitar. As he sang, you were completely absorbed by his voice and by the lyrics he had written. He was so musically talented, it made you so proud. As he finished his song, he looked up at you, a slight grin on his face as he saw how in awe you were. “I wrote that for you.” He told you, making you gasp. “Are you serious? That was so beautiful. Thank you so much.” He grinned widely. “It still needs some work but I wanted to dedicate a song to you, for making me the happiest boy in the world.” You blushed lightly, before giving him a slight nudge and resting your forehead against his so your lips brushed together. “Thank you Felix.” You muttered, feeling like the luckiest girl in the entire universe.

~Oscar: You had received a text from Olly earlier, asking you to listen to the radio in 5 minutes. Although you found it slightly weird, as you and Oscar had broken up recently and you hadn’t talked to any of the boys in at least a month, you decided to listen anyway. The truth was, you never stopped thinking of Oscar, and even if your relationship hadn’t worked out, you still wanted the best for him. So there you were, sat with your earphones in, listening to the radio like Olly had asked you to. There wasn’t anything happening, and you were considering turning it off when you heard four familiar voices. You smiled to yourself, suddenly really missing Oscar. The boys answered the usual questions they were always asked by radio presenters, and after 10 minutes of small talk, it was time for their new single to be introduced. You heard Oscar’s voice as he began to speak, “This new single is an extremely important song for me, because I wrote it for someone who was, and still is really important to me.” Your heart began to race. “We may not have spoken in a month, but I’ve missed this person too much. I wrote this song before we separated, but listening to it reminds me of how happy she made me. I really hope she’s listening now, and if you are, I want you to know I miss you a lot.” You took a deep breath, trying to stop yourself from crying, as the music began to play. As you listened to the lyrics, you were certain that this song was about the time you spent together, and you couldn’t hold back the tears. It had such a perfect melody and Oscar’s voice was both relaxing and soft. After the song ended, your cheeks were stained with tears, and you grabbed your phone quickly deciding to call Oscar and make things right again.

~Omar: Omar knew how much you loved it when he played the piano. You loved to watch him, as his fingers moved across the keys swiftly and effortlessly, and his voice blended with the sound of the instrument. So he knew exactly what he was doing to you when you turned up at the rehearsal room one afternoon, and found him sat with his fingers glued to the piano keys and his voice filling the room. You walked in slowly, trying not to disturb him, but also trying to get closer so you could hear and see better. As you listened closely to the lyrics he was singing, you realised he was decribing the features of a girl who seem to match you exactly. You smiled to yourself, and as you approached, he caught a glimpse of you, giving you a quick wink. You shook your head at how flirty your boyfriend was, and decided to sit on the seat behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and nuzzling into his back. You giggled as he started to lose concentration and decided to stop playing. He turned to face you, a smirk on his face. “Only you would distract me when I’m trying to be cute and dedicate a song to you.” He shook his head lightly, pretending to be in disbelief. You laughed, “You were being too cute, I couldn’t help myself.” He shook his head again, before gently placing a kiss on your forehead. “Did you like it? The song?” He asked. “Are you kidding me? Of course I loved it. You know how much I love it when you play piano and sing, it drives me insane.” He laughed again, “I’m glad.”

~Felix: You and Felix had been good friends ever since you met him at a party last year, and you had quickly become very close. You were at home studying, when you got a phone call from Felix. When you picked it up he sounded panicked, “You need to come right now! This is an emergency! I need you here, just come as soon as you can okay?” You started to ask questions but he told you he couldn’t tell you over the phone so you hung up as quickly as possible, and made your way to his house, running. Your mind raced as you panicked. If anything happened to him you wouldn’t know what to do. You told yourself to stop being stupid, but a lump formed in your throat as you thought you were going to cry. You’d never heard him sound so panicked before. When you got to his house, everything seem normal, there were no police cars and ambulances like you imagined it in your head. You knocked quickly, banging on the door, trying to catch your breath as Felix opened it, you wrapped your arms around him, relieved he looked okay. “What happened?” You asked, holding hin tightly. He pulled away, studying the worried expression on your face. “I’m completely fine, it’s okay, everything is okay.” He smiled lightly. You frowned, “but-”. He shooked his head, “I’m so stupid I’m sorry, I made you so worried, I just- I- Look, I really like you and I was too scared to just ask you to come over because I wasn’t sure if you’d want to so I made up a plan to say it was an emergency and I know I made you so worried I’m sorry I just…” You let out a sigh of relief after realising he was okay.“I knew it was a bad idea when I heard how panicked you were on the phone,” he told you. You shook your head, hugging him again. “I hate you. You almost made me cry.” You told him. “I know.” He said frowning, “but I really wanted you to come…” He trailed off, taking your hand and pulling you to the table set up. You looked at the table, he had set candles up and there were pretty flowers and it all looked so cute. You looked at him, as he was watching you to see your reaction. “I can’t cook, so I just ordered pizza?” You laughed lightly. “Can this be our first date?” He whispered, pulling you in close, and there was no way you could say no when you’d liked him since the first time you met him. “Of course.” You answered, making him smile shyly, before asking, “the first of many?” You giggled to yourself. “As long as you don’t give me a heart attack everytime you organise a date then sure.” He grins widely now. “I promise.”

~Oscar: You and Oscar had been dating for a while but between his busy schedule and your non-stop studying, neither of you had had the time to organise a proper date. It didn’t really bother you too much, as you understood that finding time was difficult, and whether you went out on dates or not, you knew he loved you a lot and you loved him just as much. So when he had brought out a blindfold halfway through the movie night and covered your eyes, you were completely confused. He laughed as you jumped at his sudden movement and protested, asking him what the hell he was doing. “Stop moving!” He whined, as you started panicking. “Oscar I swear to god, you can’t just pounce on people like this, I wasn’t ready, you gave me a heart attack, are you kidnapping your own girlfriend? If I trip and die then-” “Shhhh…" He cut you off, as you felt his breath on your neck, and his hands placed gently on your shoulders. “Just trust me.” He told you, as you rolled your eyes even though you knew he couldn’t see. “And stop rolling your eyes, your boyfriend knows you well.” You giggled to yourself, he knew you well indeed. “Right I’m going to guide you slowly and you’re just going to have to trust me okay?” You laughed but nodded, still confused at what was going on. He helped you up and led you out of the room and outside, as you felt the breeze on your skin. “Where are you taking me?” You asked for the millionth time, which he ignored once again. “You’re going to love this," he told you, and hearing his excitement made you giggle again. He led you down a few steps and soon enough he told you to stop. "Are you ready?” He asked, his voice filled with excitement. “I think so…" You replied, as he gently removed the blindfold from your eyes. As your eyes adjusted to the light, you saw a picnic blanket laid neatly on the grass, with all your favourite foods in a basket and flower petals surrounding the blanket. There were candles among the grass and you gasped at how beautiful it all was. You looked to your side and saw Oscar with a huge grin on his face, obviously pleased with his work and watching you carefully for your reaction. You laughed and wrapped your arms around him tightly, thanking him for being the absolute cutest boyfriend ever, and placing a kiss on his lips because he deserved it.

~Omar: You were around his house one night, just watching the tv and talking like you did most nights, when he had asked you to follow him to the roof. You laughed, not surprised with his sudden request, as you’d been best friends since you were young children and you were used to his spontaneous ways. He stood up and gestured for you to follow with a grin on his face as you sighed, shaking your head, but obeying nonetheless. "Why the roof Omar?” You asked laughing, “I was comfy sat here.” He ignored your comment and grabbed your hand, “Come on!” He told you, pulling you along lightly. You made your way up the steps and onto the flat roof he had, where you both used to hang out all the time when you were younger. When you got there, you saw a tent, and all memories of your childhood with him came flooding back. You looked at him, a smirk plastered on his face. “Just like the old times hm?” He asked and you nodded, too shocked for a moment to speak. “What is this Omar?” You asked, gesturing in front of you, as you were slightly confused as to why he had done this. He shrugged before answering. “Our first date?” Your eyes widened, as your heart began to beat a little faster. You swallowed, “But we’re not even dating?” “But we could be?” he shrugged again, “I mean, do you want to be my girlfriend?” You laughed lightly, at his sudden awkwardness. You’d never seen this nervous side of him before. “I mean, you don’t have to be, I was just-” “I would love to be,” you cut him off, hearing his sigh of relief. "Thank god!” “It took you long enough to ask! I’ve been waiting for so many years for this!” You teased him as he laughed, “I’m sorry.” You giggled, “don’t be, this is perfect.” He laughed, before pulling you into the tent where you laid and watched the stars together for the rest of the night, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

~Felix: Felix had invited you around his house for the day, and you turned up at his front door with popcorn and a DVD, like you always did, expecting to have a movie night. You let yourself into the house after finding the door unlocked, and the first thing you saw was Olly stood in the living room, clutching flowers as if they were a lifeline. “I’m sorry,” you started, as you closed the door behind you and turned back to see a bright blush on his face, “Am i interrupting something?” He shook his head quickly, before taking a deep breath and holding the flowers out to you, “I was wondering if you would, maybe, want to go on a date with me?” Putting the popcorn down, you took the flowers from him (they were your favourite kind) and glanced up at him warily, “Right now?” “If you wanted, we could, er…” He scratched the back of his head and you felt your face begin to heat up when you took note of how cute he actually was, “We could go catch a movie, I think there’s one starting soon.” “I’m not really dressed for a date.” You pointed out, gesturing to the baggy sweat clothes you’d thrown on before coming over. “You look fine, perfect actually.” He told you, a shy smile on his face and for a moment you forgot how to breathe, as he held out his hand which you took without hesistation, causing a grin to appear on his face. You felt him relax slightly as you both walked out the front door hand in hand, and as you left you saw Felix poke his head around the kitchen door, giving you both the thumbs up, with a huge grin on his face.

~Oscar: You and your best friend Oscar were out shopping together, as you had both decided you were in need of new clothes. Felix was also with the two of you but you didn’t question it, as he was good friends with Oscar and sometimes the other boys would join you both when you went out. You’d had a crush on Felix ever since you met him and Oscar knew that, as he kept grinning and lifting his eyebrows at you whenever you laughed at Felix or asked him something. You simply rolled your eyes at him, hitting him lightly on the arm as a warning to stop. After about 10 minutes of shopping, Oscar offered to buy you both coffee, so he left you both sat at the table as he went off to the queue. At first you panicked because you’d thought it would be so awkward with just the two of you, but Felix was a natural at conversation and the both of you spoke about everything and he made you laugh until your stomach hurt. After about 15 minutes, you glanced over at the queue, looking for Oscar and couldn’t see him. “Where did he go?” You asked Felix, who shrugged. “I forgot why we were actually sat here to be honest,” he laughed, making you laugh too. You called Oscar, who picked up straight away. “What happened to you?” You asked, and as he replied you heard the smirk in his voice. “I got lost and somehow ended back home. What a shame! I guess it’s just you and Felix now, have fun!” Before you could answer, he put the phone down as you swore under you breath. Felix frowned, confused. You shrugged, “He said he went home, I’m sorry. If you want to go I completely understan-” He laughed, cutting you off. “Why would I go home? I think it’s better now that it’s just me and you.” He winked at you, making your heart beat twice as quickly. As you continued talking, a waiter brought two coffees over, proving that your best friend was indeed the best matchmaker.

~Omar: As you approached Omar’s house, you saw a familiar blonde boy with his back to you, knocking on the door. You took a deep breath and wondered why Oscar was there when Omar had told you to meet him to help with his studying. You brushed it aside, running your fingers through your hair, trying to make yourself presentable before you faced Oscar. You’d liked Oscar for a while and although you never saw him as much as you saw Omar, everytime you did meet it felt as if you both just clicked and in no time you were both crying with laughter. As you got to the house, Oscar turned round, obviously hearing footsteps. He smiled instantly as he saw you and pulled you into a hug. “So you’re coming to watch us rehearse?” He asked, making you frowned. “What?” You asked him, a confused smile. “Well Omar texted me this morning saying we were all going to rehearse and to meet here, but I’ve been stood here for 5 minutes and he hasn’t come to the door.” He laughed, “Why do you look so confused?” You pulled your phone out, showing him the text you’d received from Omar that morning saying he needed urgent help with studying and to meet at his house. Oscar frowned. “What’s he doing?” He knocked on the door a few more times as you phoned Omar. But he ignored the both of you. A few minutes later, a slip of paper was pushed through the letterbox. Oscar sighed and shook his head, and after reading it, passed you the paper. In scrawled handwriting Omar had written, “there’s no studying or rehearsing today, just a date for both of you because we’re all sick of seeing you both constantly flirting and not doing anything about it so we’re doing it for you, go get ice cream or something”. You laughed to yourself and looked at Oscar who was watching you intently. “Well…” He spoke, awkwardly scratching the back of his head. “We’re both here, so we may aswell huh?” You laughed, nodding. “Ice cream?” You asked. He nodded, a grin on his face. “Ice cream.” As you both made your way out of Omar’s street, you received a text from Omar, “I told you he liked you too.” You rolled your eyes, but smiled nonetheless, as Oscar showed you his phone, a grin on his face as it read. “I told you she liked you too”.

You’ve been wanting to get a guitar for a while, after watching tutorials online on how to play your favourite songs. A friend suggested the shop, a quiet one away from the crowds of shoppers, and there’s only a few people there beside yourself. Gently picking a simple acoustic one off the displays, you hold it in your hands, like you saw them doing in the video, and strum a few strings, frowning at the noise that comes out.

“Do you need some help?” A voice comes from behind you, startling you so the guitar slips from your grasp, when a callous hand grabs it before its able to hit the ground.

He’s a boy, a gorgeous one at that, and you feel your face heat up as you stumble over your words.

“I, er, I came to buy a guitar… I haven’t, I mean, I’ve never had one before so I don’t, well,” he’s putting the guitar back on the stand, nodding his head to show he’s listening and your voice drifts off when his gaze meets your own.

“Do you want some help? I can show you some stuff.” He has a smirk on his face and you feel yourself blushing again, “If you’re a beginner this guitar would be better. I’m Felix, by the way.”

He picks up one from the opposite shelf, before handing it to you and softly placing your hands in the correct position to hold it.

“So you hold it like this, and-” he walks around you and places his arms around your body, his hands covering yours as he guides them along the guitar, “You play it like this, you’ll have to learn the chords and stuff though.”

He moves away from behind you, your back becoming suddenly cold, and your hands go limp as you lower the instrument.

“I could give you lessons? Free of charge.” You look up, expecting him to be joking but his eyes are hard and serious, and you find yourself nodding.

“Yeah, that would be… That would be nice, thanks.” His cheeks redden, and you feel your own begin to copy his, again, as you look away from his face and down at the guitar.

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~Felix: You’ve been friends with Felix since forever and whenever you both go out he makes sure he walks you home right to your door after the day is over. He tells you that it’s because ‘you’re stupid enough to get lost’ or ‘it’s getting dark so it’s too dangerous’, but really all he wants to do is spend more time with you, because he loves being in your presence and just having you there with him. You always tell him that’s it’s okay and that he doesn’t need to always walk you home because you’re capable, but deep down you’re hoping that he stays with you which he always does. Sometimes you see his hand move closer to yours but he always stops himself before any contact is made and you always catch him looking at you, as you glance at him, but both of you are too scared to ruin the friendship you have together, so neither of you act on your feelings.

~Oscar: He always makes sure that you feel good about yourself, and is always complimenting you on both your appearance and your personality. He tells you that you have nice eyes and that he loves your laugh, to try and boost your confidence, eventhough you never really believe him and just brush it off. To him, you’re perfect, and he knows your self-esteem is low because he’s seen you hurt by different boys after rough break-ups, but he’s constantly trying to tell you that you’re worth more than you value yourself, and when you’re heartbroken he is always there, listening to your ranting and telling you that you deserve better, secretly hoping that he can be the ‘better’ that he keeps promising, and wishing you’d give him a chance.

~Omar: He’s constantly hugging you and cuddling with you, and on movie nights with the rest of the boys, you somehow always manage to end up squashed next to him on the couch. You find yourself drifting to sleep during the movies the boys choose because you find them boring, and your head naturally rests onto his shoulder. Then, when he thinks you’re asleep, you feel him pull the blanket tighter around you both to keep you warm and sometimes his fingertips gently trace your face and run through your hair, as his attentions falls onto you instead of the movie infront of him.