You Don't Understand... I'm OBSESSED

you don't understand... I'm OBSESSED

“stop trying to figure a way out of this… and do what you’re told”.

I will receive 3 pieces of great news THIS WEEK. I claim it, manifest it & believe it

bye this is so funny ✋🏽😭 I absolutely loved this!! When Harry walked in and said “Did someone mention the female orgasm?” I completely lost it-

And I can't believe that they've both liked each other for so long but never acted upon it until now 🥲

SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE

A/N: i am so excited to post this fic, because it is a collab with @harrysfolklore !! it means that the story has a pair over on her blog, a blurb that features the instagram posts included in this fic! head over to her blog and check out her blurb as well!!

PAIRING: Harry Styles X Famous!Reader

WORD COUNT: 5.6k

SUMMARY: You're in a PR relationship with your long time friend, Pete Davidson. Hosting SNL along with Harry as the musical guest, you are hoping your fake relationship will spark some jealousy in the british singer you've been crushing on forever.

MASTERLIST

“There, it’s out,” you grin at your phone, placing it to the coffee table, knowing well your socials are blowing up at the moment like never before, but that’s exactly what you wanted.

“Have I told you lately how crazy you actually are?” Pete laughs, sprawled out on your couch as if it was his home, but in a sense it’s him as well. Having been friends for over a decade, he comes and goes in your house like he owns it and you do the same at his. There’s no taboo in your friendship at this point. That’s why you asked him to be your PR boyfriend for a couple of weeks, at top two months.

“Um, excuse me? Is that how you talk to your girlfriend?” you ask pretending to be hurt, but he then pretends to throw up so you throw a pillow at him laughing.

“Stop abusing me, I’m helping you!” he protests, but can’t hold his laughter back as he grabs another pillow and attacks you with it.

He really is helping you in a lot of senses. Your PR team has been in your ass all month to get you to do something that would bring you attention with your upcoming SNL hosting and your next movie’s premier. You never liked these fake deals, but they do help with the attention, people go crazy for these stunts and most of the time they don’t even realize it’s not real. Like the time you were papped moving out of your exboyfriend’s place just weeks before the release of one of your movies when you were still happily living with him, or the time someone “leaked” some personal photos of you when your movie needed more attention, but of course, you handpicked all the photos from your own phone. The same is happening now with you and Pete pretending to be a couple, your fans have been wanting to see the two of you together for the longest, because apparently, there is no true friendship between a man and a woman.

Bullshit.

But they don’t have to know that and they are getting what they want now, just in time before you’ll be the next host on SNL with the musical guest as Adele. Then in a month, your new Netflix movie premiers, you’ll parade on the red carpet with your best guy friend, act like a couple and have a blast, just to announce your break up not much after. It will play out perfectly, though you have something else planned with your fake relationship.

Nothing gets a guy’s attention more than jealousy. While the world has been dying to see you with Pete, you’ve had your eyes on someone else. And that man is Harry Styles.

You religiously believe that there is no woman on this Earth who doesn’t have a crush on him. It just seems impossible. You remember watching videos of One Direction when they were still going strong together and you couldn’t take your eyes off of that one curly haired member with the pretty green eyes.

When you first started running in the same circles as him once you had your break through, you were on the edge to finally meet him at a party, an award show or practically anywhere. And then it finally happened, at the most iconic place, the MET Gala.

You still remember how his hand wrapped around yours when he introduced himself, the way he repeated your name when you said it, testing it out on his tongue, you were about to faint in the middle of the whole event. That would have definitely made headlines: “Young actress falls unconscious upon meeting Harry Styles.”

You ran into him a few times throughout the evening, but because he was one of the hosts, you couldn’t have him for as long as you wished. A few small talks, even a photo taken together and you went home with his smile stuck in your head, graved into your memories forever.

Since then, you have crossed paths a few times, but it never seemed like he wanted anything more than just a friendly relationship in the business, while you were crushing on him like a lovesick middleschooler since day one.

With this PR relationship, you are hoping to get him jealous enough to change all of that and get his attention. Is that petty and childish? Definitely, but you couldn’t come up with a better plan.

“You think Boyband will now take an interest in you?” Pete asks, snapping you out of your thoughts. He reaches for his beer from the coffee table as you cross your legs and hug the pillow he threw at you. He’s been calling Harry Boyband ever since you told him about your little crush on him and you know him better than to try to get him to stop doing it. He is too stubborn so you’re just living with it.

“If not, I’ll just jump at him next time I see him somewhere,” you scoff joking.

“Public sex, nice!” Peter grins and you just roll your eyes, grabbing your phone from the table. Opening up Instagram, you are pleased to see that people are going nuts about your post with your new beau. You scroll down the comments and like a few ones, replying to what some of your friends wrote and then close the app, letting them process the news, hoping that one particular British singer has seen the picture as well.

It’s been a week since you’ve started dating Pete and things have been going well. You’ve been doing the same thing you always do, grabbing lunch together, going shopping and hanging out, only this time you hold hands on the street and he kisses you sometimes, no big deal.

You’re not freaking out about it, because it’s not the first time. Years ago, you both got drunk and ended up having sex, but it was awful and awkward, at one point, you couldn’t stop laughing. You both promised then and there that it will never happen again and you knew that neither of you could look at the other one as more than just a friend. There was no chance any of you would catch feelings and a kiss on the lips is not the end of the world, you think of it as just another gig, a movie where you have to kiss someone you are not actually dating.

Your SNL promo pic went out a few days ago along with the announcement of you hosting. To say you’re pumped to be on the show is an understatement, it’s been a dream of yours for so long. Pete always told you he could get you an episode, but you told him not to. You wanted them to ask you, to want you because you were good enough and not because you knew Pete. The day has finally come!

What was weird is that you saw nothing about the musical guest. The announcement should have happened along with yours, but it’s been radio silence in that department.

You’re at Pete’s place when the announcement finally happens, but it’s not at all what you were expecting.

“Hey, you didn’t tell me Boyband is gonna be the musical guest in your episode,” Pete casually throws it in when you’re making dinner in the kitchen. He is sitting on the counter while you’re cutting the vegetables. The knife falls from your hand and you turn to him with a puzzled look.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

He looks at you as if you had two heads, but you have no idea where he is coming from.

“Your little lover, he is gonna be the musical guest on the show. You didn’t know?”

“You think I would be this calm if it was the case?” you snap at him throwing your hands into the air. You love him, but he could be so stupid sometimes.

Pete shrugs and then turns his phone to show you the screen. Your heart drops when you see the SNL promo picture of him, posted to his Instagram, announcing that he’ll be performing at the next episode. Your episode.

“Pete, you’re on the show, why didn’t you tell me?!” you growls at him, checking if there are more posts, but it’s just this one so far.

“You think I pay attention at the meetings? I go there for the free food,” he grins, taking his phone back, snatching it out of your hands.

“What happened to Adele? Why didn’t they tell me about the change?” you throw around all your questions, still unable to process. You’re going to be on SNL with Harry Styles, your biggest crush ever.

“This is going to be your time! You can jump his bones on live TV!” Pete teases you, but you throw some carrots you just put at him.

“I think I’m gonna throw up. Like, actually.”

“Please don’t do that in my kitchen,” he grimaces. He is definitely not getting how serious this is. You won’t be just having quick little chats with Harry, you’ll be working with him on a full episode.

This is going to be your chance.

Harry is not big on using socials. He used to be, keeping full control of his Instagram, posting whatever he felt like when he was still in the band, but not so much in the past years. The photos going out on his page are usually posted by someone from his team, several people have access to the account and they make sure his profile is well-kept and professional.

However he still likes to snoop around on others’ profile.

From time to time he checks what’s been happening online, likes the pictures his friends posted and if he is feeling like it, he even comments on some of them, though this latter is a rare occasion.

He is having a late lunch at home when he decides to open Instagram and have a look at the buzz online. His promo picture for SNL went out just yesterday, he had to step in for Adele because she got the flu and she knew she wouldn’t be able to perform the way she wanted. Adele suggested Harry herself for the team on SNL and everyone loved the idea to have him on the show. A few calls later, it was all fixed and done.

And the most exciting part of it? That you’ll be the host, meaning that he gets to work with you.

Harry has been crushing on you since the first time he saw you acting in a romcom. He remembers seeing it with a few friends ages ago, you were a lot younger, playing a teenager and you might have been one at the time as well. He was in his early days with One Directions, very young and eagerly looking for his role in the world.

The movie was some no name, random film that didn’t really got too popular at the time, your break through came just a few years after that, but even in the terrible old movie, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

Secretly, he followed your career all along. He has been your number one fan since the beginning and kept an eye on you at all times.

The first time he actually met you at the MET he was shitting his pants, to say the least. He knew you’d be there and when he was you in your custom gown, looking more gorgeous than ever, he felt like a nervous little boy, his palms were sweating and he thinks he talked a bunch of nonsense whenever he met you throughout the night. He was completely enamored by you and also so starstruck that he couldn’t even get himself to try to shoot his shots.

He felt like you were totally out of his league.

With you on his mind he wanders over to your page now as well. From time to time he likes to check what you’ve been up to and he loves your daring style in real life and on your social media profiles as well. You ooze confidence, giving away the biggest girl boss vibes.

You never disappoint him with your posts, but this time his stomach drops upon seeing your latest pictures.

One of them is not that big of a surprise, your SNL promo picture is looking as wonderful as he would have expected, but the photo posted before that is what knocks the breath out of his lungs.

You look as breathtakingly beautiful as always, but you’re not the only one in the photo. Pete Davidson is right there beside you and though Harry knows you’ve been friends with him for a long time, this picture is not a friendly one, especially with the caption underneath.

It’s a post that makes your relationship with him official. You are dating Pete Davidson.

“Fuck,” he growls, feeling like he has lost all hope to shoot his shots with you now that you’ll be working together. You even left a comment on his SNL post and it got his hopes high that this time he might not chicken out and make a movie. Well, that goes out the window now.

He is quick to fall down the rabbit hole, checking out more photos of the two of you, grabbing lunch together, getting caught leaving each other’s place and even kissing at a café. The bitter taste in his mouth just gets stronger with each photo he digs up from the internet, especially because fans are praising the new power couple.

He could throw a tantrum, jealousy is rushing through his veins right now.

Snooping around at an update account dedicated to you, he sees the latest picture of the two of you leaving some kind of event, it’s two pictures cut next to each other of you and Pete, so you didn’t leave side by side, but it’s obvious that you were together. His hand fists as he reads the comments and keeps zooming into the picture, loving the way you looked but hating that you were with another man.

And before he could stop himself, he likes the post.

“Oh shit,” he gasps and almost immediately takes it back, hoping no one caught the mistake, but then he changes his mind.

It’s just a like, he tells himself. You might never even find out about it. Not that big of a deal.

But you do find out about it. Because just a few hours after the like, screenshots spread around the internet highlighting Harry’s username in the list of people who like the post and one of these screenshots make it to Pete, who of course, sends it over to you right away.

PETE: Boyband has been stalking you ;)

PETE has sent an attachment

You open the picture he sent you and your mouth hangs open seeing Harry’s user circled in red, impossible to miss. But just to make sure it’s real, you look for the account yourself and opening the post you realize that it’s really there. He liked the paparazzi photos of you and Pete.

You have not had a private moment with Harry and you’ve been working on the episode for days. Okay, you don’t actually have much to do together since he only acts in one of the skits while you have to do three pre-recorded scenes and rehearse for three live ones along with your monologue, but you were expecting to see more of him.

The first meeting however was interesting. It was both awkward and funny, because you were wearing your costume for the skit but he was still in his own clothes and he couldn’t stop laughing at your wig.

“You look great,” he said, trying to hold his laughter back but he miserably failed. You play a mother in the skit, Pete is going to be your husband and your teenage daughter brings home her first boyfriend, but it turns out she is dating a badboy, aka Harry. He will burst into the room confessing his love for the daughter and then tries to charm you and Pete so you’ll let him date your little girl. You know it’s going to be a fun scene and you can’t wait for it to air.

All through rehearsals, you were catching him staring at you, your eyes meeting way more often than what you’d consider normal and he was especially observant when Pete was around you.

You sat through his rehearsals for his songs and were blown away by his talent of course. You wish you had time to actually talk to him after that, but you were dragged away before he could even come off the stage.

Now it’s the day of the show and on top of having your usual jitters because of being on live TV, you can’t stop acting like an awkward middleschooler around Harry. SNL just posted a picture of the two of you on Instagram just a few hours ago and now that you’re sitting outside the building with Pete, having a late lunch, you can’t help but scroll through the comments.

“Everyone thinks we look great together,” you sigh dreamily.

“I know, people have been shipping us forever,” he shrugs, thinking that you’re referring to him and you.

“No, I mean Harry and I. Look!” You hand him over your phone and he reads a few of the comments before giving it back to you.

“So now that you’re dating me, they want you to date him? I’m being thrown away!” he scoffs dramatically, but you just bump your shoulder against his as you lock your phone and go back to your sandwich that you’ve been trying to push down.

“I wish he thought the same way as the commenters.”

“Maybe he is in his dressing room right now, obsessing over the picture like you are. Or maybe he already has it printed and framed!” he teases you and you can’t help but laugh too.

“I will definitely have that picture framed,” you snort.

“I know. I know how crazy you are, so it’s not a surprise.”

“Shut up,” you giggle, not taking anything he says seriously. It’s a nice, peaceful moment before the madness settles in.

Your dressing room’s door flies open and you don’t even have to look there to know it’s Pete who just barged in.

“It’s shot time!” he announces, kicking the door closed, a bottle of tequila in his hands with three shot glasses. You finish applying your lipgloss and give him a puzzled look.

“Three glasses?”

Pete just grins at you knowingly and just right then, there’s a knock on the door and he calls out to the person on the other side.

“Come in, dude!”

The door opens again and Harry walks in, your mouth hanging open but you’re quick to mask your surprise. He looks gorgeous in his custom Gucci suit, of course, his hair done in a nice blowout, something you haven’t really seen on him and he is smirking at you playfully as he closes the door behind him.

“Is this where the before party is at?”

“Yeah! Come on, we’re gonna have some liquid courage, we all could use some,” Pete grins as he fills the three glasses and hands one to everyone.

“No salt and lemon?” you ask.

“Don’t be a pussy, we don’t do shit like that here. Just drink it, babe,” he grins and you fight the urge to roll your eyes at him.

The glasses meet in the middle, all three of you singing cheers!, your eyes meeting Harry’s as you all down the shots. The alcohol burns down your throat and you can’t push down a grimace at the taste of it, that lemon would have been nice to wash it out of your mouth.

“Oh shit, I’ve gotta run. See you guys in a bit!” Pete exclaims, totally just pretending to be in a rush, he even winks at you from behind Harry before running out of the room and leaving the two of you alone.

“So, we haven’t really had too many chances to talk all week, huh?” you start the conversation.

“It’s been crazy, yeah. But I’m glad we are finally in the same room without anyone trying to drag one of us away,” he chuckles. “You look gorgeous, by the way.”

“Oh, thank you,” you smile, feeling your cheeks heating up, but it’s just the shot, right? “You look great too. But you always do.”

“Is that so?” he arches an eyebrow at you.

“Well, obviously,” you huff and you start to feel nervous under his intent gaze. Is this his normal? Does he stare at everyone like this? Like he wants to devour them? Or is it just you?

Clearing your throat you grab the bottle of tequila feeling like you could use some more.

“Another one?” you smirk at him holding the bottle up.

“Are you sure it’s wise to get drunk before going live?” he chuckles, but doesn’t protest when you fill two of the glasses, Pete’s staying empty this time.

“Two shots is nothing,” you shrug and hand him one of them. “Cheers to us being on SNL!” you grin, clinking your glass to his.

“Yeah, cheers to us,” he smirks before downing the shot and you heart skips a beat as you do the same.

“Welcome! And thank you!” you smile around as the audience cheers when you walk out, the cameras rolling. The tight dress you’re wearing is stunning and you feel great in your skin, but maybe it has something to do with the shots you had not long ago.

“Thank you! I am Y/N Y/L/N and I will be your host tonight!” The cheering starts again as you wait a little, and when your speech starts rolling on the screen again you continue. “It is such an honor to be here tonight, it’s been definitely one of my dreams to be here and make a fool of myself. When I was contacted about the possibility of hosting an episode my first question was: “Did Pete show my nudes to the producers?”

The audience starts laughing again and you push down a smile as well.

“Turns out it’s not what happened. It wasn’t Pete, my nudes just got leaked. Anyway! We are in for an amazing show tonight, we have plenty of jokes and if things don’t go the way we planned, I can always just show my boobs on live TV, right?”

You don’t feel uncomfortable because of the jokes you’re making, the writers had you approve them very early on. You’ve been known to be the bold type, you don’t shy away from showing some skin or making some blunt jokes about your body or sex. Sometimes it’s even entertaining to see people get mad at you for them.

“Hopefully we won’t have to turn things into a Fifty Shades sequel, I wouldn’t be able to act upset if someone took me to a room like that, I’m way too familiar with those equipment.” This time someone even whistles along with the laughter. “I’m hoping to—“ you continue, but as planned you get interrupted by Kate McKinnon and the audience starts cheering. “Oh, hello, Kate!”

“Hi! Sorry to interrupt, but I’ve been trying to spice my Instagram up, I was wondering if we could take a picture,” she smiles, holding her phone up.

“Um, sure, but can it wait until after the show? I’m… kind of in the middle of something,” you say gesturing around in the studio.

“Just a quick picture! Please!” she begs and holds her phone up as she moves closer to you. Smiling at the camera you strike a casual pose before she turns to you.

“This is kinda boring, it’s not how you pose on your Instagram.”

“What… what do you want me to do?”

“Like, give it some… spice, you know?” she asks and then starts imitating the poses you usually do on your profile, only she does them even more dramatically while you just stand next to her, trying not to laugh along with the audience.

“Let’s just do this after the show, okay?”

“But—“

“Bye Kate!” you sing and push her out of the frame. “Okay, where was I? Um, I have no idea. But let me just introduce myself a bit more in case some of you have no idea who I am. I’m an actress, you most likely have seen me in romcoms on Netflix, but I actually have done some more serious stuff as well lately! Not many of you know this, but I was actually in Dune!”

At this point a picture is shown on the screens, a badly photoshopped photo of you posing in a bikini with a cocktail in your hand next to Timothée Chalamet and Zendaya in the desert. Then another one where you’re building a sand castle in the background at a fight scene.

“I understand if you didn’t notice me, I wouldn’t see anything else either if Timothée Chalamet’s sharp ass jawline was on the screen. But hopefully, tonight I will give a better performance.”

“Funny that you brought up performances!” Pete walks onto the stage, another round of cheering washing over the audience.

“Oh, hi Pete. What about performances?”

“Your performance wasn’t too good last night in the bedroom.”

“You really want to go there?” you ask pursing your lips. “Because you lack quite a lot in knowledge about the female orgasm,” you retort and the laughing continues until it turns into cheering and you know what’s happening. Harry has walked out to the stage. He stands on your other side, waiting just a few seconds for the cheering to die down.

“Did someone mention the female orgasm?” he asks and now you can’t hold back a chuckle.

“Everyone, give it up for tonight’s musical guest, Harry Styles!” you announce and clap along with the audience yourself as well.

“Thank you!” he bows a little with a smirk tugging on his lips. “So, you guys need advice on the female orgasm?” he asks.

“No, no, we’re good, dude,” Pete shakes his head but you scoff.

“Uh, excuse me, we are not good, dude. But I’m not sure if you’re the right person to turn to, Harry.”

“Come on, everyone knows I have a bunch of songs about this topic.”

“Are you talking about Watermelon Sugar? Because I don’t know what kind of woman you ate out who tasted like that. It’s not healthy, Harry.”

“Yours tastes like cinnamon rolls,” Pete adds with a shrug.

“Okay, okay, this is enough. Why don’t you guys just let me finish this damn monologue in peace?” you roll your eyes.

“Alright, see you soon,” Pete nods and bumping his fist against Harry’s, he exits to one side and Harry heads out on the other, leaving you alone on the stage.

“I’ll just keep it short before another man pops in unannounced,” you sigh dramatically. “Stay with us, we’ve got an incredible show for you tonight, I’m Y/N Y/L/N, your host tonight and you are watching Saturday Night Live!” you finish off the monologue as the outro music starts playing and the audience claps for you.

The show goes by in a blur. One skit after the other and whenever you’re not on the stage, you’re in hair and makeup, transforming into the next character. It’s crazy and hectic, but you love every moment of it.

And then the skit with Harry comes.

Everything is going smooth, the audience seems to be liking it and you haven’t broken out of your character either so it’s a win. According to the script, Harry bursts into the room, confesses his love for your daughter who is played by Cecily Strong. Then he would beg for you to let him date her, but Pete, aka the father throws him out. It goes as written on the script, the audience seems to be enjoying the skit and then they go wild when Harry appears.

“No! I can’t stay away any longer!” he exclaims dramatically and waits a few moments for the laughter to die down before continuing. “I’m here to do what I should have done a long time ago!”

“Who the hell are you?” Pete asks from next to you on the couch.

“I am your daughter’s boyfriend,” he states in a heroic pose and you have to give it to him, he looks hot in the leather jacket and Dr. Martens, his hair smoothed into a kind of style John Travolta had in Grease.

“Another boyfriend?” you ask with a gasp, since according to the scene she has brought a fake one home, one you’d accept in her opinion.

“No! I’m her real boyfriend! She just hired this little loser!” Harry grimaces.

“He is a prostitute?!” Pete questions.

“What? No!” Cecil snaps. “Matt, what are you doing here? I told you not to come here!” she cries out to Harry and running over to him, he takes her hands into his, kissing them passionately.

“But I just couldn’t stay away, I have to fight for what I want!”

“And what do you want?”

“I’ll tell you what I want, everyone to shut up so I can watch the game in peace,” Pete sighs, staring at the prop TV that’s not even on, but the audience can’t see that.

“I want you, Kate!” Harry continues, ignoring the comment. “I know we’ve only been dating for four days, but I can’t live without you! I love you, Y/N!”

Wait, what?

Everyone on stage freezes for a moment after the slip up and the audience gasps as they register what just happened. Harry was supposed to confess his love to Cecily, calling her Kate, but he ended up saying your name. Your real name.

It seems like everyone in the scene is too shocked, even Harry himself and your acting skills kick in.

“Y/N? Who is Y/N? See, Kate, I bet he is dating other girls!” you snap, turning the scene a bit around.

It seems to get everyone else going and soon, you manage to get back to the scene as it was planned, but all along, you can’t stop yourself from shaking inside.

The show finally ends, no other mishaps happen and you feel relieved as you say your goodbye and the whole cast gathers on the stage, congratulating everyone on the successful episode.

Everyone keeps coming up to you, hugging and shaking hands and you catch Harry’s eyes over someone’s shoulder. Without anyone else noticing you nod at him to follow you and you sneakily make your way to a hidden spot on the set, Harry following you right behind.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, I have no idea what happened!” he apologizes right away, clearly, it’s been eating him away. “It’s gonna make the headlines, this is gonna get so messy!”

“I don’t care,” you say with a blank face. “Was there any meaning behind it?”

“What?” he breathes out with a puzzled look.

“Was it a slip-up because you actually have feelings for me?” you rephrase the question.

“I uhh, I would never want to ruin someone else’s relationship, Y/N. You and Pete—“

“Just fucking answer it!” you groan rolling your eyes. “Are you into me?”

He stares back at you, his jaw clenching before he finally answers.

“I am. I have been for a while and—“

You cut him off again, but this time, you put your lips to good use, pressing them against his in the dark hiding spot somewhere on the set of Saturday Night Live, the rest of the cast buzzing not far away from the two of you, yet it all fades into nothing as his lips start moving against yours, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you close. Pushing you to take a few steps backwards your back hits the wall and you moan into his mouth as he presses against you. You feel like a teenager sneaking around with your boyfriend so your parents don’t catch you, only this time if you got caught you’d be labeled as a cheater and Harry would most likely become a home-wrecker.

Suddenly, Harry pulls back as if he got hit by electricity, his lips swollen and his eyes wide as he stares back at you in shock.

“Wait, what are you doing?! Pete is right out there, we… we can’t…”

You can’t hold back a laugh at his panic, realizing that you are supposed to be in a relationship.

“It’s fake, Harry. I’m not actually dating Pete,” you tell him and watch as his face falls upon hearing the news.

“What? Are you kidding me?”

“No,” you chuckle shaking your head. “It’s PR for tonight and my upcoming movie. We already have a date set to break up.”

“Holy shit, I got so scared, Y/N,” he admits exhaling sharply before he cups your face in his hands and kisses you again. “I was not in the mood to fight Pete Davidson at the after party,” he chuckles against your lips, making you laugh as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Don’t worry, he’ll probably high five you when he finds out about us.”

“So there is an us?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow.

“You don’t want that?”

“Y/N, I have wanted it since I was like… eighteen,” he admits chuckling.

“You’ve been crushing on me all along?” you gasp with wide eyes and he just nods, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip that you can’t wait to go back to kissing. “That’s funny, because I’ve had the fattest crush on you since probably forever too.”

“Damn it, then we have a lot of time to make up for that we missed, huh?” he grins coyly and kisses you again. And again. And again…

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I'm... too gay for this

Get you a girl who can do both

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Dec 17, 2014