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A Gentle Man - Charlie Swan (smut)
I wrote this for my love @hidingsikki - we came up with this as we were watching Twilight for the 700th time. Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: A description of how Charlie experienced the night Bella suddenly left him and Forks behind, a night full of sadness, a sadness the reader tries to distract him from.
Warnings: 18+, unprotected vaginal sex, the awful fight between Bella and Charlie, sadness and tears, but also some very sweet fluff
Pairing: Charlie Swan x fem!reader (1.4k words)
The tv kept flickering on, filling the dark room with some source of light. (Y/n) had her face nuzzled into the crook of Charlie’s neck, holding onto the man that kept dozing away the evening. By now it was dark out, but Charlie had been determined, not wanting to go to bed before Bella hadn’t returned home.
(Y/n) ran her hand up and down his arm, chasing his closeness like a touch starved woman. Even though the two have been dating for a while now, she still found herself longing for his touch like she had been doing when she had started crushing on him. An endless circle she never wanted to break from.
The headlights of an approaching car ripped (y/n) out of her drowsy state, about to gently wake Charlie from his slumber as the door was pushed open.
“Edward, I said, leave me alone.” Bella’s distressed voice instantly managed to stir Charlie awake. He pushed (y/n) off him, eyes watching the scene unfold in front of them. “It’s over. Get out!”
“Hey,” Charlie called after Bella, disappearing upstairs as (y/n) kept sitting on the sofa, not daring to move. Her heart was aching for the girl, she barely knew Bella, had wanted to give the father-daughter-duo enough time to catch up on all those years they had missed out on, nevertheless, (y/n) found herself caring for the teenager.
She listened to every word they spoke, the slamming of doors, the heavy breaths spluttering from Charlie’s lips. And slowly but surely a sinking sensation began to stretch itself through (y/n)’s body. Charlie would break if Bella decided to leave again, ripped away from him before Charlie could properly learn how to get to know his daughter.
The two came back down the stairs, rushing past (y/n) who slowly rose from the sofa, gently calling Bella’s name. But the girl didn’t listen, she kept rambling on, and Charlie’s expression began to grow sadder by the second.
“Look, Bella, I know I’m not that much fun to be around, but I can change that,” (y/n) could hear Charlie’s heart breaking, his voice dripping with confusion, fear, and pain. Pain (y/n) wouldn’t be able to soothe, even if he’d cling to her like a drowning man gripping a lifeline.
“Like what? Like watch baseball on a flatscreen? Eat at the diner every night, steak and cobbler? Dad, that’s you, that’s not me.” He seemingly froze, struggling to keep up with his daughter. (Y/n) had to fight against the need to touch him, not wanting to interfere as Charlie kept fighting against the tears welling up in his eyes.
“And if I don’t get out, I’m just gonna be stuck here like mom.”
The door fell shut with a heavy thud, and Charlie simply stood there. He couldn’t move, feet frozen to the ground as if winter had fallen upon his heart, freezing his every vein. Carefully (y/n) moved closer, she placed a hand on his shoulder, ripping him out of his staring. No longer was Bella’s truck parked in their driveway, no longer did her voice echo through the night. All they were now surrounded by was silence. A brooding silence that was interrupted by a sob clawing through Charlie.
“I should follow her.” Charlie turned towards (y/n), who only shook her head, trying to get the man to understand that Bella wouldn’t listen to him. Not tonight.
He fell into (y/n)’s open arms, body searching hers, desperate for some kind of safety. No words were shared, all they did was stand there, holding onto one another with heavy breaths leaving them. And the minutes kept passing by, filled by nothing but the heavy breaths rumbling through the confused man.
“Those were the words Renée had said to me all those years ago, and yet they still hurt. I didn’t think I was that much of an awful father.” Anger simmered inside (y/n), anger directed at Bella and her foolish words. How can one hurt their loved one like this? How can she speak those words to the father that had done everything he could to see her happy?
“You’re not an awful father, Charlie. You’re nothing but a loving, caring man. She will soon return, I promise.” He didn’t reply, gently he pushed (y/n) away, took another breath and tilted his head upstairs. She silently followed him, and could only watch him change with red eyes that held so much sadness in them.
The second Charlie laid down next to her, (y/n) pulled him into her chest, hand combing through his dark hair. He felt paralysed, body focused on his every emotion, the sadness that was eating him up, the questions he had wanted to ask Bella, gone with her body fleeing from this very home.
“What can I do?” (Y/n) whispered her words, not wanting to rip Charlie out of his clouded thoughts, not wanting to push him away. It took the man a few moments to reply, head lifted off her chest to push his lips against hers. A gentle kiss that held more emotions than her words could ever express; a gentle kiss that forced her closer to him, hands searching his body.
He didn’t need to speak the thoughts resting on his lips, didn’t need to beg her to distract him, able to wordlessly communicate with (y/n). She found herself straddling his waist, lips still connected as she helped him out of his boxers, hand wrapped around his cock. Softly she began to stroke him, not wanting to rush the moment, not wanting to overexert the man.
All she wanted was to take care of him and his broken heart, trying to mend the shards back together.
Soft gasps and moans rumbled through Charlie, begging her to speed up the movement of her hand. (Y/n) gave his cock a few more pumps before she pulled away, only to push her damp panties aside, aligning his cock with her heat. She sunk down on him with a moan clawing through her, filling the dark room like an echo.
Charlie’s hands found hers, he interlaced their fingers, kept them placed on her waist to stabilise her movements. And slowly but surely he felt himself letting go of the pain, very well knowing that the sensation would return when another morning broke, but for now, all he could focus on was (y/n). (Y/n) and the love he fostered for the woman.
Sweet nothings bled from her lips as Charlie rose his upper body off the mattress, kissing her breathless with his hands guiding her. Their moans bled together like a song sung in the quiet morning hours, waking yet another day with its gentle touch. Her walls fluttered around him, pulling him closer as they climbed higher and higher.
“I love you.” (Y/n)’s words vibrated on his lips, forcing Charlie to smile as he repeated those loving three words. Calloused fingertips brushed against her clit, set on pushing her over the edge, set on alighting a fire inside of her nobody but him could tame. A selfish movement that bound her to him, forever together till their lives would end and a new one would start.
Her legs started to tremble, soon she’d cum, soon she’d give him, ripping Charlie down the stream with her, pushing heat through his every vein.
(Y/n) came with his name rolling off her lips, her orgasm consumed her body, buzzing through her like lightning striking her fleshcage over and over again. She was barely able to breathe as she felt his heat spreading through her, cum painting her walls white with a groan clawing through him.
She collapsed on his chest, able to listen to his racing heartbeat, how the strong muscle skipped a few beats, desperately trying to take the past moments in. Charlie didn’t let go of her, only as they were able to breathe normally did he start cleaning her up, still chasing her touch like a hurt man.
And he’d be fighting against the biting pain in his chest for days on end, till he’d cross paths with Bella again. But (y/n) would be right there, to catch him – should the darkness force him to his knees.
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She’s still yours - Edward Cullen (angst)
Request by anon: Hey I would really like 2,3,4 of November prompt list of where Edward always leaves to go help Bella whenever she’s in trouble and the reader is starting to think that he doesn’t love her anymore and is still hooked up on Bella please I would really Appreciate it if u could do this for me ❤️
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Summary: Edward keeps caring for Bella, even though he had left her months ago, hurting his current girlfriend
“Again?” Her drowsy voice made him freeze, she rubbed her eyes, staring at her boyfriend, who was just about to leave her room in the middle of the night, once again. A sigh left Edward, he turned towards her.
“I have a feeling that something’s wrong with her, I need to see, if she’s alright,” it felt as if he knew those words by heart, repeating them almost every night.
Somewhere along the way Edward and Bella had seemed to realize that they weren’t working out, the exact day (y/n) had stepped into their lives, instantly luring Edward in, falling head over heels for the tall boy. By then (y/n) didn’t know anything about his and Bellas love story, didn’t know anything about vampires or werewolves, oh how naive she had once been.
But even though Edward had left Bella, he’d still stick around, trying to protect her at all costs, instantly by her side, if she'd need something, confused by his emotions. (Y/n) wasn’t oblivious, she knew how much he still cared for her, something she admired, but also hated with all her heart, driven by the jealousy that would rise in the pit of her abdomen.
“I’ll be back soon,” he left her room, off to save Bella, a lie Edward had burned into his mind, to deal with the longing feeling in his chest, the way his heart was aching for Bella, the girl he had left months ago. “I’ve never hated somebody as much as I hate you right now,” (y/n) whispered into the darkness, tears leaving her eyes, Edward could still hear her, swallowing down the lump in his throat, focusing himself on Bella.
He didn’t return until the early morning hours, stepping foot into her room at seven am, watching (y/n) apply her makeup, barely sparing him a glance, no words left her. “Love,” Edward mumbled, creeping closer, instantly freezing as she raised her hand, silencing him, red eyes finding his golden ones. “I don’t even have the strength to cry any longer.”
Her hoarse voice made his insides churn. “You need to stop lying to me and to yourself, you still love her, she’s still yours,” she spat, chair leaving a screeching noise as she forcefully rose from it. “I don’t love her, at least not like that, you’re imagining things.” His emotionless voice coaxed a dark chuckle out of her. “Don’t you dare turn this on me Edward Cullen.”
No words left him, drowning in the guilty feeling, disgusted by his actions, only now he seemed to realize what foul game he had been playing, hurting his girlfriend with every word he said.
She was seething, insides burning, anger took over every vessel of her body, replacing her sadness. “You need to trust me on this, (y/n),” he begged her, golden eyes carrying his confusion, the uneasy feeling in his bones. “You want me to trust you? You lost that privilege as soon as you walked out of that door.”
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World Champions - (Rose Lavelle x reader)
For this one the reader is a male so sorry about it but I kinda need it for it to be a guy for this because he's going to be on the French Men's National Team
Y/n's Pov
I fix my cap on my head as I walk through the streets trying not to be recognised which is even harder now with the women's world cup on in France. And it's not hard to pick them out as there are fans carrying their countries flags and where their home colours. I smile when I see a French jersey walking the streets.
I smile when I see a bunch of kids playing with a ball. One kid had the ball and started juggling it and tried to do an around the world but loses the ball as it rolls towards me. I smile as I stop the ball and start juggling it while walking back toward the group of kids. I kick the ball up and balance it on my back. While I'm hunched over I take off my sunglasses as I hold out my hand to shake one of the boys hands. The boy gasps as he jumps up and down before shaking my hand. They start speaking in rapid french as I laugh and talk to them for a bit. I take a few quick pictures before I'm on my way again.
I walk down the street to my original destination my favourite ice cream parlor. The shop was a small quiet one that kinda hidden on a side street that I stumbled soon one day and have been coming to since. To come here you would either have to know where your going or you just happened to stumble across the place.
When I walk in I see a group ahead of me having trouble ordering. The owners are friendly with me seeing as I'm a regular here. "Salut Pierre, tu as besoin d'aide?" (This came from google translate so sorry if this isn't correct. Hi Pierre, do you need some help?"). "Ce serait super merci Y/n" Pierre nods (That would be great thank you Y/n). I turn back to the group but I freeze when I realise who I'm talking to.
"Sorry we were here first" the defender says as she narrows her eyes at me. I shake my head and smile at them, "No no no. It's not like that. Pierre doesn't speak English so I was just wondering if he needed help with your order as I guess none of you speak French". The small red head blushes, "Oh sorry". "Would you mind ordering for us. Our french isn't the greatest" one of the blondes speak up. I smile, "Of course what are you having?". They all tell me their orders and then I turn to Pierre, "Puis-je obtenir un chocolat, une fraise, un citron, un oreo, une route rocheuse et mon habituel s'il vous plaît?" (Can i get one chocolate, one strawberry, one lemon, one oreo, one rocky road and my usual please?") Pierre nods and tells me they'll be done in a minute and they'll be dropped down to the table.
"Merci beaucoup" I thank him before turning to the girls, "they'll bring them to the table in a bit". They nod as they follow me to a booth and sit down. "Thanks for helping us. I don't think we ever would have been able to order if it wasn't for you" the brown haired midfielder smiles. "You know I would have thought you would have been fine seeing as one of you played for PSG when they were younger" I tease as the blonde blushes, "In my defense it's a bit rusty". "So I take it you know who we are so?" The freckles defender asks from beside me. I chuckle, "Well I mean who doesn't know one of the best teams in the world".
"We never got your name" someone asks. It's then I realise I never took off my hat and sunglasses. When I pull them off I can see all their mouths drop open causing me to laugh, "I'm guess you know who I am as well it seems". "Your Y/n L/n! Of course we know who you are!" Sonnett exclaims. "And your Emily Sonnett, Lindsey Horan, Kelley O'Hara, Mallory Pugh and Rose Lavelle of the US women's National Team" I answer. "You watch womens soccer?" Rose asks. "Of course I do. I always watch your games. You have some of the best players in the world on your team" I smile looking directly at her which causes her to blush and look down slightly.
Before anyone else can speak Pierre comes with a tray with our ice-cream and hands them out while he passes me my big sundae. Sonnett's eyes go big, "What is that?!" I smirk, "One of the greatest things you will ever taste". "Can I try some?" Rose asks shyly. "Sorry World Champions only" I tease, "maybe if you win the world cup then I'll share". "Yeah Rose world champions only" as Kelley swipes some of my sundae before I can stop her. I laugh as I fist bump Kelley as Rose pouts but I slide the bowl toward her as she tries some of mine. Rose smiles happily at me while taking some of mine.
I continue to talk to the girls about the world cup and everything else until we're eventually done our ice cream which was finished a lot quicker due to Rose stealing mine. Right before we leave I walk up to Pierre and pay for everyone. "You didn't have to do that you know? We could have paid" Rose smiles. I shrug, "You can pay me back when you finally get equal pay". Kelley snorts, "That may be a long time".
I shake my head, "Honestly it's ridiculous but I don't think you should be getting equal pay-". Before I can finish Kelley interrupts me trying to size me up but it doesn't work as I kinda tower over her, "What did you say?" I laugh, "You didn't let me finish! I don't think you should he getting equal pay with the men's teams when you are clear better than them. I think you should he getting paid more. Like they didn't even qualify for the world cup, which you have won 3 times already". "About to be 4!" Mal shouts as Lindsey and Sonnett join in. Once again Kelley's face turns pink, "Sorry...again". I shake my head, "It's fine. I understand where your coming from".
Kelley smiles at me before she runs ahead and jumps on Mal's back leaving me to walk behind them with Rose. "This is your first world cup yes?" I ask as we walk. Rose nods but I can still her bite the corner of her lip, "Yeah. I just hope everything goes okay". "Well from what I've seen your one of the best midfielders in the game so I don't think you have anything to worry about" I say as I nudge her shoulder slightly. I can see a slight pink tint come to her cheeks, "Well unless you face France that is". She nudges me as I laugh loudly which causes the ones in front of look back at us.
For the rest of the walk I learn more about the American midfielder and she is extremely excited when I tell her about my little husky Bella. Sadly we reach their hotel which mean going our separate ways, "Well this is us". I nod, "Well if I don't see you again. I wish you the best of luck with your games and the equal pay". Mal smiles at me, "Thanks Y/n. We should meet up again if you have time so we can pay you back for the ice cream". "Your fine consider it a thank you for all your doing to impact women's soccer" I shrug. "Will you be coming to any of the games?" Emily asks as I catch her giving Rose a quick look. Rose elbows her as I laugh, "I will definitely try to come to some of your matches".
The rest of them smile before saying a quick goodbye and heading inside which leave Rose and myself alone. "I don't think they're very subtle are they?" I ask as I motion to them trying to hide as they watch us. Rose sighs and shakes her head, "Not at all". "Well I hope this isn't the last time we meet. I enjoyed talking to you" I smile down at her. She blushes crimson, "Yeah it was fun". I think for a moment before chancing it as I gently take her phone out of her hand, "Well how about if you ever want to explore France you can give me a call and I'll be your tour guide" I say as I type my number into her phone. Rose laughs and nods, "You'll be my first call".
I smile as I kiss both of her cheeks which causes her face to go completely red as I chuckle, "Jusqu'à la prochaine fois ma belle fleur".(Until next time my beautiful flower). She tilts her head at me, "What does that mean?" I shrug and smile, "Can't remember. Au revoir Rose". And with that I walk home leaving her flustered behind me.
XXX
I sigh but clap as the referee blows his whistle signalling the end of the match which ends in the US favour. Although I'm happy they won it was bittersweet seeing as they were after knocking out France of the running. I find myself on the pitch consoling some of the players. "Pas de veine. vous avez bien joué, vous méritez d'être allé plus loin" I say to Henry. (hard luck. you played great you deserve to have gone further). She nods glumly before walking off to talk to her teammates. My eyes trail to the American side watching them celebrate their well earned victory. My eyes land on a certain midfielder who's jumping up and down celebrating with her teammates.
I start to walk over but I decide against it and let her celebrate the win. I walk toward the tunnel when someone calls my name. I turn to see Kelley running up to me with a big smile plastered on her face. "Hey Kelley. Great game". She smirks at me while raising an eyebrow at me, "Are you that upset we knocked out France that you left the pitch instead of talking to us?" I toss my head back and laughs, "I thought I would let you celebrate the win instead of bothering you guys". "Well I don't think Rose would mind you bothering her" she teases as she wiggles her eyebrows at me. I cough as I try to hide my blush when I hear the clitter clatter of cleats walking towards us.
I look down the tunnel to see the team walking towards us. When Rose spots me she jogs up to us and hugs me, "I didn't know you were coming today!" "Well I said I would come to some of your matches didn't I? You played great by the way" I compliment. Again her cheeks tint pink while everyone smirks at us, "Thanks". "You mad we knocked out France?" Emily teases as she pokes my cheek. I roll my eyes as everyone laughs, "I'm sad they didn't get farther but I'm happy that they lost to you guys".
"Does that mean you'll buy us more ice cream?" Mal jokes. I snort, "Come back to me when your World champions and I'll see". "Well I want the one you got last time" Rose smiles. "Do you not remember? That's for world champions only. You gotta win first" I tease. "Yeah Rose have to be apart of the world champions club" Kelley teases as she wraps an arm around Alex. "Fine but that means you have to be there watching when we get to the final" Rose grins.
I shrug, "Okay but I'll need to get a jersey so everyone knows who I'm supporting". "You should wear your favourite players jersey" Lindsey smirks. "Maybe I will. I already have someone in mind" I smile. "Who would that be now?" Rose asks a smile gracing her face.
"Tobin Heath of course" I smile cheekily. Rose pouts while everyone laughs and I high five Heath. Everyone starts to walk to their dressing room which leaves us alone again while she still pouts at me, "Are you seriously going to wear her jersey?" "Well I mean she is an unreal player AND she's a world champion". She shoves me as I burst out laughing, "Your mean". "I'm joking! I'm joking! I'll probably wear number 16's jersey. She's been on fire recently" I say once my laughter ceases. "Yeah I hear shes a pretty good player" Rose smiles. "I guess I better go find one of her jerseys then" I grin.
We stand there for a bit longer and I laugh as I can hear the shouts coming from the girls locker room, "I better let you get back to your teammates". "Yeah before someone comes looking for me" she nods. "Au revoir ma belle fleur" I whisper as I kiss both her cheeks again. I smile as her face heats up again and groans, "What does that mean?" I shrug before I start walking away down the tunnel.
"Win a world cup and I'll tell you"
"Your insufferable!"
XXX
I was up on the feet as Rose scored the second goal of the match against the Netherlands. The stadium was deafening as all the US supporters were on their feet celebrating. I watched as Rose was swarmed in hugs on the field before she runs to the bench and hugs her teammates. As they jog back to their half I see her look around before she lands on me and smiles seeing me on my feet clapping.
The rest of the game passes by slowly as the Dutch doesn't give in and keep playing. But it seems that Roses goal solidified their victory as finally the final whistle blows. The sub rush the bench as the stadium is in up roar as the US become back to back World champion's.
I smile as I can see some of the girls start to cry as they celebrate their victory. As the stage is being built the girls go celebrate with their families in the stands. I was surprised to see Rose jogging over to me as I catch her in a hug. "Congrats Rose I knew you would win!" I shout over the crowd. "Now you and Kelley can stop teasing me about not being a world champion" she tells me. I laugh, "Welcome to the club champ". She's about to say something but she's being called away by the girls. "Go join your team ma belle fleur" I tell her. She sighs and looks back at the girls, "I expect to see you at the party later as well. I'll tell them to let you in". "I'll be there" I smile.
She grins before she runs back over to the girls celebrating their world cup win.
XXX
I walk into the party a bit awkward seeing as I don't really know anyone here. "Y/n!" I turn and see Lindsey and Emily have spotted me and had already had a few drinks in them. "Hey guys" I laugh as Lindsey stumbles towards me with Emily close behind, you okay there?" "Never better! We're world champions!" Emily cheers sloshing her drink a bit.
"Any ideas where Rose is?" I ask. They both start giggling excessively as they both turn and walk from where they came from, "Rose!! Lover boy is looking for you". I scoff as I can feel my face heat up as I spot Rose talking at the bar with Mal. The whole bar pretty much turns to look at me as Lindsey and Emily start pushing me towards Rose. Mal waves at me before dragging the two blondes away leaving me with Rose who's still laughing at my expense. "Yeah yeah two of your best friends just embarrassed me infront of the whole bar. Laugh it up" I roll my eyes as she eventually stops.
"Well you clearly haven't see the news yet then" she giggles. I look at her confused before she pulls out her phone and shows me an article of us two hugging as the article talks about how the two of us are dating because I was wearing her jersey. "Well then. They got that done quick" I sigh as I run a hair through my hair. "Does that mean you'll buy me my ice cream tomorrow boyfriend?" She teases as she takes another drink. "If you remember that tomorrow then sure" I laugh as I get my own drink.
"So how is it feeling to be a world champion?" I ask. "Great you want to know why?" She smirks. "Okay I'll bite why?" I ask. "Well it's great being a world champion, but you know what's even better? Being a world champion who scored in the world cup final. Not that you would know" she says grinning in my face. "Oh okay then. I admit defeat. "You are clearly the superior player" I smile. "Now your getting it" she laughs.
For the rest of the night is spent dancing and a lot of drink as well as singing 4 stars. For a short while we were able to slip away into a corner under a bunch of fairy lights. "Well seeing as your my boyfriend now. Does that mean you would like to come to the ESPY's with me?" She asks as she looks up at me. I smile down at her, "I will on one condition". "What is that?" She asks. "This" I cup her face and bring my lips to hers.
When we break apart we were both breathless. "Woah" I breath out which causes her to giggle, "Not a bad way to end a great day".
"Who said it had to end ma belle fleur?"
Okay I'm sorry if this isn't really great. I had this for a while and every time I tried to write it, it was a bit eh so this is the best I could come up with. But it's longer than usual ones! I hope you liked it!!
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Prompt idea (if you're taking them): Chloe jokes about sleeping with Beca. Beca: *shrugs* "I mean...I'd be down if you asked..."
This prompt is nearly 3 years old, from May 26, 2016. Better late than never, no?
Rated T
“Fuck off, Stacie.” Beca takes a swig of her favorite IPA after she says it. It helps her cope with her situation: yet another mandatory Bellas Bonding Night courtesy of her co-captain.
Chloe always puts effort into the nights to try to make them all unique with different games or activities, drinks, themes, and the like. They all boil down to the same thing for Beca: a Saturday night spent at home with her friends instead of alone in her room working on music.
Not that she hates spending time with her friends. They’re kind of like her family (but she’ll never tell them that).
But if she’s been to one Bellas Bonding Night, she’s been to them all, even with Chloe’s hard work. They start off strong but inevitably boil down to movies or music and party games, gossip, or, on the rare occasion, a mature discussion about a chosen topic, such as everyone’s relationship (or lack thereof) with their parents, an experience with the loss of a loved one, or even politics.
Tonight’s end product was music and something between gossip and general conversation so it isn’t all bad. She’s chilling on the giant beanbag chair that could really fit two people if she moved over a bit but she’d claimed the entire monstrosity for herself and has precisely zero regrets about it right now.
She’s comfy as fuck, even if she’s squirming a little at Stacie’s very loud declaration that Beca desperately needs to get laid.
She squirms because it’s been declared in front of everyone, not that it’s untrue.
It’s very much true.
She’s lost track of how long it’s been. Since…November? Was it last November? And now it’s October and…fuck, she needs to get laid.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Stacie responds with a wink and a lewd gesture involving her fingers and tongue. It makes most of the room groan.
Beca responds with her middle finger and her best attempt at looking tough and all she gets in return is a handful of popcorn thrown at her by Chloe sitting a few feet away on a makeshift bed of several beds’ quilts stacked one on top of the other.
“Don’t be mean,” Chloe chastises.
“I’m being mean?” Beca scoffs, defensive. “She’s the one who—”
“Don’t be bitter just because you’re hard up for it,” Stacie interrupts with a shit-eating grin.
“Yeah, Shortstack,” Fat Amy chimes in with a grin of her own. “Don’t take your frustration out on us innocent bystanders.”
“I’m not—”
“All you have to is say the word, Bec,” Chloe says as Beca watches her toss a kernel of popcorn into her mouth with a wink. “I’d help you take the edge off.”
The catcalls and hoots and hollers that follow are deafening and Beca winces at the volume. She knows Chloe loves to flirt with her, and she also knows their friends live for it; she’s pretty sure there’s a secret betting pool going on about whether or not the two of them will ever be more than friends. It’s a laughable concept, really. Not because Beca would ever turn Chloe down, but because there’s no way someone like Chloe would ever truly want to be with someone like Beca.
The fact that she’s on her fourth IPA is the only reason Beca waits for their outburst to wind down before she responds with, “I’d be down if you ever asked,” and a shrug.
Now, Beca’s familiar with the phrase, ‘so quiet you can hear a pin drop,’ but she’s never experienced it first-hand. Until now, that is.
It feels like someone pressed a master pause button, the way everyone is staring at her. Stacie’s gawking at her with a level of lewd excitement Beca’s sure she could have gone to her grave never witnessing. Cynthia Rose is clutching the collar of her T-shirt. Jessica and Ashley are pointing in unison, except Jessica is pointing at Chloe and Ashley at Beca. Even Amy is frozen, chip full of guacamole frozen in the air halfway to her mouth.
Beca turns, in shock from their shock, to laugh with Chloe because this is just so absurd, but Chloe’s frozen, too. One hand is in her bowl of popcorn and the other is on her knee, which it seems to be grasping abnormally hard if the pale coloring and tremor of her knuckles is anything to go by.
“Dude!” Beca finally says. “What the hell is wrong with you guys?”
It breaks the weird spell that had fallen over the room and most of them burst out into laughter. The attention shifts with the shuffling to a song into one that seems to be the favorite of many and while everyone else seems to have forgotten the dialogue exchange that just occurred, it seems Chloe hasn’t.
She’s still staring at Beca in a way that’s almost concerning.
“Are you having a stroke?” she asks with a laugh as she takes another drink. “Want me to get you a beer? I swear you’ll like this one; it’s kind of sweet and—”
“Can I talk to you?” Chloe moves for the first time in what seems like ages as she hands her popcorn to Flo and stands. “Alone?” She grabs Beca’s hand before Beca’s even agreed to it (not that Beca wouldn’t have agreed to it) and leads her away from the noise of the living room until they stop on the lower landing of the staircase.
Everyone’s bedrooms are up those stairs.
“What’s up?” Beca asks. She thinks she knows what’s up, and the only thing keeping her feet rooted where they are instead of running the opposite direction is the fact that her inhibitions and guard are wobbly at best tonight.
Chloe’s eyes are on her and Beca can barely think of anything but how pretty they are. It should be illegal to have eyes as beautiful as hers. It’s unfair, really, and she can’t imagine a day going by where Chloe couldn’t twinkle them at someone and get her way. “Did you mean that?”
“Did I mean what?” Beca’s pretty sure she knows what Chloe means, but she also said Chloe had to ask her.
Chloe takes half a step backward—half a step closer to their bedrooms. Beca sees her take a deep breath, can tell she’s blushing, and it does wonders to keep her own nerves at bay. How she’s managed to hang in this situation so long is baffling to her, but she’s grateful for it.
“Can I take you to bed?”
Beca can’t see herself, but she’s pretty sure her response is not unlike that of a dog hearing a high-pitched whistle with the way her head tilts. Her brain tilts a little, too, and she focuses on the way Chloe’s biting her bottom lip and she realizes she probably needs to give some kind of response.
“Bed?” is what she manages. She cringes at her ineptitude with words but her brain seems to have stopped working the way it should. It feels like it’s slowly being inundated with visions of messy red hair and desperate kisses and greedy hands and she notices they’re halfway up the staircase by the time Chloe says something.
“For sex, Bec,” she says with a giggle that shouldn’t be so innocent when paired with those words.
Beca exhales and notices they’re at the top of the stairs. “Oh. Um…”
“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” Chloe continues as she leads Beca toward her room. “But I want you to know that I want to.”
They reach Chloe’s room but the door is closed. Instead of reaching to open it, however, Chloe backs herself up against it and keeps pulling Beca forward until they’re almost nose-to-nose.
Beca feels like she’s on autopilot. She’s not actually thinking about any of this; she’s being led but she also knows she’s following oh so willingly. And now she has Chloe pinned against her bedroom door, an invitation for something Beca’s thought about innumerable times hanging in the air between them.
She sees Chloe’s eyes drift from hers until they’re lingering on Beca’s lips. “I really, really want to,” Chloe whispers. She tilts her head the tiniest bit, another invitation that is completely up to Beca to accept or reject.
Her face feels hot and her pulse is loud in her ears and she wets her lips nervously, not expecting it to have any type of effect on Chloe but it seems to. Her eyes seem to get darker, eyelashes heavier and she wets her own.
Beca focuses on that, on the way the tip of Chloe’s tongue slips over her lip, as she reaches for the doorknob next to Chloe’s hip. It brings them impossibly closer together, close enough that Beca can feel how quickly Chloe is breathing, close enough that if either of them were to lean even a centimeter, they’d be touching in more places than the hand Chloe’s still holding.
With a smile and a nod, Beca turns the doorknob. “Okay,” she says.
Chloe smiles then, too, and meets her eyes again. “Good.”
xxx
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Battle of the Rival's
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3cGw45Z
by Batwoman2019
What if instead of Khaled being the one who was hosting the USO tour during the movie in turn it was the Bellas. Who would they chose to go out with them on their tour.
Words: 4398, Chapters: 1/41, Language: English
Fandoms: Pitch Perfect (Movies), Supergirl (TV 2015), Batwoman (TV 2019), Arrow (TV 2012), xXx (Movies), DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV), The Flash (TV 2014)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F, F/M
Characters: Beca Mitchell, Chloe Beale, Stacie Conrad, Aubrey Posen, Aubrey Posen's Father, Cynthia-Rose Adams, Fat Amy (Pitch Perfect), Jessica Smith (Pitch Perfect), Ashley Jones, Lilly Onakuramara, Flo Fuentes, Chicago Walp, Zeke, Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak, Mia Smoak, Alex Danvers, Kara Danvers, Winn Schott Jr., Maggie Sawyer, John Diggle, Kate Kane, Emily Junk, Jesse Swanson, Bumper Allen, Benji Applebaum, Sophie Moore, Tyler | Sophie Moore's Husband, Jacob Kane, Catherine Hamilton Kane, Mary Hamilton (DCU), Thea Queen, Reagan (Batwoman), Moira Queen, Tommy Merlyn, Quentin Lance, John Smith (Pitch Perfect), Gail Abernathy-McKadden-Feinberger, Becky Clearidge, Xander Cage, Adele Wolff, Serena Unger, Calamity (Pitch Perfect), Charity (Pitch Perfect), Serenity (Pitch Perfect), Veracity (Pitch Perfect), Nicks (xXx), Talon (xXx), Tennyson Torch, Lena Luthor, Andrea Rojas, Samantha "Sam" Arias, Ruby Arias, James "Jimmy" Olsen, Lucy Lane (DCU), Sam Lane, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Sara Lance, Barry Allen, Iris West, Joe West, Cisco Ramon, Caitlin Snow, Ray Palmer, Mick Rory, Agent Vasquez (Supergirl TV 2015), Eliza Danvers, Jeremiah Danvers
Relationships: Calamity/Beca Mitchell, Emily Junk/Serenity, Cynthia-Rose Adams/Charity, Veracity (Pitch Perfect)/Original Male Character(s), Stacie Conrad/Aubrey Posen, Chloe Beale/Chicago Walp, Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak, Mary Hamilton/Mia Smoak, Alex Danvers/Maggie Sawyer, Kara Danvers & Winn Schott Jr., John Diggle/Lyla Michaels, Dinah Drake/Laurel Lance, Lena Luthor/Andrea Rojas, Ashley Jones/Jessica Smith, Kate Kane/Reagan, Catherine Hamilton-Kane/Jacob Kane, Xander Cage/Xiang, Becky Clearidge/Adele Wolff, Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Sara Lance & Thea Queen, Barry Allen/Iris West, Lucy Lane/Agent Vasquez
Additional Tags: Becalamity, Sanvers - Freeform, olicity - Freeform, Chanthia, Eminity, Markcity, Kagan - Freeform
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EXCLUSIVE: Batwoman and The Meg star Ruby Rose is attached to star in action-thriller Doorman for director Ryuhei Kitamura (Midnight Meat Train).
Doorman, which is slated to shoot in April 2019, tells the story of an officer in the Marines who becomes traumatized while serving her country and returns home looking for an opportunity to heal. She seeks refuge as a doorman at a labyrinthine, historic, New York apartment building but discovers that mercenaries are intent on destroying everything in their way to retrieve precious art hidden in the building walls.
Rose’s star is high following her lead casting in CW’s Batwoman, and turns in box office hits The Meg, John Wick: Chapter 2, xXx: Return of Xander Cage.
Producers are Harry Winer (Space Camp) of Smash Media, Jason Moring (Super Troopers 2) of Double Dutch International, Michael Philip (Becoming), Phin Glynn (Mad To Be Normal), Sara Shaak (A.R.C.H.I.E 2) and Shayne Putzlocher (Adventure Club). Mark Padilla and Stanley Preschutti of DDI will executive produce.
Screenplay comes from Lior Chefetz, Joe Swanson and Harry Winer, with story by Greg Williams and Matt McAllester. Additional casting is underway.
“Ruby has tremendous talent and a wide commercial appeal, which makes her perfect to lead this strong, female driven action movie”, said DDI’s Moring. She is repped by Art2perform, United Talent Agency and Hirsch Wallerstein Hayum Matlof and Fishman.
DDI’s EFM lineup also includes Think Like A Dog with Josh Duhamel and Megan Fox, Becoming with Toby Kebbel, Sometimes Always Never with Bill Nighy, and the recently announced Girl with Bella Thorne. Katie Holmes was attached to a previous version of Doorman.
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I’m not one to spend a lot on makeup, usually I’m a drugstore girl but I decided as a little treat and get a Charlotte Tilbury lipstick in the shade “pillowtalk” and it is the perfect dark nude with hints of pink. It goes great with all makeup looks and worth the treat :)
Plus anything with rose gold packinging has a good chance of winning in my book
Bella xxx
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I wasn’t told you’d be this cold (Part VIII)
A/N: Finally, part 8 is here! Catch up on previous parts by heading to the masterlist (part 7 is here). I want to thank everyone who was understanding about the personal issues I’ve been going through, I am so gutted I didn’t stick to my update schedule. I’m doing a lot better now and I promise to get back on track. This chapter is pretty intense and angsty…so consider this your warning. Usual disclaimer: this is based off a very real and very sad relationship I had in uni. (Also, there’s a conversation in this chapter that took place in real life—literally word for word. FYI). This chapter was originally longer but I decided to split it up for suspense, haha. Feedback is always encouraged and much appreciated. Enjoy loves XXX
Word count: 4.4k
Helena never asked Harry about their relationship status, so it was wrong of her to assume that they’re boyfriend and girlfriend, she justifies. She and Harry never really had the conversation but she thought that they were exclusive again, like last time. And then Helena really kicks herself (mentally, of course) for making assumptions when it comes to Harry. During first year, she assumed he’d wanted to be with her, she assumed he cared for her, and look where that got her. But Harry was different now, she rationalises. Harry had also experienced heartbreak and he understands how Helena felt when he up and left her without a warning. He has a red rose permanently inked into his skin as a reminder of her (Helena just skims over the fact that the rose covers up a tattoo he originally got for Rachel). Helena sighs and rolls out of Harry’s grip, realising she’s been thinking about Harry’s comments for the past three hours. The bright screen of her phone reads 04:12 as she begins to finally close her eyes and sleep, deciding to confront Harry in the morning.
Her eyes blink open just five hours later and Helena hears two voices coming from the kitchen. She goes into Harry’s ensuite bathroom and quickly brushes her teeth (with the toothbrush he bought for her, she might add) before venturing out of his room.
“Mornin’!” Niall smiles at Helena from his place on the couch. He’s got a plate with eggs, toast and beans balanced on his lap.
“Morning Ni.” Helena smiles back at him. She sees Harry is standing at the stove, facing away from her direction.
“How d’yeh want your eggs, love?” Harry asks her without turning around, grabbing the carton.
“Scrambled, please.” She says quietly, walking up behind him. She wraps her arms around his waist and rests her head against his back. They stay like that for a few moments while Harry pushes the eggs around in the pan. “Can I ask you something?” Helena sighs out, her heart rate instinctually rising out of fear.
“Hmm?” Harry hums as he moves to serve the eggs onto Helena’s plate.
“Why did you say you aren’t my boyfriend?” She asks right as he’s putting the pan back onto the stove. Harry freezes for a moment before he grabs her plate and wordlessly sets it down at the dining table.
“Because m’not.” He states matter-of-factly, avoiding eye contact. “We never had that chat.”
“Let’s have it now then.” Helena crosses her arms, staring Harry down. He feels her eyes burning holes into the back of his head but he refuses to face her.
“How ‘bout we eat first, yeah? Don’t want your food t’get cold.”
“Fuck my food,” Helena hisses, pushing her plate further away, “why do you act like my boyfriend and then tell me you’re not? What are we, Harry?” She flails her arms out, frustrated with the man she loves. Niall, like a child seeing his parents arguing, quietly sneaks out of the kitchen and retreats back to his bedroom.
“We’re just… We just care about each other,” Harry finally makes eye contact with Helena, his eyes looking dull and sad, “it doesn’t need t’be anything more than that.”
“You called Rachel your girlfriend but you won’t call me that.” She shrugs her shoulders, giving up the fight already.
“Look where that got me.” He lets out a deep chuckle, “Labels are stupid—they complicate everything.”
“I’m not her,” Helena pleads with him, “I won’t break your heart.”
“I know, I know.” Harry says, walking over to Helena and pulling her into him. “I care about yeh, so much, pet. And you care abou’ me?” He feels Helena nod her head ‘yes’. “So why does it have to be any more complicated than that? I care ‘bout you, yeh care ‘bout me. That’s all I need from yeh.”
“Okay.” Helena whispers while breathing in his scent. She presses a few kisses to his chest as they stay in each other’s arms.
After breakfast Harry and Helena ventured into the living room to watch old American crime shows on Netflix. They laid together on the long sofa; Harry was wedged between Helena and the back cushions, resting his head on hers while she used his arm as a pillow. Helena hears Niall’s bedroom door open and he shuffles down the small hallway before walking into the shared living room and kitchen.
“You guys good?” He raises an eyebrow, observing his friends tangled together on the sofa. Helena nods and smiles at Niall and he continues into the kitchen, putting his dirty dishes in the sink. “What’re you watching?” He walks back and settles onto the love seat closer to the TV.
“Law and Order,” Harry answers, “the murder-solving one.”
“Sweet.” Niall responded, making himself comfortable as the next episode begins.
The three of them continued watching Law & Order until the sun set (and a bit after that, too). At some point Helena’s stomach began to rumble and Harry kindly offered to go to the curry place down the road to grab dinner. Once he walked out the door, she and Niall stood up to stretch their sore limbs. Niall walked over to the fridge and pulled out two beer bottles, easily uncapping them before handing one over to Helena.
“So,” he starts, “can I ask what this mornin’ was about?”
“Oh…” Helena’s cheeks turn red from embarrassment, “it was nothing. I was overreacting.”
“Well, what happened?” He asked out of genuine curiosity.
Helena took a moment, wondering if she should tell Niall about hers and Harry’s problems. While she’s nervous about it, she remembers the times before when Niall had helped her understand Harry’s point of view. To be fair, he’s the one who dragged Harry to meet with her after he’d ended things with Rachel. And Niall could be a good sounding board, she reasons, so she opens up.
“Last night, I called H the ‘best boyfriend ever’,” she makes air quotes with her hands, “and he said he wasn’t my boyfriend. We didn’t speak about it right then and there but it upset me… So I decided to bring it up this morning.”
“Dunno why he’d say he isn’t, he’s practically whipped!” Niall shouts as Helena shoots him a harsh glare. The smile on his face falters, “I—I mean that in the nicest way possible. Like, oh, he cares for you so much he’d drop anything for you. That sort o’thing.”
“I’ll take that.” She lets out a long breath. “But yeah… I berated him a bit because he’s called other girls his girlfriend before but not me. Which seems a little unfair, in my opinion.”
“Well you two are all loved up now, so I’m assuming it’s resolved?”
“Yeah, yeah,” she breaks eye contact and stares at the floor, “I’m still not his girlfriend—technically. He says labels are complicated and all that matters is that we care for one another.”
“He’s got a point.”
“I guess so.” Helena shrugs her shoulders.
“H, he’s head over heels for you.” Niall takes a sip of his beer, “You’re all he talks about… Probably all he thinks about, too. He’s just shit at being a proper human man, can’t express his feelings n’all that. But I swear to you he cares deeply about you.”
“Yeah?” Her head picks up and her lips turn upward, slightly.
“Yeah.” He nods his head. “And he’s right, y’know? Labels just make everything complicated. If things are good now, just let them be.”
“They’re good, they’re good…” She trails off, almost as if she’s trying to convince herself. “I just hate fighting.”
“I get that but sometimes fights are inevitable.” Niall reaches a hand out and pats Helena’s shoulder, “Besides, I bet you two will be married by graduation.”
“What? Really?”
“Yeah. You guys always come back to each other. From the outside looking in, it just seems right to me.”
Helena can’t find the words to respond so she just smiles and raises her beer in Niall’s direction, taking a big swig.
—
The end of term is a few days away and while Helena has loads to do (like finish her term essays and pack for Spain), all she can think about is what Niall told her two weeks ago. How she and Harry seem right together; that they could possibly be married by graduation in a year and a half.
Her mind wanders off and she daydreams about marrying Harry. Would they do it in a church? Probably not because neither one of them are religious. She wouldn’t want to wear white but can picture herself in an ivory dress. She can see Harry wearing a nice tuxedo, his long hair trimmed and styled back for photos. Bella would be her maid of honour and Niall would most likely serve as Harry’s best man. Maybe they’d get married up in Manchester to be close to his family. Or they could hold the ceremony in her parents’ garden down in Dulwich.
Helena shakes her head and pulls herself back into reality. Marrying Harry is something she can see herself doing but she knows it wouldn’t be anytime soon. And upon that realisation, her mind drifts away again. Why would Niall bring up marriage between them anyway? Why would he ‘bet’ that they’d be completely committed to each other by graduation? Helena wonders if Harry had spoken to Niall, if maybe one day they’d had a heart-to-heart and he shared that he sees himself getting to that point with her. That maybe he wants to be with her forever. Helena smiles and convinces herself that the imagined scenario actually occurred—Harry sees himself marrying her, so she believes that she will be with him forever. She grins at the thought of forever with him.
“What’s got you smiling?” Bella questions as she walks into the flat and sees Helena grinning at the mass of papers and books laid out on the table in front of her. “It can’t be ‘The evolving news landscape’ article, I’m sure.”
“No, no,” Helena shakes her head, “it’s nothing, just lost in thought. How was your sociology exam, babes?”
“Ugh, absolutely terrible.” Bella slumps into the chair next to her best friend and huffs out, “I felt like I did well on the essay but may have failed on the multiple choice. There were too many terms to memorise!”
Helena reaches her hand out and grabs Bella’s comfortingly. “Oh Bels, it’s okay. Hopefully you did well enough on the essay to get a good score.”
“Fingers crossed.” She says despondently. A moment later, her frown turns into a smile and she digs into her bag while explaining, “On a happier, unrelated note, I found a flyer for this event we should go to! Like, you, me, Harry and Niall.” She whips the neon pink poster out and hands it over to Helena; skimming it over, she furrows her brows.
“Undergraduate winter ball?” She reads out the headline, “Is this for Greenwich?”
“It’s for all London unis, it says,” Bella points to some more text on the page, “tickets are only 5-quid with an ID. I think it’d be a fun way to celebrate term and properly send you off! Don’t ya’think?”
“I wouldn’t mind getting pissed to say goodbye to everyone,” Helena laughs, handing the flyer back, “it’d make the goodbyes easier. But do we have to dress up, like in a gown?”
“I doubt people will be dressed that nicely, love,” Bella chides her, “just wearing something cute! And maybe convince Harry to wear real trousers since I’ve only ever seen him in denim.”
“I first need to convince Harry to come at all.” Helena sighs, wondering if Harry would be interested in an event such as a student ball. He’s not one for big parties and doesn’t enjoy ‘cliched’ dates, as he’s put it before. Helena grabs her phone and sends out a text to Harry.
Hey… So Bella wants you and Niall to join us a some undergraduate party in central this weekend. Would you want to come?
Depends on what type of party this is. Is it at a club?
Technically it’s a ball..?
Would I have to dress up?
Bella’s requested you wear real trousers.
And you?
I request you join me and we just spend the night getting drunk and snogging x
I’ll go for those reasons X
And tell Bels I promise to wear some proper trousers. X
—
The week had flown by and Helena has no idea how she got everything sorted. She’d finished up her essays and handed them in, sat her philosophy exam, moved (most) of her items out of her flat and back into her bedroom in Dulwich, and packed her two bags for Spain. The day of the undergraduate ball was finally here and Bella was finishing up Helena’s makeup (since she can’t contour to save her life).
“Are you excited for tonight?” Bella asks as she applies the finishing touches on Helena’s skin.
“I guess?” Helena questions. “I’m excited to be with you all, definitely. These events aren’t entirely my cup of tea, though.”
“I know, I know,” Bella tuts, “but I’m glad you’re coming out! It’s like going to the prom, but less American.”
“I’m looking at it as the Yule Ball from Harry Potter—which is something I’d actually like to attend.” Helena laughs and Bella joins in.
“Okay, open your eyes!” She instructs and Helena blinks her eyes open, staring at her reflection in the mirror. “You look so good, babes, Harry’s going to die when he sees you!” Helena smiles at the mere mention of Harry’s name. She feels confident with her makeup and hair done, now all that’s left is to get into her dress. Helena goes to her room and grabs the short black dress hanging in her closet. It wasn’t a gown, no, but Helena was never one for a gown, anyway. She’d chosen something she felt good in and she’s happy with her choice. She’s secretly hoping Harry likes it too.
The two girls were ready a few minutes before the boys were set to arrive at their flat so they sat on the sofa as they waited. At exactly 8.15 there was a knock at the door. Helena leapt up from her seat to open it, ready to greet both Harry and Niall but as she pulled the door back, her smile (and heart) dropped. Niall was standing alone. Harry wasn’t next to him, behind him, or even down the hallway. He simply wasn’t there.
“Hey, Ni,” Bella turns her lips up, trying to conceal her disappointment, “come on in.”
“Hi, H,” he kisses her cheek before walking in the flat, “hey Bels.”
“Where’s your partner in crime?” Bella crosses her arms, clearly angry with Harry.
“About that,” he turns on his heels to face Helena, “Harry’s still coming, I swear. Just said somethin’ came up and he needed to deal with it. He should be here by nine.”
“That’s fine,” Helena waves her hand in the air, “I get it. I’ll wait here for him, maybe get a few drinks in while I’m at it.”
“Are you sure?” Bella walks toward Helena and wraps an arm around her shoulder, “we wouldn’t mind waiting with you here. Or better yet, just come with us! Harry can meet up with you there.”
“I’m okay, really,” Helena explains, “you two go on and we’ll let you know when we’re on our way.” She gives them both a short hug and shuts the door behind them, suddenly becoming eerily aware of how quiet the flat has become. Tears brim at her eyes but she looks up and takes a deep breath, knowing that if she let them fall they’d never stop. She heads over to the fridge and pulls out some wine. Not bothering to pour herself a glass, she drinks directly from the bottle itself, settling down again on the sofa to wait for Harry.
Did something serious happen? Helena wonders. She hopes his family is okay, knowing full well if anything happened to them Harry would be distraught. Then she thinks things could be less serious, like he had to correct some citations in an essay or email a professor at the last minute over a mark. She decides to not let her mind spiral with what-ifs and hypotheticals, so Helena uses her newfound alone time to look around her shared flat and take it all in.
She realises that this may be the last time she’s in her flat until later next year and the thought makes her a bit sad. The idea of going to Spain and experiencing something new is exciting but knowing what’s being left behind makes her heart ache. Helena’s flight has been booked for New Year’s Eve; Harry’s going to join her before his term starts to help her get settled—though he hasn’t bought his ticket just yet. She thinks about ringing in the new year with him by her side, kissing him at midnight and vowing to spend the following 365 days loving one another. It’s a beautiful thought and Helena can’t wait until it becomes a memory. She’s not sure how much time has passed but eventually Harry knocks at the door.
“Well, look who it is!” She exclaims in a playful yet sarcastic tone, “I wasn’t sure if you were coming or not.”
“Sorry, m’sorry,” Harry breathes out, lightly pecking her on the lips, “do yeh want me t’come in or should we just head out?”
“We can go.” Helena says as she grabs her coat and handbag. She locks the door behind them and the two walk down the hallway towards the stairs to exit her building. Harry’s wearing a long coat but she can see that he’s made an effort by wearing black slacks and brown dress shoes.
“Yeh look nice.” He hums in her ear as they set off to the train station.
“So do you.” She smiles back, “By the way, s’everything okay? I was a little worried when Niall said something came up.”
“Yeah, yeah. S’all fine. Just kind of freaked out, I guess.”
“Why?”
“To be honest,” Harry clears his throat and places his hands in his pockets, “I was nervous you’d think this is a date.”
Helena’s heart begins being so fast she can hear it. Of course she thought it was a date—she and Harry are going to the ball together. “Is this not a date?” She stops, causing Harry to turn around and look her in the eyes.
“M’not really a date person.” He says lowly.
“You’re not an anything person,” Helena snarls, “not a boyfriend person, not a date person, you’re just an arse.” She begins walking again and picks up her speed to get ahead of Harry.
“H, wait a second!” He calls out after her as she all but sprints into the DLR station, swipes her oyster and runs up the stairs to the platform. Harry follows suit and sees she’s already boarding a train; he picks up his pace and makes it through the doors just as they’re closing. Despite being a Saturday night, the carriage is almost empty and Harry takes a seat next to Helena.
“H, just listen t’me, okay? I care about you loads, but sometimes I feel like you want more than I can give yeh.” Helena’s arms are crossed and she’s staring straight ahead.
Please say something.” He pleads with her again.
“Harry,” she says softly, turning to make eye contact, “I love you. I’ve loved you since first year. Hell—I think I loved you from the night we met. I’m so in love with you, everything about you.”
“I know.”
He didn’t say ‘I love you’ back and he didn’t say ‘I don’t love you’. He said he knew the whole time and that ripped her heart to pieces.
—
The rest of the train ride had been silent after Helena’s heartfelt admission and Harry’s heartless reaction. She’d led the way from the station to the event’s location at a swanky bar near Fleet Street and ignored Harry the entire way. However, the second they walked through the door, she faked a smile and looped her arm through Harry’s as they made their way into the crowd to find Niall and Bella.
“You made it!” Bella shouts over the loud music, hugging Helena. She eyes Harry and gives him a side-hug but doesn’t verbally acknowledge him.
“Oi, oi!” Niall yells as he spots Harry, handing him an extra beer. Harry takes it chugs the entire bottle, needing some alcohol to get through the night.
“M’gonna get another drink, anyone want anything?” He addresses the group.
“Jameson and ginger ale,” Helena replies, “double, please.”
“Anything for m’girl.” He smiles at her, his eyes shining bright. It’s as if he’d forgotten their entire conversation, like he’d already written off Helena’s feelings toward him. But Helena decides to put Harry at the back of her mind—for once. She wants to have a fun night with her mates, say goodbye to London properly and not worry about him. Tonight is for her.
As the night went on, the group surprisingly stayed together. While students from other units were at the ball, people hardly mingled outside of the group they came with and Helena was thankful for that. She’d seen Harry speaking with another girl earlier in the evening and she first felt a twinge of jealously until she realised that Harry wasn’t her boyfriend. He had free reign to speak with whoever he desired and she felt that she was able to let him go—that is, until he came back to her and grabbed her to dance.
Helena was hesitant, to say the least. She swayed to the beat in Harry’s general vicinity yet refused to get close to him. But the more she drank, the more her body disagreed with her mind. Harry was currently behind her, grinding himself against her ass as an old Craig David song blared through the speakers. His hands were on her waist, guiding her hips against his, and Helena’s hands were tugging Harry’s face into her neck. He planted kisses against her jaw before she spun around in his arms, locking his lips in hers. After a few moments, Harry pulls away and looks into Helena’s eyes—even in the dim lighting, she can see that they’re bright and full of life. They walk back hand-in-hand to the small table where Bella and Niall are sitting and chatting.
“I think we’re gonna head out now.” Helena pants out, taking a sip of water she’d left behind earlier.
“Oh, but babes, we haven’t spent as much time together! This one’s hogging me!” She points to Niall, laughing.
“Don’t worry, you can come over before I head off to Spain.” Helena gives Bella a tight squeeze. “You too, Ni.” He smiles at her. They say their goodbyes and she and Harry leave the bar, walking out into the night.
It’s quiet for a few beats as they stand and wait at a bus stop to get back to Greenwich. Helena decides to speak up and continue their previous conversation. “What do you mean that you know?”
“Hmm?” Harry looks down at her.
“When I said that I loved you, you said ‘I know’. What did you mean?”
“I think that’s self-explanatory, is it not?” He trails off.
“So this whole time, you knew. And you used me? You let me believe you love me back?”
“I never said I loved yeh!” He raises his voice, “S’not my fault if yeh got that idea.”
“But it is, Harry!” Helena shouts back, “You said you cared about me—!”
“I do!” He interrupts.
“Oh, you do? Because it seems like, to me, I was just some shag! I’m just an easy lay for you!”
“You’re wrong.”
“Prove it.”
“I care about yeh, I do,” Harry half-whispers, “and I knew you cared about me in a different way. I can’t control your feelings, I can only control mine. I like spending time with yeh, in any capacity. How’s tha’ so wrong?”
“That’s such bullshit, H! Maybe you can’t control my feelings, but if you noticed I was getting attached then you could’ve said something.”
“I went out and got a girlfriend, didn’t I?” He quips. “Figured you’d get over me after Rachel.”
“But you came back to me, for me!” Helena rationalises, afraid that the entire year and half of her life had been a lie.
“I came back,” he deadpans, “you were just there.”
Helena can no longer fight the tears and she begins sobbing. With perfect timing, the bus arrives and they board it, opting to sit in the back on the lower level. Fortunately it’s empty and Harry comforts Helena as she cries. She’s not sure how much time has passed but they make it to Greenwich and get off at Helena’s stop. As they walk toward her flat, he starts talking.
“I’m sorry I hurt your feelings, it’s the last thing I wanted t’do,” he places an arm around her shoulder, “I do care for yeh and I hope you can see that through all this bullshit. I wouldn’t be here right now f’I didn’t care.”
“But you—you don’t care the way I do,” Helena hiccups, wiping away at her tears, “and you never will.”
“M’sorry, m’so sorry, H.” He shushes and whispers in her ear. The rest of the walk is quiet until Helena reaches her building.
“I think we have more to talk about.”
“We do,” Harry agrees, “but let’s not talk tonight, yeah? Go on up, have a good rest and we’ll talk later, ‘kay?”
“Okay.” Helena hums in agreement.
“M’gonna hug yeh now,” Harry explains, “but it’s just a friendly one. Don’t read into it, please.”
“Okay.”
Harry hugs her tightly but Helena’s arms stay at her side. She’s hurt, confused, heartbroken and entirely unsure of where she stands in Harry’s life. She goes into her building and feels the urge to look back and see if Harry stayed behind. She ignores her better judgement and turns around anyway, disappointed again. Harry’s gone.
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