The one where you and AB work through things.
⟡ ݁₊ .read part 1 and part 2 here first! ⟡ ݁₊ .
🎶running back to you, you're always gonna be someone I want🎶
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You stared at the grotto through the car door, subtly eyeing the looks the uber driver was giving you through the rearview mirror. It felt like you had been sat in the car for hours, gazing at the building but in reality it only been 30 seconds. You finally exited, feeling the man becoming antsy at your unmoving frame.
You took a deep, shaky breath before knocking on the door, hoping he was actually home. It was nearing 1 am, so you couldn't imagine where else he would be.
AB got in from the party an hour prior, trying not to think about how he had actually given you the cringe-ass letter that he wrote. God if this doesn't work, Chip was never letting him live this down. He was drifting off on the sofa, not having moved to his bed as he couldn't bring himself too. He was waiting for something, what? He wasn't sure. Before he heard a gentle knock at the door. His heart leapt, not out of fear that this could be some random stranger this late at night, but out of hope for the possibility it could be you.
He swings the door open, almost hitting himself in the process, although he had significantly sobered up from earlier on. However, staring at your face now, gave him a rush not even alcohol could produce. In fact, he was sure no drug in the world could compare to this feeling. You actually came. There you were, in all your beautiful glory. Stood there staring up at him like you had done many times before. He didn't think he could get so lucky as to experience this again. But here you were, looking as though you were carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders, which he wasn't fond of. He was certain you had gotten more gorgeous from the last time he saw you, which was a mere 3 hours ago, bare faced and clad in your mismatched pajamas, his favourite version of you.
You felt your heart stop when you stared at AB on the other side of the door, unable to control the anxiety wracking your body, even though you had seen him earlier. It was different. More intense. For the first time since the break up, or even before then, someone was looking at you with stars in their eyes— he was looking at you with stars in his eyes. It was the first time you took notice of the way he looked at you, never having paid attention to it before, perhaps taking it for granted. You never realised you could feel the absence of a person from the lack of glittering eyes constantly pointed in your direction. You made a vow, that from now on you would appreciate the look, the same as you would the actual night sky and all the twinkly stars.
"Hi." He stammered, the breath escaping him.
"Uh, hello." You replied, awkwardly, all the words you had to say leaving your brain, instead being replaced by a pile of mush.
"Come in." AB fumbled with the doorknob, eventually moving out of the way for you to enter.
You eyed his house, not one thing had been changed apart from a few knickknacks had been added here and there. You spotted the sofa, the same one where you called it quits. You shook your head free from the thoughts, not finding any reason to think of that night anymore. You were here now, weren't you? Here to resolve and move past what happened. You needed to— needed him in your life.
"I read your letter." You admitted, turning to face his position at the door.
He paused for a second. He wasn't sure how to react, which didn't make any sense, considering that is the only reason that you would've come to see him. He was scared that you had come to tell him that it didn't matter what he said-- that there was no coming back from it, no way you could get back with him. That he had embarrassed himself for no reason. Put his heart on the line for no reason.
"Oh yeah?" He eventually responded, raising an eyebrow with a subtle smirk, hoping he hadn't fumbled the bag.
You blushed at the way he said it. You forgot how flirty he could be, you were unsure if he was even aware he was doing it half the time.
He gave a quick nod before moving over to the sofa, patting the spot next to him for you to sit.
You gently took a seat but unlike the log earlier, where you both were touching thighs and brushing arms, you left as much room between you both as you could on the tiny sofa.
"Did you write me an essay analysis or somethin'" He joked, giving you a soft, handsome smile.
"M'yeah I did. Grammar could use some work." You tutted.
He chuckled, unsure what to say next, but appreciating you could still joke with him. That was a good sign, right?
"No, I, uh, really appreciated it, appreciated what you said." You said, earnestly.
"Good, I'm glad." He replied, rubbing his hands together and looking deeply into your eyes.
You felt slightly intimated with the way he was sat, legs spread, leant slightly forward, with his face unmoving turned towards you. You were leant against the back of the sofa trying to appear casual and confident, you were anything but that.
"As I'm sure you can imagine I started crying after the second line, cheeky bastard," you started, deciding it was your turn to be completely honest. "I started crying and then I started laughing cause it's you and you got me feeling all these big emotions at the same time and I hate you for it. But god, AB, god do I love you and your attempts at romance. As much as you hurt me, pissed me off, I never stopped loving you, I don't think I ever could."
He went to say something but you cut him off, continuing your spiel.
"Anyway I came here to talk to you, well, I mean, obviously. But like I think I want to give it another go, or like, anything really. But as long as you're in my life and of course acting like I'm an actual person and not part of the fuckin' furniture or something." You said sheepishly.
He let out a laugh, before nodding, "of course I want to be in your life, I wouldn't have written you that if I didn't. I'd do anything to have ya back. Genuinely anything. I love you so much it actually makes me feel a bit ill." He admitted, rubbing his stomach for dramatic affect.
You slapped his arm in response to his dramatics, feeling yourself becoming more comfortable and beyond elated at hearing how much he loved you.
"So, what do you want to do?" He asked, proping his left foot up on his right leg, leaning back into the sofa, stretching his arm out along the back of it. Due to the size of him, his arm ended up behind your head. It took all of his resistance not to reach out and starting playing with your hair.
"Well I want to be with you." He made a move towards you but you put your hands up to stop him, "buttt we have to take it slow. I can't just jump right back into things, not after how I was feeling, how you were treating me." You said, standing firm, trying your hardest not to fall into his arms.
I mean you were feeling incredibly tired and he looked so comfy, you knew how comfy he was to cuddle-- how warm he was, but you couldn't allow yourself to fold fully. Not yet at least. Despite how large he looked next to you, how beyond hot he was. Pure sex appeal. God, now you were thinking about how much you wanted to jump his bones.
"I fully get that. We can go however fast or slow you want, s'just please don't say friends. Anything but friends." He replied, slightly distressed.
He gave you a look of warning, one which you laughed softly at.
"No, I'm joking. I say we keep it casual to begin with, you know- what was the word you used? Ah, yes, woo each other again."
He stuck his tongue in his cheek, looking away from you for a second, embarrassed by your teasing before answering you, "casual? Okay, I can do casual, sure."
You nodded in response, staring deep into his eyes, imagining there were probably sparkles in yours too.
"Is it casual of me to ask you to stay the night?" He asked cheekily, but he was being dead serious. He wanted nothing more than for you to join him in his bed, he missed the warmth you brought, the warmth you brought in every aspect of his life, and of course having you pressed against him wouldn't hurt. Well it would actually. He's been sporting a semi ever since the moment he saw you for the first time at the barbecue.
"I mean..." You replied hesitantly.
"I can sleep in the spare room, s'fine. Don't want you catching an uber this late, I mean to be honest there probably aren't any around coming to the village. So that means ya have to stay." He smiled playfully.
"Right, okay." You chuckled, "you really pleaded your case there."
He laughed too. You both felt everything settle back into place, the invisible wall between you both starting to crack and crumble into pieces.
"Bed time?" He questioned after catching you stifling a yawn.
You stood up, moving out the way for him so he could squeeze through the gap between the coffee table and the sofa. He padded over to the kitchen before turning to you.
"D'ya want a drink or anythin', water?" He asked.
You nodded your head, "please." You paused for a second, "if you were a good host, you would've asked as soon as I walked in." You teased.
"Well I weren't expecting any guests at this hour. Ya took me by surprise, my bad." He ribbed, doing his weird American accent you had missed.
He handed you a mug of water, taking notice of how it was your favourite one. You couldn't believe he still had it. He caught you eyeing it, looking away bashfully. Neither of you acknowledged it out loud.
You trailed after him towards his bedroom, he was thankful that it was decently tidy in there.
"Okay, well, good night Y/N." He said, hanging onto the door knob, lingering for a moment.
He flashed a smile before shutting the door. You turned off the lights, crawling into his bed, the same side you always used to sleep in.
But sleep didn't come to you as quickly as you thought it would, instead you were left staring up at the ceiling, surrounded by the intense smell of him. It was everywhere and you loved it.
You never would've thought getting an invite to a barbecue would ever lead to this, especially as the only reason you came was because you thought he wouldn't be there. Oh how glad you were that he came.
Sleep didn't come to AB either. His whole body humming with electricity because you were currently laid in his bed and he wasn't there with you. He knew he was in for a long night of tossing and turning until the morning came and he could be with you again. He wracked his brain for reasons and excuses to keep you with him all day tomorrow. At the minute, he had nothing, hopefully tomorrow, in the heat of the moment he would blurt something out that made you stay. But right now, he desperately wanted to crawl into bed next to you and cling to you all night, but that wasn't casual. He was sure it was more creepy than anything.
You felt as though you had been laid there for hours before enough was enough. For the second time tonight, you ripped the duvet covers off you and stormed to AB's spare bedroom. You didn't give yourself time to second guess what you were doing or consider the fact he could be asleep. Rather you opened his door and moved to stand in his eye line.
He looked slightly alarmed, "everything okay?" He asked concerned, thinking something had happened.
He sat up, feeling slightly frantic at your one word answer.
"What are we doing?" You questioned.
"Sleeping?" He said dumbly, knowing it would wind you up.
You took a deep breath at him being purposefully difficult, "do you want to come to bed or not?"
"Say less girl." He basically cheered, flying up from his seated position.
He was hot on your heels, breathing down your neck, you turned to look up at him, surprised by how close he was, "no funny business." You pointed a finger at his chest.
"Me? Never." He held his hands up in mock defence, giving you a cheeky grin.
You didn't say anything else, simply crawling into bed, scooting over to your side.
AB didn't leave any time to waste, the second he was laid down he pulled you straight into his chest, barely leaving you any room to breathe.
You couldn't resist, curling into him, bathing in his warmth and listening to his steady heart beat.
"This isn't very casual." You murmured, afraid to speak any louder and break the spell that had cloaked itself around you both.
"Shut up." He responded, pinching your side before rubbing up and down gently.
"We'll start from tomorrow then." You wound him up further.
"Fuck your casual." He huffed.
"AB!" You exclaimed, hitting his chest.
"Respectfully." He opened one eye to peek at you.
He couldn't keep himself from bending down and sponging a kiss to your forehead. You gently closed your eyes at the action, feeling butterflies swarm your stomach.
"Go to sleep." He whispered against your hair.
You gently placed a kiss to his clothed chest, feeling him squeezing you tighter at the gesture.
You both felt the final pieces of the wall disintegrate into dust and now everything was in its right place. Your lives were now tilted onto their correct axis' and everything became brighter.
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and here it is the final part! I hope you all loved. sorry it took so long but thank you for your patience. will start working on the requests now! But please continue to send in more
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