Am I Allowed? | Leah Williamson x Reader
synopsis: my take on the 'can I have a burger?' prank
You were feeling cheeky today.
It could be the lovely sunny weather, considering London has been plagued by rainy days for the past month or so. Or it could also be the fact that you were currently seated beside your girlfriend, Leah, and her family at their home.
Whatever was in the air had you itching to do something unexpected. Your brain flashed back to all the videos you had been seeing on your tiktok ‘For You Page’ lately, some prank that the girlies were playing on their partners. The prank was easy, all you had to do was to ask your partner if you could have “permission” to eat. The trick was to make sure you had an audience to do it in front of.
And you had one-- your girlfriend’s parents and her brother were coincidentally seated at the table with you. Perfect timing!
A chuckle nearly escapes you from the mere thought of your girlfriend’s reaction to the prank, but you smother it with a quick wipe with the table napkin. Leah was not immune to your pranks, in fact she was a regular victim, so you knew you had to be sneaky this time. You knew you would not be able to put your phone anywhere near the table without it looking suspicious. Luckily, Leah’s parents had an indoor camera perfectly positioned to capture and record the entire room, with sound. The camera was mainly to watch over their family dog when they are out, but today it was going to be your sidekick for this prank.
You mentally remind yourself to ask Leah’s parents for a copy later on if the prank was successful.
You were taken out of your master plan daydream by the sound of the kitchen door swinging open. Leah’s dad emerges with a stoneware platter held high, his cheeks flushed red, no doubt from the blast of the oven. A hush falls around the room as he sets it down in the middle of the table, the massive joint of beef still spitting and hissing. The distinct aroma of garlic cloves, scorched rosemary, and the sweet smell of perfectly roasted carrots wafts through the air. A classic British sunday roast was on today’s menu.
The perfect catalyst for today’s prank.
Leah’s mum wastes no time, picking up the cutlery and cutting up the beef into serving sizes. Everyone else at the table start to tuck in, scooping up roasted potatoes, and serving themselves Yorkshire pudding. From across you, Leah is grinning as she drowns her platter in savoury gravy.
You purposely choose a more reserved approach, only pilling your plate with a few of the roast potatoes and a modest scoop of cauliflower cheese. You happily accept the pitcher of gravy as it gets passed to you by Leah’s brother, smiling as you watch the liquid trickle over the potatoes on your plate.
The first bite is all potato, loud and crisp. You settle it with the next bite of cauliflower cheese, its thick consistency works perfectly against the peppery gravy that drowns your plate. It’s heavy, honest food. You had been to Leah’s parent’s house so many times over the past year that you were no stranger to her Dad’s cooking.
Between mouthfuls, you catch Leah’s eye and offer a small smile and a quick wink. No one at the table is talking much, the only sounds are the scraping of forks and the rhythmic glugg of the gravy boat being passed around.
You decided that it was the perfect time.
Clearing your throat, you catch your girlfriend’s eye over the plate of still steaming roasted potatoes. “Lee, could I have a bit of the beef too?”
You hadn’t said it very loud, but you might as well have said it over the megaphone because as soon as those words left your mouth, it was silence from the table that followed.
“What?” An eyebrow raise from the blonde.
You repeat the question, “Could I please have a bit of beef?". An emphasised 'please' for added effect.
The silence was broken by the sound of a fork clattering onto a plate and the sound of a throat clearing that followed.
“Why is she asking you for permission to eat, Leah?”
The way Leah quickly turns her head towards her Mum, you could’ve sworn she got whiplash. “I don’t know, Mum–”
“Well she’s just done it– why’s she done that for then? Have you not been letting her eat?”
You stifle a smile, pressing your lips together tightly and instead opting for a confused expression.
Your girlfriend is flustered, cheeks warming red. “WHAT N-NO. I have no idea what she's on about”
Her Dad clears his throat. “Leah, that's not right”. He says disappointedly. He grabs the serving fork, picking out the plumpest bits of beef and piling them onto your plate. You mutter a quick thank you, from behind a curtain of your hair, not being able to look him directly in the eye without wanting to end the prank as soon as it started.
“That’s a bit rude, Leah— controlling what she eats” Her brother pipes up. You glance at him and was surprised to see a stoic expression on his face. You had only ever seen him smile and joke around, so to see him actually look serious was almost a scary sight to see.
Leah glares at him, taken aback by the entire situation. She thumps the table with her palm loudly. “I don't control what she eats. Who the fuck d’ya think I am”
Her mum turns to you, patting your hand sweetly. “You go on and eat whatever you want, darling”
Leah is still baffled, eyes wider than you had ever seen them, the blue almost turning black from how diluted her pupils were. She pushes her hair back harshly, one of her nervous ticks. She silently mouths “you taking the piss?”
You avoid her stare, instead picking at the food on your plate. You stifle a giggle, but a smile must have slipped out because Leah stands up and yells, pointing at you from across the table. “You're actually having a laugh. Mum– she’s smiling. This has to be one of her pranks again”
You put your cutlery down, finally letting the laugh that was bubbling from inside you free. “I was being silly. It was one of those Tiktok pranks”
“Language, Leah” Her mum sends her a disapproving stare but her shoulders relax, probably relieved that her daughter isn’t some right wanker who mistreats her girlfriend. “Sit down and finish your food.”
“She nearly got me fucking killed by my own family–”. She's still gesturing towards you, pointedly ignoring her brother who was now full-on belly laughing, head thrown back and all.
From the other end of the table, her mum lets out a soft laugh, waving a hand dismissively. “Oh, don’t fuss. We’ve seen worse than a silly joke.”
“Exactly,” her dad adds, carving another slice of beef like nothing’s happened. He nods at his daughter. “You and your brother used to do worse pranks growing up, Leah. Remember when you gave your brother that horrid "haircut" in his sleep...”
Her brother pipes up. "And it was picture day the next morning. Had to go to school with half my hair gone"
Leah is still looking at you, still fuming, but there’s something softer underneath it now—embarrassment, probably. You round the table, going to stand by her chair. “I’m sorry, love. It was supposed to be a lighthearted joke”
You wrap your arms around her, hugging her tightly and pressing multiple kisses against her cheek. A pout still rested on her lips, but you can see the corners twitching ever so slightly. A moment later, she gives in and wraps an arm around your waist.
“Not a joke when my family would disown me just to take your side, you idiot”
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