Request: your best friends and on Holliday with all the boys and there isn’t enough beds and you and joe pull the short straw and have to share beds and you have many drunk night outs and you both really affectionate and kiss a couple times and everyone makes a big fuss about it then one day you attend a wedding and all the older adults think your a couple…
It’s dark by the time I arrive to our rental, I was late because I had a project deadline earlier that morning so I had been working on a grant to finish my thesis-it was a long and tiring process that barely left me time to hang out with my best friends. And today of all days the trains were all late and then it was hell to find a taxi. Figures.
I drag my suitcase into the house we’re staying at and all the boys are standing around the kitchen table.
“Thanks for the help,” I roll my eyes and make my way to them. They were stood around a bowl and Josh was pulling out a paper. I guess I came at the right time.
“I got a 4 what does that mean?” He asks.
“Aww mate you got the room with the terrace.”
“All right!” Josh grins and pushes the bowl to me. “Y/N you go next.”
I pick out a number, hoping it’s a good one. “Two?” I ask.
“2?” Conor looks at the boys. “Maybe she can get a single room.”
“Two has a king bed so we agreed two people would sleep there.” Josh explains to me.
“Guys come on!” I whine but Jack’s already picked a really good room and he’s not giving it up. “Shouldn’t the brothers share the room?” I try again but Jack is completely against it.
“You lot are the worst.” I say as I go to sit on the sofa. At this point it was between Joe, Conor, or Caspar and I didn’t want to stand around and wait. And as my luck should have it, Joe pulls out the number 2.
“Alright guess it’s me and you yeah?” Joe wiggles his brows at me and I roll my eyes.
“At least it’s not Conor,” I say. “Our room would be a proper mess if it was me and him.”
“You leave your bloody makeup everywhere you’re not that tidy either,” Conor argues back.
“I don’t mind Y/N,” Joe puts his arm around me and kisses my forehead. “How about we get these to our room?” Joe asks as he tries to carry both our suitcases but I grab mine from him. This would be interesting. I had a major thing for Joe for as long as I could remember and we had felt the tension between us even more in the last few months. It would either lead to us hooking up this weekend or this would be the worst weekend ever.
We unpack our suitcases and talk casually about the trip. What we would do tomorrow, which pubs we were hitting up during the trip, which one of our friends would argue first. Very friendly conversation. That night, however, things change.
“Is this alright?” Joe asks from his side of the bed.
“Joe? Is that you? This bed is so bloody huge I can’t even see you.” I joke.
“Looking for me?” His face is suddenly right next to mine and the warmth heats up my own skin. Although I suspect that wasn’t the only reason I was so hot.
“There you are,” I boop his nose and he laughs. I watch his face transform and I want him so badly but I restrain myself. “This is better,” I say.
“Yeah we would’ve been alright on a smaller bed too.” Joe says as he casually drapes his arm across my stomach.
Suddenly the door is bust open and we jerk apart as lights blind us and horns blare in our room. I swear as does Joe beside me as we throw the covers up over our heads.
“I swear if I get a migraine I’m going to kick you all right in th-”
“We got you!” The boys are all laughing and making sure their footage is good from the terror they just inflicted.
“Get out!” Joe yells as he gets up off the bed and all the boys scramble but Joe manages to slap Josh’s bum as he’s the last one scrambling out. “Bloody fools.” Joe mutters as he locks the door.
“You are the reason they pull this shite” I say, settling back into bed.
“Ugh,” Joe climbs back in and this time he shows no restraint as he scoops me against him and tucks his face into my neck. I remain stiff as I wait for Joe to let go but his breathing slows so I relax too. I snuggle in with him and fall asleep.
We explore the city and its pubs the next day, eating the local cuisine but I’m checking my phone constantly, expecting a call from my university. I had applied for a grant and my financial situation depended on it.
“You’re on bloody vacation stop ruining it by being all stressed out,” Joe takes my phone from me and puts it in his pocket. I have no shame in trying to reach in and grab it back but Joe swats my hand away, turning red as he pushes his chair back. “Easy tiger.”
That makes me blush, realising how close I was to accidently brushing something else. “You’re giving that back to me,” I try to play it off.
“I’ll give it to you before bed,” Joe says and it’s final as he turns away from me. Ugh.
Joe gives it to me earlier instead while we all hang out near the pool as the sun goes down. I open up my email first thing and scan the words “Congratulation Ms.Y/L/N we are pleased to grant you…”
“I got it!” I holler. All that hard work and extra essays I had to write. “Joe!” I yell to him where he’s inside mixing drinks. The boys are slightly confused but they shout encouragement anyway. Joe comes out and I run to him yelling. He puts down his drinks as I crash into him and he twirls me around.
“I knew you could do it!” He shouts and in the moment I don’t even realise but I slide back down so my feet touch the floor and I kiss Joe in the excitement. And he kisses me back.
It’s the silence in the back that clues me in. I tear myself away from Joe and he looks at me, slightly dazed. I turn back to the boys who have a similar expression on minus the lipstick smudges.
“I got my grant!” I try to play if off but the boys aren’t having it.
“You two just kissed,” Conor points to both of us.
“On the lips,” Caspar says.
I pout my lips and walk towards them, “Anyone else want one too?”
Caspar pretends to fumble out of the seat and everyone laughs.
“Okay but what the hell just happened?” Jack asks.
“We were celebrating,” Joe finally says. He shrugs and walks down to me where he puts his hand on my waist. “Just a harmless kiss.”
“Yeah,” I smile. I was glad Joe wasn’t making it a big deal. Or…did I want him to? But we continue the night like nothing’s happened. And when we go to bed we cuddle like we did and it’s awkward at first but then it isn’t.
The next night, Conor takes us all to a very hush nye party with his musician connections. And a hush party obviously meant it was very loud and stuffed with people. I keep a drink in my hand for most of the night, catching the boys every so often and dancing with a few of them. As the clock begins to tick closer to midnight I get more and more drunk, realising I had nobody for new year’s. I was in a house full of people but nobody was mine.
I grab another drink and stand near the door of where the projector counts down to midnight. There was 1 minute left. I take a long sip of my drink and watch the numbers get smaller.
“16, 15, 14…” Through the voices I recognise Joe’s nearby and spot him. His eyes are alight with enthusiasm and he has on a permanent half-smile which meant he was as smashed as I was. I squeeze past people and try to call out but the sounds are too loud.
I manage to grab his hand as the clock strikes midnight and without looking, he pulls me towards him and closes his mouth around mine. And we’re kissing. Again.
When he pulls away, he seems confused to see me in his arms. “Y/N?”
“Happy New Year,” I shrug but he laughs even though nothing is funny and kisses me again but with more purpose. His lips are soft against my own and I curl my hand around his neck to pull him closer. He grips my waist and I feel more than hear the groan he lets out. That’s when I let go.
“Wow,” I heave and Joe’s breathing is also coming out heavy. He gives me a drunken smile and tries to wipe the corner of my mouth but manages to smudge my lipstick on my cheeks even more. I shake my head and excuse myself to the bathroom. That was quite a kiss.
The third time Joe there really is no going back. We get very drunk a few nights later and by the time we’ve changed into our pyjamas and crawled into bed we’ve abandoned anything within us that’s held us back in the past. “I want to kiss you,” Joe slurs. “Like the other day I’m gonna kiss you.”
I giggle and watch Joe get closer and then miss my mouth by inches. We both burst out laughing which earns a knocking from the other side of the wall. Jack’s bedroom.
“Shh,” I tell him. He smiles, eyes half shut as he tries again. And this time he hits bullseye.
The kiss tastes like alcohol and mint. It’s hot and messy and everything I wanted it to be. His lips eventually leave mine to explore further. He takes his time and I’m impatient in my drunken reverie so I slide down to meet his lips again and tug at his hair as we roll around on the huge bed together.
The next morning, Joe gives me a sleepy kiss and we leave it at that. And that’s how it remains for the next two weeks while we’re on holiday. The boys catch us kissing a couple times, mostly when we’re drunk and they tease us at first but drop it after they notice how casual we were about it. And every night we push the limit a little bit more, affection turning into slow passion, but we never make it too serious-always playful. And I was okay with that.
“I think I’ll miss sleeping with you in that massive bed.” It’s our last morning at our rental and Joe’s head rests in my lap while I play with his hair. The boys were either in the pool or eating breakfast.
“So are you two dating now?” Josh asks once he sits on the lounge chair beside me.
Joe’s head leaves my lap and he turns to face Joe, “Hey Josh how about you mind your own business?”
“Joe,” I scold him. But Josh leaves anyway and I feel awkward again. After a moment I look at Joe but his sunglasses cover his face. I lift them, “We’re just friends right?” I ask.
Joe takes my hand and holds it to his heated chest, “Yeah.” He says simply before putting the glasses back on. Of course.
Back from vacation, things get very busy for me especially since my grant came through. I have lots of work to catch up on and research my own. But I leave room for Carey’s wedding-a mutual friend of Joe’s and I who actually introduced us both a long time ago.
“Hey beautiful I’m waiting downstairs so hurry up!” Joe calls me the morning of and I stuff the rest of my bobby pins into my purse. I would put them on in the car.
“How many of those do you have?” Joe asks, wide-eyed, when I start sticking them in on the motorway.
“I have no idea,” I say between two in my teeth. “They’re always coming and going.”
“You look amazing by the way,” Joe places his hand on my knee and I want to tell him how comforting his touch was but I didn’t want to sound too clingy.
“You look very handsome too,” I poke his bow tie. “This look suits you well.”
“Why thank you missus,” Joe grabs my hand and kisses it all while staring at the road. I laugh and pull my hand back into my lap but Joe grabs it again and keeps his hold on it until he needs both hands again. My heart races.
At the reception Joe sits next to me even though his seat was a few tables down. He switches placecards and nobody notices. All throughout the night we find excuses to be touching one another-his hand on my thigh, my hand on his arm, his hand on my waist, my hand smoothing down his hair or touching knees while we sit. We can’t get enough.
“I remember when I was like you two,” an elder woman sat at our table makes small talk while we have dinner. “Young love.” She sighs and looks to her friend beside her.
“You two are a very lovely couple,” her friend agrees. “I would put my bets on you twos for a wedding soon. Maybe summer next year yeah?”
Joe and I stutter to respond but after glancing at one another we realise it was futile to explain what we were. We accept the compliment instead.
“We should grab a dance later,” Joe whispers to me while the host introduces the couple to the dancefloor.
“I’ve seen your moves on the dancefloor but can you slow dance?” I ask.
“You’ll find out,” Joe kisses me on the forehead and we turn our gaze back to the couple. Soon after the DJ announces that other couples could join.
“You two better claim a spot. Have some practice before your wedding day.” the women from our table giggle. We rush away as fast as we can.
“Joe,” a man calls out as we make our way to the front.
“Ted!” Joe shakes the man’s hand before he’s pulled into a guy-hug. “It’s nice to see you again.”
I hover behind the two but Ted puts his arm out to me. I lean in for a hug and he kisses the air beside my cheek.
“Joe it’s good to see you with a girl finally. I was just talking to my wife how you boys never settle down.” The man is smiling at me very intensely. Joe laughs and puts his arm around me.
“Yeah, we’re just headed to dance but we’ll catch up later yeah?”
“Yeah of course go dance while you’re young,” Ted shoos us away.
“Sorry about that,” Joe whispers to me once we’re in position on the floor.
“It’s quite funny,” I say truthfully.
“It doesn’t bother you?” Joe asks.
“Well…we’re not an item.” Joe watches me for my reaction but I remain casual.
“That’s alright with me. I don’t mind casual.”
“Cool,” Joe slips his hand slightly lower whilst pulling me in. “Me too.”
I rest my cheek on Joe’s chest and hear his heartbeat steady through his chest. I slide my hand down from his shoulder to rest atop his heart. I wonder what it was really feeling for me.
On our way back home, Joe stays quiet, lost in thought. I let him be as my eyes drift shut from all the dancing and laughing during the night. When we reach my flat Joe parks and shakes me awake. He helps me to my flat, carrying my things for me and leaves me at the door.
“Want to come in?” I ask while yawning.
“Best if I don’t,” Joe scratches his neck and backs away. My face falls, what had happened? Joe turns away so I close the door and toss my heels near the door, taking my frustration out on them. Why did Joe decline?
Suddenly there’s rapid knocking on the door and Joe stands there fumbling with his hair. “Y/N,” he steps in without invite and closes the door behind him. “I lied, I don’t want casual with you. All those people at the wedding…I do want to be that was with you. I want you to be my girlfriend.”
“All you had to do was ask,” I smile with relief as I place my forearms on his shoulders but he wasn’t in the playful mood. Not anymore. Instead, he flips us around so my back is against the door and he presses his lips to mine, biting down with intensity. We kiss and touch and pull at one another as we leave a trail of clothing all down the hall and to my bedroom where the bed is definitely a lot smaller but the feelings are just the same.
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