Four Times You Held Karl Jacobs Hand and The One Time It Meant Something More
Requested? Nah
Warnings? fluff fluff fluff
Summary: You and Karl hold hands (just trust me okay)
Word Count: 1,428
One
You sit in the waiting room of the doctors office, your leg bouncing uncontrollably as you nervously look around. It was far too early in the morning for you to be this anxious already but couldn’t help it considering where you were.
“(y/n),” Karl calls your name, making you look at him. “It’s gonna be okay.”
He rests a hand on your shaking knee and goosebumps flood over you at his touch. You had been ordered a blood draw by your doctor so they could run some tests, and had to fast from food for the test to work. You had woken up far too early for the 9 am test and called Karl hoping he could calm you down. He offered to come with you to the appointment and that’s how you got here.
“(y/l/n)?” The nurse calls out, stepping into the waiting room.
You instantly look at Karl, nerves flaring up and he stands, grabbing your hand and walking you over to the nurse. She smiles at you kindly, telling you to follow her into the small patient's room. She has you sit down on the comfy recliner and indicates that Karl can sit on your right side.
“I assume you have a fear of needles?” the nurse asks kindly as she preps your arm.
“Very much so,” you agree and smile meekly at her.
“Well it’ll be over quickly and your boyfriend is here which always helps.”
You go to correct her but she pulls out the needle she plans to use and you whip your head to face the other way. Your heart pounds half in fear of the needle and half in nerves because of Karl’s touch against yours. Karl smiles at you encouragingly, slipping his hand into your free one and intertwining your fingers together.
“Squeeze my hand as hard as you need to, okay?” he tells you and you nod nervously.
Karl holds eye contact as the needle pinches your skin and you flinch, squeezing his hand in yours. Karl doesn’t even make a face, simply rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand and keeping a neutral gaze with you. The nurse lets you know when she’s almost finished but Karl’s gaze has you forgetting the pain and fear all together.
“And you’re all done!” the nurse cheers and you glance back at your arm to see gauze wrapped around and your blood sitting in vials on a tray.
You sort everything out with the secretary at the front desk before heading outside, a sigh of relief escaping you. You look over to Karl and realize your hands are still entwined. The warmth of his hand is comforting against yours and you consider leaving it like that. However, you both chicken out, your nerves getting the best of you and let go of each other.
“Wanna get breakfast?”
Two
“It’s gonna be fine,” you tell Karl, placing your hands on his shoulders and staring into his shiny green eyes.
“What if I stumble and fall? What if I fuck up my words? What if no one knows who I am? What if-” he continues listing off the possibilities until you shake his shoulders lightly, forcing him to look at you again.
“Honey,” you start, slipping your hands from his shoulders to his hands. You cup his hands in yours, squeezing them both in reassurance and Karl leans into your touch.
“You are going to go out on that stage, strut your stuff, read that winner's name, and smile like the goddamn rockstar that you are.”
Karl’s stare is so incredibly fond your heart plummets quickly before raising into your throat. It feels like an electric current going through you as his hands cling to yours. Someone calls his name and you offer another reassuring tap of your hands and he presses a kiss to your cheek before running off.
You watch nervously as he heads out, strutting across the stage like the king he is, and stepping up to the microphone. Your smile overtakes your face, and you stand in the wings waiting for your best friend to come back to you.
He hands the cards over to the producers before turning towards you, he runs over and you raise your hands up, his hands meeting yours in a high five that ends with the two of you holding hands once more.
“I’m sorry,” you start grinning. “Am I right or am I right?”
“You were right,” Karl concedes and the two of you stay grinning at each other.
Three
“(y/n)! Slow down!” Karl calls out to you as you race through the arena.
You were headed to your seats for the Harry Styles concert the two of you had been waiting for forever. You had bought the tickets the minute they went on sale and ended up with pit tickets, something you had been gushing about since the minute the charge went through on your card.
The two of you head towards the pit, Karl trying to keep track of you as you bound farther away from him. Thankfully, you’re both in matching fits, going all out for the concert in the most dramatic way possible.
Finally, you get there and settle into a good spot. You end up taking photos, talking excitedly with other fans, and waiting anxiously. The show eventually starts and you’re pulled into the excellence that is a Harry Styles concert.
When the lights come up, your heart falls and a tear drops from your eye. Karl reaches up, brushing away the wetness from your cheek. You look up to him, offering a sad smile and he gives you a quick hug.
He steps in front of you, trying to weave through the mass of people in the pit. For a moment you’re nervous about making it out, but Karl reaches back and grabs your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.
The comfort of his skin on yours keeps you calm as he leads you out of the crowd and eventually out of the stadium itself. You’re halfway to the car when you realize you’re still holding onto each other tightly.
“So,” you start and as if Karl notices just as quickly as you do, nerves beating you down once again and he lets go.
“Favorite song?”
Four
“Wait!” Karl calls and you look at him confused.
He gets out of the car and shuts the door quickly behind him. He walks around the car and opens your door, holding his hand out for you. You take it, smiling ridiculously as he helps you out of the car and shuts the door behind you.
Your hands linger together for a bit before you both let go, shy smiles thrown each other’s way. You head into the grocery store, shopping for dinner and random extras for the rest of the week. After checking out, you head back to the car where Karl stops in front of your door again.
You tilt your head at him and he holds his hand out to you again. You take it and he opens your door, helping you into the car and shutting it carefully behind you. You felt like a princess the way Karl treats you and your hands shake at the giddy feeling in your stomach.
And One
“Hey!” you greet Karl as he walks into your kitchen.
He sets down his stuff, making his way over to you and wraps his arms around your shoulders as a quick hug. He heads out to your dining room, setting up the table before coming back into the kitchen.
He pauses at the doorway, leaning against it and watching you cook. His eyes follow your figure, a soft smile on his lips and the thought crosses his mind that he wants to do this every single night forever.
“Hey,” Karl says and you turn to look at him, your head cocking to the side.
He strides over to you, slipping his hands into yours and focusing on the skin pressed into his. He looks down, for a moment imagining a wedding day like this before looking back up to meet your eyes.
His head dips down to meet yours, and his lips feel like butter and fire wrapped all into one. They mold to yours perfectly and light you up from top to bottom. Your hands squeeze his as he deepens the kiss and it takes you a moment to gain your surroundings when you part.
“Okay?” he asks, squeezing your hands reassuringly.
“Perfect.”