Word Count: 1091“I bought a dress, shaved my legs, and put makeup on. I refuse to be stood up.”“ The little hole in my chest can easily be filled by comfort food.”
White knuckles from clenching your fists too hard, and gritted teeth from effort to remain silent, your hunched form exuded an animosity that was like acid - burning, slicing, potent. Burning rage hissed through your body like a deadly poison, screeching a demanded release in the form of unwanted violence. It was like a volcano erupting; fury sweeping off your like ferocious waves. Your face was red with suppressed rage, and when the front door opened, you swung around and mentally snapped.
It wasn’t Damien’s fault, and you knew that, but he was the first person whom you spotted once your anger had set in. As he walked through the living room, he stopped in his tracks at seeing your upset face. “Hey, you alright?” he asked cautiously, setting his keys down on the side table. You inhaled sharply through your nose as if you were a dragon about to set fire to the whole room.
He looked down at his watch, “Wasn’t what’s-his-face supposed to have picked you up by now?”
If only your quick exhale was actually dragonflame then you wouldn’t have to see the pitying expression setting in on Damien’s features.
“He stood me up,” you seethed, hands picking at the hem of your dress.
Damien let out a noise that had it been from anyone else would have been condescending but deep down, beneath your fog of anger, you knew he was just being sympathetic. You took a few deep, calming breaths and rose from the couch to stand on your feet. You smoothed your hands down the front of your dress and fixed Damien with a look that you hoped appeared less harsh than it felt.
“Let’s go,” you said simply, grabbing your jacket.
Damien looked at you, confused, “Go? Go where?”
“I bought a dress, shaved my legs, and put makeup on. I refuse to be stood up,” you stated matter-of-factly. “So, we are going to go out to eat and I am going to get a drink and I would love it if you were a great roommate and did this for me.” You could feel your resolve, and some of your anger, giveaway at the end of your sentence and you hated it. You loathed feeling weak, and you knew that Damien would never think of you that way but it still bothered you.
He nodded once and picked up his keys, “Yeah, alright, let’s go.”
Rounding the couch and coffee table, Damien presented you with his arm for you to take. You ducked your head slightly to hide your grin but gladly wrapped you hand around his elbow before he lead you out of the house. After he locked the door, Damien lead you out to his car and opened the passenger side door for you to get in, closing it tightly behind you once you were securely inside. You glanced over your shoulder to watch him walk around the car and you felt a slight flutter in your chest and in your stomach.
Mentally you scolded yourself as you fastened your seatbelt. This was Damien. Your roommate. One of your best friends for years. You absolutely could not, under any circumstances, think of him in that way. You heard the driver side door open and looked over to see Damien sliding into the seat. He quickly did his seatbelt and turned to look in your direction, his hair flopping slightly as a lopsided grin fell into place on his lips.
Oh, no.
“Where to?” he asked, starting the engine.
You suddenly felt as though your chest was tight and your face was hot. What was happening? Why were you feeling this way? You ducked your head and cleared your throat in an attempt to gather your composure in a way that wasn’t overtly obvious to Damien. “Um, the usual place?” you suggested after you finally looked back up at him.
Damien grinned again and nodded. “Nice, I like it,” he said happily, reaching out to pat you on the knee before putting the car into reverse.
Oh yeah, you were done for.
At the restaurant you found yourself to be struggling even more than before. How had you never noticed how nice Damien’s smile was? Or how cute his laugh is? Or the way the light caught his eyes just so? You ordered a drink quickly, hoping that the alcohol would help you in one way or another, but if anything it just made you look at Damien more closely. After finishing the drink, you switched to water as if afraid anymore would lead you to saying or doing something about these new thoughts and feelings sprouting up within you.
When the food arrived and you began eating, Damien chuckled softly which caught your attention. You looked up at him with slightly knitted eyebrows which made him smile fondly at you. “You just look happier than you did when I got home, is all,” he explained with a shrug.
“The little hole in my chest can easily be filled by comfort food,” you retorted, taking a bite of your pasta.
Damien laughed and ducked his head down as a wide grin tugged at his lips. A certain sense of pride flared up inside your chest as having put that smile there. But you quickly shook your head and went back to your food in an attempt to push it away.
He had insisted on paying for dinner, no matter how you tried to argue with him. He even caught you before you could slip your card in the folder when you thought he wasn’t looking. Back at the house, Damien helped you out of the car and lead you to the front door. He didn’t stop there. He walked you up the stairs and to your bedroom door, fixing you with a smile that did strange things to your stomach and your knees.
“I hope I was a good enough substitution for what’s-his-name,” he said softly.
You swallowed harshly around a newfound lump in your throat and nodded. “The best,” you forced yourself to say, coming out as just above a whisper. Damien nodded and ducked his head to press a kiss against your cheek before lifting your hand to do the same to the back of it. Both things he’d done in the past but now it made your heart stutter in your chest and your stomach drop.
“Good night, Y/N,” he said, turning to head towards his room.
You let out a shaky sigh and nodded once, “Good night.”
word count: 5356
requested by: anonymous and @caswinchester2000 (x), and urnotcarlgrimes on wattpad
pronouns: she/her
warnings: none
fandom: 5 seconds of summer
au type: secret relationship, brother’s best friend
summary: you’ve been dating your boyfriend for a year and your brother is not happy about it
inspired by: @peakyfantasy (x)
authors notes: i decided to combine these requests bc i thought they would go well with each other so i hope u all like it!!!!
other parts: none
prompts used from this list (x)
22. "Choose me"
27. "If we get caught I'm blaming you"
48. "You're getting crumbs all over my bed"
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"Luke," you stared at the boy you were sitting next to, an unamused expression on your face. The blonde didn't look up, too immersed in the show playing on his laptop screen. "Luke," you repeated a bit more firmly along with a jab to the thigh.
"Hmm?" he finally looked over at you, the food stuffed in his mouth preventing him from actually speaking.
"You're getting crumbs all over the bed," you deadpanned, making him look down at the area around him to find that he – indeed – was getting crumbs everywhere.
"Sorry," he murmured shyly, and you rolled your eyes.
"You're lucky you're cute," you told him, smiling to yourself as you got up when it made his cheeks turn red. Luke followed suit and you both began brushing the crumbs into your hands to throw them away.
But the moment you reached the trashcan, your lazy day of watching movies with your boyfriend ended.
"Luke?! You still home, mate?!" Michael's voice called out, making you and Luke jump.
"I thought you said he was spending time with his girlfriend!" you shouted in a whisper.
"He said he was!" he defended, "He said he was spending the whole weekend with her!" You felt panic start to bubble up in your chest when you heard your brother's footsteps on the stairs.
"God," you breathed softly, "If we get caught, I'm blaming you." You quickly darted into the closet before Michael knocked on the bedroom door.
Michael had been your brother ever since you were six-years-old – being adopted by Daryl and Karen after spending two years in the foster care system. You met Luke – as did your parents – when Michael was in high school and brought him – and his other friends Calum and Ashton – over to meet the family.
And ever since then, your adoptive parents noticed a change in you.
You had typically been so scared of new people and rarely let anyone in, your fear of abandonment taking over every time. But when you met Luke, it started getting easier.
Any time you would hear his voices as they all came into the house on the weekends, you would perk up. If Michael didn't want you around that particular time, you would go to your room and mope for the rest of the day.
Meeting Luke gave you back the sense of importance you didn't think you could feel anymore. It gave you the confidence that, yes, people could still leave you, but the ones who mattered would always stick around. It reminded you that just because one person didn't care about you didn't mean everyone else never would, and neither would your new family.
Meeting Luke made you comfortable enough to start calling Daryl and Karen Mom and Dad, and Michael your brother; He made you feel like you were truly part of a family again.
"Luke?!" Michael called out again once he reached the top of the stairs.
"In here, Mike!" he called back, making him pop around the door frame.
"Hey! Do you have my red varsity jacket?" he asked, "I can't find it and I think it might have gotten mixed with your laundry somehow."
"If I do, it's in my closet," Luke shrugged.
"Can I check?" Michael stepped toward the closet door, making Luke's eyes widen.
"Wait!" he practically shouted. Michael jumped slightly, causing him to quickly relax his posture. "I mean... I'll get it for you! It's like a tornado in there; I'm not sure you'll find it!"
"That's alright," he laughed, "You don't wear too many colors anyway." He opened the door, and Luke peeked over his shoulder with a nervous expression.
But nothing happened; You weren't there anymore.
Michael found what he was looking for, smiling brightly and grabbing it off the hanger. He hung it back up and draped the clothing item over his shoulder. As he was coming back out, he furrowed his eyebrows.
"I thought you just did your laundry," he mentioned.
"Yeah..." Luke trailed off.
"How's your hamper full already?" Luke paused but shook it off before Michael noticed.
"You know I spill food on me all the time," he laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck.
"You sure it was food and not beer?" he smirked.
"I've gotten better!" Luke pouted, making Michael laugh again.
"Thanks, man," he held up the hand holding his jacket, "See you on Sunday."
"Have fun!" he hollered after him, letting out a small sigh of relief that you hadn't gotten caught. Luke noticed a small movement out of the corner of his eye, hearing your voice as well.
"Is he gone?" you whispered, and he tilted his head at the shifting pile of clothes in his hamper.
"Yeah..." he trailed off. The clothes then moved more forcefully as you shoved them aside and poked your head out. "Why are you in there?" he raised an eyebrow at you.
"I didn't have much of a choice, did I?" you breathed sharply as he helped you back to your feet and out of the basket.
"Hey, I didn't tell you to hide in there," he chuckled.
"How was I supposed to know Mikey would need in your closet?" you pouted.
"Mike would have needed in whichever place you were hiding," he pointed out, "Just be glad you weren't under the bed." You rolled your eyes but finally cracked a smile.
"I'm just happy you don't smell that bad," you shrugged.
You went back toward the bed, but felt Luke's hands on your waist before you got there. He pulled you back into his chest, leaning down to speak lowly in your ear.
"What are you trying to say, baby girl?" he asked you.
"I'm not saying anything, Lukey," you replied innocently.
"Oh yeah? 'Cause that's not what I heard," he started prodding at your sides.
You squeaked slightly, trying to get away from him but it was no use. He brought you back to him so you were facing him this time. Your eyes were beginning to water as you giggled, the sound muffled by your face being pressed to his shoulder.
You were finally able to pry his hands away from you, holding them tightly in front of his stomach so he couldn't move them. He smiled fondly at you for a moment – he truly loved nothing more than hearing you laugh – before leaning in to peck your lips.
"Maybe you'll think twice before you 'don't' say something next time," he winked.
"Will I?" you grinned mischievously, making him chuckle again.
But the playfulness in the air was short-lived.
While Luke went back to the bed, you went to the bookshelf to find another movie to watch. You'd only been standing there for all of two seconds when a voice from the doorway made you nearly jump out of your skin.
"Y/N?" your heart skipped at your brother's voice, "What are you doing here?"
Yours and Luke's heads snapped over, finding Michael standing there with his eyebrows furrowed. You and your boyfriend glanced at each other, neither of you sure how to respond. And that definitely wasn't aiding in Michael's confusion.
"What are you doing here?" he repeated, "When did you get here?"
"I..." you cleared your throat, "Luke and I are watching movies together today... I thought I told you..."
"No," he shook his head, "I would have remembered that conversation. Since when do you hang out with Luke without me?"
"Luke's my friend too, Michael," you reminded him, "I'm allowed to hang out with my friends without you around."
"Make your own friends! Leave mine alone!" he exclaimed, "And you're certainly not allowed to kiss them!" You and Luke froze – he saw you kiss each other...?
The look shared between the two of you made your already on-edge brother snap. He grabbed your jacket from the desk chair, then fully coming into the room to grab your forearm.
"Michael, what are you-" you started before he cut you off.
"You're going home," he stated dryly.
"Don't you think you're overreacting?" you rolled your eyes.
You tried to pull your arm out of his grip, but he wouldn't let go. Instead, he gripped tighter, pulling you toward the exit.
"Michael!"
"Mike, wait!" Luke spoke, hopping up from his spot and following, "Can't we just talk about this?"
"I don't want to hear anything from you, Hemmings," Michael spat, surprising you – he never spoke to anyone that way, let alone Luke.
Despite you fighting back, Michael managed to drag you to his car. You huffed in annoyance, crossing your arms over your chest, as you sat in silence the entire ride home.
But once you were in the house and the front door was being slammed shut by Michael behind you, you couldn't keep it in anymore.
"Quit treating me like a child, Michael," you grumbled, "I'm 23-years-old, and you're not my dad."
"I'm not treating you like a child," he replied.
"You're trying to tell me who to date."
"He's my best friend, Y/N!" he finally let out his own frustration.
"So you of all people should know that he treats me right," you rolled your eyes, "He's not like the other guys I've been with. He actually cares about me and he doesn't want me for anything other than just loving me."
"Don't say that! He's not in love with you!"
"How the hell would you know?!" you practically screamed, finally having enough of him berating Luke, "Just because he hangs out with you doesn't mean he's an asshole!"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" he growled.
"Nothing stopped you from dating my friends in school, did it, Michael?!" you shouted, "No matter how many times I told you not to, you still asked them out and you still started dating them!"
"That's different!"
"How the hell is that different?!"
"I was never 'in love' with any of them!"
"And that somehow makes it better?! You leading them on makes it better?!" you cornered him. Michael opened his mouth to fight back, but you didn't let him. "Whether you like it or not, I am in love with Luke. And there is not a goddamn thing you can do about it," you stated firmly, heading to your room and slamming the door to signify that the conversation was over.
~
Michael's POV; 8pm
After dinner that night – and after countless texts from Ashton and Calum criticizing the way he reacted – Michael was sat in silence in his childhood bedroom. He obviously didn't live there anymore, but his mother told him she wanted to talk to him when she was finished with the dishes. It was comical, honestly – 24-years-old and being sent to his room by his mom – but he did it anyway.
He only had to wait about 20 minutes before hearing the soft knock on his door, making him look over as his mom came into the room. Karen closed the door behind her, signaling to Michael that it was a bit more serious than he thought. She came over to sit on his bed with him as he put his phone away to give her his undivided attention.
"Your sister told me what happened this afternoon," Karen said gently, a little surprised when Michael scoffed in response.
"Let me guess: You're here to tell me I'm wrong and that I should apologize and-"
"I'm not telling you you're wrong, Mikey," she shook her head.
"You're not?" he furrowed his eyebrows.
"You're never wrong for feeling a certain way," she assured him, "But I do think you could have handled it a little better. Y/N being with Luke is nothing to be so angry about."
"You knew?" he frowned, causing his mom to sigh.
"Sweetheart, you obviously know I've known Luke for as long as Y/N has; I definitely don't blame her for falling in love with him," she told him.
"Why does everyone keep saying they're in love?!"
"Because they are, Mikey," she smiled slightly, "I know you're upset they've been keeping it a secret from you, but they would have told you when they were ready, and they just weren't yet."
"But she's my sister! And he's my best friend!" Michael insisted, "I told her not to date my friends! And I told them my sister is off limits!"
"Then think about how you'd feel if she weren't your sister," Karen suggested, "Wouldn't you be happy that your best friend found someone he truly cares about?" The blonde was silent, so she continued. "Luke is your best friend for a reason, honey – just like Cal and Ashton are," she reminded him, "You surround yourself with the people who make you happy, and that's exactly what Luke is doing. Haven't you noticed how much happier he is since you introduced him to Y/N? If she weren't your sister, don't you think you'd be happy for him too? And if Luke weren't your best friend, wouldn't you be happy that Y/N found someone who cares about her the way he does? You remember how hard it was for her to warm up to people when she came into our lives, Mikey – wouldn't you be happy she's found someone who makes her comfortable enough to just be herself?" Michael was silent for almost a full minute, really taking in what his mom had said.
Of course he knew she was right. Of course he'd seen the change in you and was happy you'd come out of your shell in the nearly 20 years you'd been with his family. He remembered all the time he'd be so annoyed with you as kids when you didn't want to play with him or you wouldn't speak for hours at a time or you'd spend entire weekends in your room instead of outside with him.
And while you'd gotten better and more social as you grew up and transitioned into high school, he couldn't pretend that he didn't notice the almost immediate switch in your behavior after you were introduced to Luke.
"But why did it have to be Luke?" Michael mumbled, more to himself than to his mom.
"That's something you'd have to ask her, sweetheart," Karen chuckled, standing up. She leaned over and pressed a kiss to the side of his head. "At least tell her goodnight before you go home," she told him, "You know she still worries even when she's mad at you."
After his mom left the room, Michael sat for a few more minutes. Once he managed to shake off his racing thoughts, he sighed and got up from his bed as well. He flicked off the light switch and made his way to your bedroom door down the hall, but stopped when he heard voices coming from the other side.
Your POV
Open your window
You furrowed your eyebrows at the text lighting up your screen, finally looking up from your book. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw the blonde standing on the other side of the glass, prompting you to jump up. You hurried across the room, unlocking and opening the window.
"Luke!" you whispered as your boyfriend climbed into the room, "What are you doing here? Michael's gonna kill you if he finds out!"
"Then let him," he replied shakily, "I needed to see you."
"Why?" you let out a defeated sigh, "Michael made it pretty clear he's not okay with this." The pained expression on his face made your heart ache, but his next words nearly broke you.
"I need you to choose me," his voice cracked, and you honestly thought you were going to start bawling at the sound of it.
"Luke..." you swallowed the lump in your throat, "I-"
"I know he's your brother..." he shook his head, his eyes becoming glossy, "I know you love him... I know you'd do anything for him... But plea-" He choked on his tears slightly. "Please choose me..."
"I love you, Lu... You know I do..." you choked out, reaching up and taking his cheeks in your hands to wipe them with your thumbs, "But if this is going to become between you and the band... I can't..."
"I'll quit," he told you, holding your hips as tightly as he could so you wouldn't leave him, "I'll leave the band and we can still be together and-"
"I could never ask you to do that, Luke," you sniffled – though you were full of butterflies at hearing he'd give up the one thing he wanted most in life just to be with you.
"You're not asking me; I'm making that decision on my own," he said, "I love you, baby girl. And nothing is going to keep me away from you. Not the band, not your brother; Nothing."
"Michael's your best friend," you whispered, your voice not giving you any more volume.
"If he's really my best friend, he wouldn't let this change anything," he shook his head, "He wouldn't let us change anything."
"But he is, Lu," you let out an exasperated sigh, "And you can't let Cal and Ashton down."
Luke was quiet for a moment – it was like he was finally realizing there were two other members of his band with the same dream as him. You saw his Adam's apple move as he swallowed thickly, making you give him a soft smile.
"This is the hardest decision I've ever had to make, Lu," you choked on your own words, barely stroking his cheekbones, "And I would have loved nothing more than to have been able to experience all of the amazing things your band is going to do with you... And as much as I want to tell you to leave them and stay with me, I can't be selfish... Because you and Michael and Ashton and Cal were meant to play music together. And I love you more than anything else in this whole world, and I want you to be happy."
"You make me happy," his voice broke again. You barely smiled, pulling his face to yours. He kissed you back so desperately, knowing this would be the last time he'd ever get to.
"I love you so much, Lu," you whispered.
"I love you so much more, baby girl," he let out an accidental sob, burying his face in your neck and just holding you for as long as you'd let him.
~
One week later
If you were being honest, you hadn't gotten out of bed much since that night. You would open your phone to text Luke countless times, but you never ended up sending anything. You just wanted this all to be some scarily realistic bad dream, but you never woke up from it.
As much as you didn't want it to be, this was real life, and now both your brother and your boyfriend – ex-boyfriend...? Ouch – hated you.
"Y/N?" your mother's voice knocked you out of your daydream as she opened your door, "Sweetheart, dinner is ready." Your face didn't show much emotion, making her smile sadly. "Honey, I know things are hard right now, but you can't not eat," she reminded you, "Come on; I made your favorite." So, upon hearing that she was at least trying to make you feel better by cooking your favorite food, you forced yourself to get out of bed and follow her to the kitchen.
Your dad greeted you with his usual 'hey, princess' as you and your mom sat with him at the table, but other than the occasional conversation between the two parents, it was mostly quiet until your plates were empty.
You did try though – while your parents cleared the table, you sat there and tried to engage in conversation with them, ignoring how badly you just wanted to go back to your room and cry yourself to sleep like you'd done every night before. But you weren't going to pretend that the knock on the front door interrupting that didn't make you feel better. Your mom quickly dried her hands on the towel hanging from the oven handle and went to answer the door.
"Hey, honey," you could hear her smile before she paused. You couldn't hear what the person at the door asked, but your mom replied with "Yeah, dear, she's in the kitchen."
You then heard footsteps coming closer to the room, and felt your throat get tighter when you noticed your brother following your mom. Michael glanced at you, sighing when he saw the look on your face.
"Hey, Mike," your dad greeted his son, pulling him into a hug when he reached him.
"Hi, Dad," he murmured into his shoulder before pulling away, "Can we..." He trailed off, glancing at you again – a gesture you hadn't noticed due to keeping your gaze glued onto the tabletop in front of you.
"Of course," he nodded, "Your mum and I will be in the other room if you need us." Your dad walked over to his wife and led her to their bedroom to give you and Michael as much privacy as they could.
You listened to the sound of the chair across from you being pulled out, your brother sitting down on it. It was silent for a moment before he spoke. You always knew Michael was never one to dance around a topic, but it still surprised you when he jumped right in.
"I... I heard you and Luke in your room the other night..." he admitted, looking down at his own lap while your head snapped up – your eyes wide and your mouth dry.
"You did...?" your voice didn't come out any louder than a whisper, "Why... Why didn't you say anything...? Why'd you let him stay...?"
"Because I..." Michael trailed off with a sigh, finally looking back at you, "Because I've never heard him sound that way before... I've never heard him sound so...so heartbroken... And I came into the kitchen this morning and he was already eating breakfast, but he still looked... He looked so lost... And the only time I've ever seen him look like that was when his last girlfriend broke up with him... And I never wanted to admit it, but I noticed how sad and mopey he was for two years after she left, and how it started to stop when the boys finally met the family – when Luke finally met you... And you never tried to get with any of my other friends growing up... I should have known this time was different..."
"I didn't start seeing him to make you mad..." you sniffled, feeling a wave of emotion rush through you, "He was the only person who could make me laugh whenever I started thinking about the people who didn't want me and... Even though he didn't understand what I was going through, he still knew what to say to make me feel better... I always wanted to give you space when the band was over and you were practicing or just hanging out, but it was so hard... It was hard to stay away from Luke because he made me feel happy, and I wanted to feel that way all the time, so I wanted to be around him all the time... And at some point, we started hanging out without everyone else around and then going to the movies and getting dinner and then we were actually calling them dates and then we were together for a year and a half... And then you found out and I... I don't even know what Luke and I are anymore... 'Cause I can't live with myself knowing I'm taking away the one thing Lu wants more than anything with being in a band, but I..." You couldn't keep yourself from crying anymore, just letting the tears fall. "I love him so much, Mikey," you whimpered pathetically, shaking your head, "I don't wanna choose between losing him and losing you..."
"I'm not making you choose between us, bub," he murmured, coming around the table to kneel in front of your seat and wipe your face for you, "I never should have tried to in the first place. I guess the only thing I was really mad about was that I made you both feel like you couldn't tell me what was going on, and I'm sorry. As annoyed as I was that you started seeing each other even though I told you not to, I won't be the last to admit that you're kind of perfect for each other."
"We are...?" you grumbled, curious as to where he was going with this.
"You know... Mum really let me have it after you told her what I did... And I didn't want to admit it, but I knew that meeting Luke changed you... You were so much happier and you trusted people more easily and you weren't as afraid of new people... And that was all because of him... He made you feel safer and like it was okay to come out of your shell and that people weren't going to punish you for feeling anymore... And it was wrong of me to pretend none of that mattered. If he weren't my best friend, I would be so grateful you've found someone like him."
"You would?"
"I am," he corrected you softly, "And I'm sorry I ever made you feel like this was the only thing you couldn't talk to me about."
You didn't know whether Michael's speech was over or not, but you didn't have the patience anyway. You immediately threw your arms around his neck and buried your face in his shirt, feeling him squeeze you right back.
"I love you, bub," your brother murmured into your hair, "I'm glad you and Luke found each other." You didn't respond, but Michael you sniffle as you held him tighter.
"He hates me," you whispered.
"What are you talking about?" he furrowed his eyebrows, shaking his shoulder so you would look at him again, "He doesn't hate you; I don't think it's possible for him to feel that way about you."
"Yes, he does," you wiped your cheek with the back of your hand, "I broke up with him..."
"I know you did, bub, but that doesn't mean he hates you," he shook his head, "He may hate me for causing you to do it, but he doesn't hate you."
"Yeah, he-"
"Come on, bub," Michael stood back upright, "I think you and Luke need to talk."
"Mikey, I-"
"No buts," he insisted, taking your hand and pulling you up as well, "He's miserable without you, Y/N – he'll be so happy to see you again."
~
The ride to Michael's place was mostly silent apart from the radio playing softly from the speakers. Your brother knew you weren't really in the mood to talk, your mind already racing with every possible thing Luke could have to say to you – if he wanted to speak to you at all.
It was all a blur, honestly, up until the point you found yourself standing outside the front door. You wanted to open it and find Luke, but you couldn't make yourself. Something inside of you was just too scared to do it.
"Bub," Michael said lowly, coming up behind you, "It's gonna be fine; He misses you too." He then opened the door for you, nudging you through it.
Upon entering the house, you could hear the television in the living room. The volume was so low that you couldn't tell what was on or what was being said, so you knew the person in the room wasn't actually watching it; You knew the person in the room was Luke. So, despite your head screaming at you to just go home, you ignored it and walked around the corner anyway.
"Lu..." you somehow found the voice to say, making his head snap up.
Luke's normally bright blue eyes were puffy and bloodshot, and his hair was a mess from being pulled on nonstop... But he was still breathtaking and he still made your heartbeat quicken when he looked at you and you were still so in love with him.
"What-" Your heart ached when his voice broke and he had to clear his throat. "-What are you doing here...?" he asked, his voice barely even coming out to avoid it happening again.
His eyebrows furrowed as you walked over to him, but you realized he was looking behind you. You looked over your shoulder as well, almost missing Michael walk past the doorway. When he looked back at you, you were already sitting next to him. You weren't that close, however, and it took everything in his power not to reach over and pull you onto his lap like he always did.
"Mi-Michael knows you're here...?" he asked skeptically, feeling his heart skip when you smiled slightly.
"Yeah... Mikey knows I'm here..." you confirmed. Luke opened his mouth to speak, but you couldn't keep your thoughts in anymore. "I'm really sorry, Lu," you choked out, clearing your throat right after, "I never meant for all this to happen... I've never wanted to not have you in my life... I've never wanted to live my life without loving you anymore..." Luke reached over for one of the hands on your lap, holding it tightly in his own.
"I've never wanted to live not loving you either, baby girl," he promised you. You let out a straggled breath, feeling yourself start to tear up again.
"S-So... You don't hate me...?" you asked softly – sure, Michael told you didn't, but that didn't mean you believed him. But when Luke pulled on you and finally brought you onto his lap, you knew Michael had told you the truth.
"Could never hate you, baby girl," he shook his head, pressing his lips to your forehead, "You know that."
"I've never broke up with you because of my brother before," you whispered, letting out a deep breath as you laid your head on his shoulder.
"Y'never broke up with me," he said, making you tilt your head to look at him. You found his eyes already on you with the same loving look that made your heart flutter. "Y'never said we were breaking up," he reminded you, "And I never thought we were over either. Y'know I wanted to call you every single day, but... I was just giving you space... I know how much Mike means to you and I wanted to give you time to process his reaction however you needed to... But I was still prepared to do whatever I had to to convince you to stay... Even if we had to go behind your brother's back again." You couldn't keep yourself from laughing lightly, earning yourself another kiss to the head, feeling Luke smile into your skin.
"Wasn't the whole problem cause by going behind his back in the first place?" you chewed on your inner cheek.
"Maybe," Luke shrugged, "But I love you too much to not even try."
You smiled at him before reaching up and letting your lips hit his. The both of you sighed in relief, thankful that this wasn't the end of your relationship.
"I love you, baby girl," Luke murmured against your lips, feeling you grin again.
"I love you, Lukey," you replied just as quietly.
Unfortunately though, your moment of bliss ended soon after.
"Alright, I'm here now; Quit being gross," your brother said as he entered the room.
You and Luke both chuckled as you pulled away from him. You looked over – your head still on Luke's shoulder – but you didn't even get a chance to give him a smart-ass response.
"Get lost, squirt," Michael ordered, "My turn now." You rolled your eyes but pressed a quick kiss to Luke's cheek and climbed off his lap anyway, allowing your brother to apologize to his best friend on his own.
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I’m not sure if your still taking requests or not, but I’m going to go ahead. Tom Holland x engaged!reader. Tom has just left to film FFH so it was just Tessa and you. Tessa started to get a little more protective but the reader just thought it was because Tom left. She never leaves your side. You find out your pregnant and it’s like all cute. You tell Tom, then after like so many months you tell all the guys. Harrison, Chris3, Robert. Even the parents. Maybe they have like twins or triplets????
1. Finding out
I’m gonna divide this into 3 parts, ok? Cause it’s long. Here’s the first one and I hope Y’all Like it. (1/3)
Having an actor as a boyfriend was hard. Most of the time, Tom would be gone to some part of the world. It didn’t bother you being separated at times, you had gotten used to it. When Tom was gone you would, spend time with Tess and his family, go out with friends, and continue with your every day routine.
But when Far From Home came along, it felt a bit harder to leave him. Production had started here in London and now they were moving else where, meaning you had spent more time together than the last couple of years. To top it all off, it had been a rough couple of weeks; you had gone down with he flu, work had been exceptionally hard and it was your last semester in Uni.
“It would be long, love.” He said looking at your paled-sick face. You nodded and laid back on your bed. Tom was worried about you, not entirely convinced that you had the flu. He would steal glances, scaring your body for any clue of your sickness. The only thing he got was the puffiness on your cheeks and the sensitivity of your boobs.
“Tom, could you stop staring? It’s getting annoying.” You mumbled out, not looking up from the phone.
“I’m just worried about you, (Y/n). It’s been two weeks and your still the same.” He said, closing his suitcase.
“Babe, it’s the flu. You get worse before you get better, promise.” Tom looked at you. He loved your (y/e/c) eyes, they were warm and welcoming. He strolled onto the bed and pulled you closer.
“Promise you’ll go to the doctor if you don’t get better?” He whispered on your ear. You turned around, facing him and smiled.
“Promise, Tommy.” You whispered back. He smiled down at you and kissed your lips. Moments like these were both your favorites. The cuddles, silence and warmth that engulfed you were amazing, until his phone rang and he had to leave.
You followed him towards the door, Tessa right behind both of you. You hugged, teared up and kissed your goodbyes, promising to call each other every night. You closed the door, retrieving to the sofa and sat there with Tessa, watching whatever was on T.V.
Throughout the week, you flu like symptoms kept on going. You would wake up heaving and going straight to the bathroom, and that would continue until the evenings. You would start to feel better around dinner time which, for some weird reason, made you hungrier than ever. You would eat take out, pizza, etc. You were pretty sure that didn’t help with he vomiting in the morning.
Tessa, around the end of the week, started acting strange. She started on Wednesday, following you around everywhere. If you went to the bathroom and left her out, she would freak out. You assumed it was because of Tom and the fact that he was gone, but by Friday it had gotten on your nerves. If you were out with her and someone would come closer, she would go into overdrive. It was to much to handle, so you called Nikki.
“Hey love, hadn’t heard from you in a while.” Her cheerful voice resonated.
“Hey, Nikki.”You managed to talk with a husky voice.
“You ok, love?” Her concern was immediately, you were practically part of the family already. Tom and you had been together for 3 years, and most of the time you’d spend it with his family.
“Yeah, I’ve just come down with something and tomorrow I have an appointment. Don’t worry about it Nikki.”
“I can come with you, (Y/n). I’ll meet you there tomorrow morning.” You stood up from the couch, and went to lay on the bed. Tessa, to much of your annoyance, followed you.
“Don’t worry about it. I just need you to babysit Tessa for me, she’s been acting up since Tom left and I know seeing you guys will calm her.” Tessa’s ears perked up, listening to what you were saying.
“I’ll tell the boys to go pick her up and we’re going to the doctor. AND, I’m NOT taking NO for an answer.” You laughed and agreed.
The next day came faster then expected. As if on time, you woke up running to the bathroom and emptying everything on your stomach. Tessa sat next to you, watching you suffer from a recurring wave os nausea. You stood up and brushed your teeth, took a bath and changed into Tom’s favorite sweater and a pair of leggings. At 9 am, Nikki had arrived with the boys. Sam and Harry grabbed Tessa, and took her out to the near by park. You smiled at them gratefully and looked at her, as she called herself, your mother-in-law.
“God, love, you look horrible. You sure you don’t have a fever? Have you eaten something?” Nikki rapidly asked you.
“No, no I haven’t eaten. I just can’t keep anything down, but when night rolls in I just feel ten times better and hell breaks loose cause I’m starving.” You responded while entering the lift.
“Maybe it’s the stomachful or you’re just dehydrated.” She answered quizzically.
“Maybe.” You mumbled out.
The ride to the hospital was smooth. You would get nauseas here and there, but nothing extreme. Nikki helped you out and into your appointment.
“Hello, Mrs. (y/l/n) What brings you here today?” Doctor Bennett, asked.
“I’ve just been sick all week, for the last three weeks. It’ll start in the morning with nausea and as they day goes it’ll move to exhaustion and by the end of they day it’s all gone, but it keeps repeating itself.” She looked at you and nodded.
“When was your last period?” You looked at her confused and realized you hadn’t gotten it. It blew over your mind with the way you were feeling and Tom leaving. You took out your phone and pressed the period app, stating you were 15 days late.
“Last month…” you mumbled out.
“We’re gonna get to the bottom of this, sometimes when your dehydrated or your body has drastic change, your period changes, but just in case were are gonna need a pee sample.” She gave you a small pee cup, a picture of water and left. Nikki stood there and smiled.
“Thinking about it, these were the same symptoms I had with the twins.” She slowly said, grabbing your hand.
“I don’t know if I can do this.” You looked up at her in fear.
“Lets tackle this one step at a time, ok? First drink up and go to the bathroom” Her soothing voice calmed you. You nodded and drank the water, minutes later you went and peed. The nurse came and collected it, after talking a blood sample.
You had never thought of having kids. Ok, maybe a bit with Tom, you would dream about the big house, trying for a baby after the wedding, after he proposed and his career had stabilized. But right now, was it a good time? Were your ready for this? It was your last semester, you were starting a new job, you had a one bedroom flat and Tom was going to be gone for the rest of the year. He had press and the premiere of End Game, soon. How did this happen?
“Your urine and blood results are in Mrs. (Y/l/n), congratulations you’re pregnant.” Dr. Bennett smiled. Nikki grabbed your hand and started stroking your back.
“Wow…” was the only thing you were capable of mumbling out.
“Well, transfer these results to your OB/GYN, which I believe is Mr. Fletcher, right?” You nodded and just sat there. The vomiting, craving, and exhaustion made sense now and how Tessa was acting, too. She knew before any of you did. But, how the hell were you going to tell Tom.
“… Ok, I don’t now exactly how far along you are. I suspect maybe 3 to 4 weeks, but you’ll have to get an appointment with your OB/GYN and also an ultrasound.” You nodded and nodded. Nothing coming out of your mouth. Nikki smiled, and thanked the doctor before lightly dragging you out and into the car.
“Hey, honey, it’s ok. Everything’s ok, this is amazing news.” She repeated over and over. You looked at her teary eyed.
“Oh god, I’m gonna have to tell Tom. I-We might be having a baby.” You smiled out.
“I’m going to be a grandma.” Nikki laughed,
“I’m going to be a mom” You mumbled out, touching your flat stomach.
