#ethan payne oneshot

[ketamineharry]

Hold My Girl - Ethan Payne

Requested: No ~ just practicing my fluff lads

Tags: Fluff

The sun hit your bedroom window and filtered into your room. The start of a new day. As you opened your eyes, and looked to your right, your boyfriend, Ethan was still sleeping peacefully next to you. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, almost soothed you as you watched him sleep. It was nice to just be able to have mornings like these; especially because Ethan had been so busy the past couple of weeks. ‘Couple time’ had been spent through phone calls -- if you were completely honest, you couldn’t remember the last time you had a date night.

Still, you snuggled back down into bed. You rested your head on his bare chest, the warmth that his body provided soothed your ice-cold skin. Ethan wrapped an arm around you, almost like it was instinct, as he was still soundly sleeping, and pulled you closer to him. He nuzzled his face in your hair, as you both naturally slipped into the position that you were most comfortable.

“What time is it?” Ethan asked, his groggy morning voice rumbling through his chest. The vibrations felt strange against your face. No matter how many times you ended up in this position, you never got used to how low his morning voice was.

You reached for your phone, which was on the bedside table next to you. As you lifted the phone up, you could see that the time was 7:47. Which was incredibly early for the both of you, as you were both, almost exclusively, night owls. You informed him of the time, and placed your phone back down.

“Fantastic, it means that I can rearrange with Freezy.”

“What d’ya mean?” You asked, slightly bewildered.

“Well, I know that we’ve not had much time together recently, and I was supposed to be filming with Freezy… I can rearrange with him, and if he can’t rearrange the video, I’m sure that one of the other boys will step in.” He explained.

“You don’t have to do that!” You protested, as you propped yourself up on him. “We can wait until you’ve finished filming. It really doesn’t bother me.” You continued.

“Which is exactly why I need to schedule some time off, because you are far too special to feel like you need to be on the backburner for the purpose of my career, treacle.” He mumbled.

He pulled you back in for another cuddle, allowing you to rest your head on his chest. His hands comfortingly running through your hair. He placed a kiss to your head.

“I really love ya, y’know?” He mumbled.

“If you love me that much, can we order a Maccies breakfast?” You teased.

[damn-behzinga]

Tic Attack

Ethan Payne Centric

summary - Ethan has Tourette’s Syndrome and has a tic attack.

warnings - mentions of both verbal and physical tics which may trigger your own tics

request - Can u do an angsty ethan imagine with the rest of the sidemen, it can be about anything x

the way you write for ethan has me FERAL pls do more for him !!!!!!

Ethan truly did not hate a part of himself. He used to, back when he was overweight and in his lowest mental state. But he stopped seeing his weight as an issue when he lost it, when he exercised more. It took him a lot longer to stop being upset about his tourettes but he grew to accept them. He used to cry and scream and curse at the top of his lungs blaming his mum for making him this way. He believed he was the reason his two fathers left. He remembered sitting down with his mum at the age of twenty one and whispering, “It was never your fault.” And she had cried and apologised that she couldn’t afford him better help but he just hugged her and they comforted each other.

Ethan had been scared to tell his new internet friends about his tics. He would mute his mic whenever he felt a verbal tic and if he couldn’t mute it in time, he just came up with whatever excuse came first. He didn’t use a face cam because of his physical tics and then when he did, he cut it out and tried to repress it as much as possible.

Telling the Sidemen was hard but after he told them and they asked questions, trying to understand how things worked for Ethan. He then became more comfortable for himself and told his viewers about his tourettes syndrome. They joked about it in a way that Ethan felt comfortable with but he also had to stop streaming because they’d spam it in the chat. It was hard finding the balance but he was trying his hardest.

All the guys were sharing a hotel room when he was having one of his worst tic days. He had already got a cut on his cheek where he had hit himself a bit too hard and caught his ring. He woke up and could already tell that today was not going to make him feel good. He was walking to the main living area of their combined hotel room and he was already whistling and flapping his hands. He heard the other guys chatting happily as he suddenly tugged on his hair, let out a small clicking noise.

“Ethan, you alright fella?” Josh asked, wincing as Ethan hit his forehead again.

“I’m - chugga - I’m -” He let out a whistle. “Fine. I’m fine.”

The others realised that this was a bad day as Ethan let out a shout as he filled up a glass of water. He felt the tics building up in his body as he dropped the glass, suddenly going into a more severe tic attack, letting out yells and repeating the word ‘chug’, whilst slamming his hand on the side. The others jumped in to help, trying to move the smashed glass away from Ethan so he didn’t hurt himself. He let out a yell as his hand smacked his previous cut. He felt tears leak from his eyes, as his throat closed up. He felt breathless as the words continued to escape his mouth. He thanked that his tics allowed Josh and JJ to guide him to the sofa to lay him down. He continued making noises as his throat went raw. He sucked in a deep breath as his arms continued thrashing. He threw his arm out shortly followed by his legs kicking out. He smacked his head another few times.

The guys cleaned up as JJ and Josh stayed with him as his tic attack continued. Once they cleaned up, they left the room, giving the three of them privacy so Ethan didn’t feel as panicked. Ethan continued to tic for another thirty minutes before he slowly started calming down. His head ached from the amount of head jerking and there were two new bruises forming on his head from how he had smacked and punched himself. His throat felt dry and he was breathless from the vocal tics that had forced themselves out. He let out some tears as his tics slowed back to the average pace. Josh and JJ smiled sadly at him before offering some food and a bottle of water. They passed him his squishy ball to help the hand tics and a neck pillow as he continued to jerk his head and let out soft whines and noises.

“‘M sorry.” Ethan whispered after ten minutes.

“It’s okay, you’re okay.” Josh said.

“Bro, it’s alright.” JJ commented. “Did you not realise the attack would happen?”

“I knew - chugga - I knew it would be bad but not this bad.” Ethan explained.

“Wanna see the other guys?” Josh asked and Ethan nodded, letting out a low whistle. A moment passed and the other guys were walking in, smiles on their faces with plans of distraction in line for Ethan.

“Someone looks like they could use a hug!” Harry opened his arms and laid beside his mate, who immediately engulfed him.

“We managed to figure out how to connect our Netflix to the TVs so we’re thinking about a movie.” Simon said.

“It really wasn’t hard but with those three, it was ten times more difficult to sort out.” Vik rolled his eyes as Simon let out an annoyed scoff. Tobi just sat beside him and let out a sigh.

“This is what I had to deal with.” He commented and immediately it started a quiet debate between the group as Ethan settled into the cuddle and tried to get comfortable despite his tics.

His tics were noises and aggressive movements. His tics were excessive blinks. His tourettes syndrome was a lot of tears and pain but it was also laughs and smiles with his best friends. Ethan had learnt through trials and tribulations that he was not defined by his tourette's syndrome.

[sour--disposition]

Look After You

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ethan payne x fem!reader [platonic]

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Requested: heyYyYYy this might be out of the usual but can i just request a simple friendship hurt/comfort fic w ethan as the subject? prompt could be whatever you want :)

Ethan: answer your facetime

Ethan: come on im bored

Me: im busy

Ethan: rude i dont accept that

You let out a sigh as your phone started playing the God awful FaceTime ringtone once again. The screen was filled with a blurry picture of you and Ethan on night out, bringing the bare bones of a smile to your face. “What do you want?”, you asked as soon as you answered the call, rolling back over in bed to wrap the covers around yourself.

“I thought you said you were busy”, Ethan tutted.

“I am”, you lied. “No one else is gonna watch my Netflix watchlist, are they?”, you sassed.

“Fine, fine, whatever”, he surrendered. “I’ll go”, Ethan huffed, barely giving you time to say goodbye before he cut the call short.

On any other day, no matter how busy you were, you’d have rung Ethan back and chewed him out for hanging up on you. But today was different. Something about today made you not want to face it, made you want to cocoon yourself in your duvet and hide away from the world.

So you did.

In your cosiest clothes, fluffy socks and all, you were wrapped up in your covers as Netflix played across the TV at the bottom of your bed. You had a barrage of snacks tucked into your bedside table drawer and a cup of tea in the biggest thermos you could find in your cupboards.

A rattling in your apartment disturbed you, forcing you to peak your head out of the covers you’d buried yourself into. Before you’d even managed to pause the TV, let alone emerge from your cosy tomb, Ethan was standing in the doorway of your bedroom.

“What are you doing here?”, you asked him.

“Looking after you”, he said simply. Ethan walked over to the other side of the bed, kicking his shoes off and pulling off his hoodie, before attempting to dig you out of the covers. “C’mon, I need some covers if I’m joining you”, he argued.

You relented, giving up some of the covers so Ethan could slide in next to you. “Why are you here?”, you asked him again.

“Believe it or not, I actually know you well enough to know when something is wrong with you”, Ethan snarked, pulling his phone out of his pocket and dropping it onto the quilt before getting himself comfortable. “Now come here. I’m prescribing you with cuddles”, he pouted.

You rolled your eyes but let yourself be manhandled by Ethan nonetheless. “What’s up?”, he asked quietly into your hair once you were safely encased in his arms.

“Dunno”, you mumbled into the covers that you’d pulled up and under your chin.

“Tell me”, he whispered.

“Just a bad day”, you admitted quietly. “I don’t know what to do to fix it, I’ve tried everything”, you told him, voice wobbly. “I had a shower and I ate breakfast and I tried to clean a bit but I just feel exhausted”.

“So rest”, Ethan suggested easily.

“I’ve barely moved in 5 hours, I’m just as tired as I was then. If not worse”, you argued.

“So take a few days off. You’re probably burnt out”, he told you softly.

“Maybe”, you hummed.

“No. You are. I was just being nice. You look like shit”, Ethan told you bluntly. You snorted half heartedly at his words, letting Ethan know that you truly were not feeling at a rights at all.

“You’re so nice to me. Why have we been friends for 20 years?”, you asked him, voice shifting slightly from the monotone drawl it had been since Ethan arrived. “Can we just stay like this?”, you asked quietly.

“Course”, Ethan murmured, tightening his arms around you.

You dozed in and out that afternoon, Ethan’s arms never leaving you. “Thank you”, you whispered into the dark of your bedroom, the only light coming from the TV screen in front of you.

“For what?”, he asked, voice just as quiet.

“This”, you told him.

“You’re my best friend, Y/N”, Ethan said flatly. “I’m always going to look after you, whenever you need me”, he assured you.

“I know. Thank you”.

[ketamineharry]

I Bet - Ethan Payne

Requested: Yes ~ by @wroetobehzinga​ hi best bitch pls can I request a Behz imagine based on I Bet by Ciara✨✨ Luv ya x

Authors Note: This could potentially have multiparts please let me know if you lot would be interested in that. As always, thank you for reading love you all xx

You sat in your car, the windows shut as you scrolled through Instagram. You were waiting for Ethan so that you could go on a night out. It was a tradition for you to party together, get blackout drunk and then wind up in his bed in the morning; bed sheets tangled between both of your bodies. But, you craved so much more than just being drunk and ending up in his bed. You wanted to wake up in his bed every morning and watch the sunlight hit his face, hear his groggy morning voice wishing you a good morning. Have a round two, completely sober, having something to remember; something to confirm that it was good. That the feelings you had, were reciprocated and felt equally by the man you adored.

As Ethan approached the car, wearing his signature black tee, jeans and trainers. You were adamant that tonight was the night you were going to tell him how you felt. Especially because things would be aided by alcohol. A little bit of dutch courage should make the awkward tension, slightly better. The drive to the club was filled with a comfortable silence, as he placed a hand on your bare thigh, his hand pushing up your short dress ever so slightly. A half-smile plastered on his face, as he gave you a knowing look.

He took your hand, and led you through the club to the bar. You ordered a drink and took a few sips, before turning to Ethan. He stood there, beer in his ring adorned hand. You swore in that moment, he was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. A deep sigh escaped your lips, if you didn’t say something now, you never would. It was literally, now or never. You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. Instinctively, his hand snaked around your waist, providing you with a comfort you didn’t know you needed.

“I love you.” You told him, loud enough just for him to hear, as the music thumped around you.

He pulled away from you, a surprised look on his face. You weren’t sure if this was good or bad. He took your hand, leading you outside into the cold night. Presumably so that you could talk properly.

“Babe, did I just hear that right?” He asked, as he raised an eyebrow at you. You swallowed hard, before nodding your head. You had been in love with him for the longest time, but had bitten your tongue, as you longed for the right time to tell him, that never seemed to come.

“I think we need to go back to my flat right now.” He mumbled, suggestively. He practically dragged you back to the car, he opened the drivers door and practically shoved you in. He went around to the other side and got himself belted in quickly. As you started the engine, you looked over at him hardly believing that you were about to go back to his flat practically sober.

Once you had arrived at his apartment building, he once again got out of the car first and helped you out of the vehicle. He grabbed a hold of your hand and practically dragged you to his apartment. As soon as you were outside, his lips were on yours, as he pinned you against the front door. His hands wrapped around your waist, as you found your hands in his hair, the curls soft against your hands. As you slightly tugged on them, he groaned into your mouth; which just increased your need for him.

“Let’s go inside.” He suggested, against your lips.

He fumbled for his keys in his pocket, as he quickly opened the door. His arms returned to your waist, as he hoisted you around his waist and walked you into his bedroom. He threw you onto his bed, your head hit the mattress as your hair fanned out around you. Ethan was in the corner of the room, undressing himself. As he put on a bit of a show for you, slowly exposing his toned chest and muscular arms as he took his top off. Once he had taken his jeans off, he made his way to the bed, in just his boxers and climbed on top of you.

He pinned your wrists to the mattress, as he kissed his way down your body. Starting at your forehead, kissing all the way down your face to your mouth, as he placed a soft kiss there. Which was different. You had kissed him before, but never like this, never this intimate. He moved from your mouth, down to your neck, leaving small hickies all over, marking you as his. A soft moan escaped your lips, as he found the sweet spot on your neck, as he did, his hands trailed down, to cup your boob in his hand.

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You were left short for breath once he had finished, no matter how many times you had sex with him. You were always surprised at how good it was, how in sync your bodies were. How natural it felt. It was perfect.

Ethan held you close to him, you rested your head on his chest, as you traced patterns into his hot, bare skin as you both came down from your climaxes. A comfortable silence enveloped the both of you.

“That was so good.” He hummed into your hair, as he placed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“It was and look at us, we weren’t even drunk. This is progress.” You said, as you let out a content sigh.

“Yeah… Y/N this was a one off. I just wanted to see if I felt the same, and I don’t.” He informed you, as he rolled over. “Good night.” He whispered, as he tried to get to sleep.

You were left with your thoughts, you and Ethan had just ‘made love’, which was amazing for you, and supposedly for him too. But, the ‘love’ aspect wasn’t there for him, but it was painfully obvious that it was there for you. Not only that, but he had the audacity to tell you so matter of factly, so quickly after the fact that he didn’t feel the same. You followed suit, as you turned onto your side, blocked him out and silently cried yourself to sleep.

[ketamineharry]

I Bet Part 4 - Ethan Payne 

Requested: Yes ~ The more I seem to post of this, the more people want. Thank you so much! Sending you all, all the love x

“What’s that?” Harry asked, you still held your phone tightly in your hand. As you attempted to process what the fuck was going on. The more you thought about it however, the more questions you had with even less answers.

“Behz wants to meet up and talk. Whatever that’s supposed to mean.” You mumbled. Perhaps Harry would be able to explain, Harry and Behz spent practically every day together.

“Are you going to go? I’m afraid that he’ll try and manipulate you. Especially since you have such strong feelings for him.” Harry stated simply, as he took your hand in his and gave it a comforting squeeze.

You hadn’t given it any thought really, going to meet up with him. Harry was right though, as much as you hated to admit it. Behz would be able to flip the situation, make you feel guilty and spin it in such a way that you’d feel like you had to apologise. Especially if there was something he wanted out of the situation. Which there had to be, he wouldn’t just want to meet up after what happened at the party, for no particular reason.

“I need to hear what he has to say, but you’re right I need someone to come with me. Are you sure you don’t mind?” You asked him. He responded with a nod and a small smile. “It’s late now, do you wanna take my bed and I’ll take the sofa?”

“Don’t be daft, I’ll take the sofa. Just give me a blanket and I’m good to go.” He responded, as he began to clear off the cushions piling them neatly on the floor.

“You’re the guest, I can’t make you sleep on the sofa. We can both take the bed.” You suggested. “Strictly no funny business though.” You continued with a slight chuckle.

“That sounds like a deal. But, you’ve been the one that’s not been able to keep their hands off of me. Not the other way around.” He jested.

“Watch it Lewis.” You warned, playfully.

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You had gotten ready for bed and was laying there, Harry on the right side his body mirrored yours as you lay peacefully. A comfortable silence wrapped you up. It just felt nice to have someone in your bed that wasn’t trying to make a move. Who respected your boundaries and didn’t use your body to find out if they loved you or not.

“Would cuddling be classed as funny business?” He asked you, as he broke the silence for the first time.

Although you had said no funny business, which you didn’t think he was trying to indicate at all.. Perhaps cuddling would be nice though. It would certainly make going to sleep a lot more intimate.

“I suppose not.” You whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.

Once Harry had the confirmation, he snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you in closer to him. He placed a soft kiss to the crook of your neck before resting his head there. With his other hand, he softly ran his fingers through your hair, which instantly relaxed you. Lulling you closer and closer into a deep sleep.

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The next morning, you woke up to still be in a very similar position that you had fallen asleep in. Harry still cuddled into you, both arms wrapped around your waist, holding you in a tight embrace. His breath hit your shoulder with each exhale that he took. It was nice to wake up like this. As even when you and Ethan had, had sex before he wouldn’t want to cuddle afterwards… he’d just roll over and go to sleep.

Maybe Harry was right again, maybe you did deserve better than what Ethan was willing to provide you with.

You picked up your phone off of the nightstand, trying to move as little as possible to not wake Harry. As you checked the time, you noticed that you were supposed to be meeting Ethan in about an hour. You gently nudged Harry awake.

“What time is it?” He asked, groggily.

“Almost time to meet Ethan, you stay here and I’ll go make us a cup of tea. We can have a cup of tea and biscuits before getting ready.” You told him, as you got out of bed and made your way into the kitchen.

Quickly, you made the cups of tea. You grabbed a packet of chocolate digestives out of the cupboard, resting them in your arm and returned to your bedroom. You gave Harry his mug of tea, and placed yours on your nightstand. You opened the packet of biscuits and placed them between you both. Harry however, stared intently at his phone, his eyebrows furrowed, a look of concern etched across his face.

“What’s happened?” You asked, after taking a swig of your tea.

“It’s all kicked off in the groupchat… Ethan accused me of being two-faced, and said that I had stolen you. He’s made me look like a right prick.” He said softly. Harry usually didn’t care what people thought of him, but the fact that Ethan had done this right in front of your other friends, lads that Harry considered brothers, wasn’t fair. It really affected him.

“Let’s get ready and get going, then we can air out everything.” You urged, as you placed your empty mug on your nightstand.

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As you approached the coffee shop, the place where you had agreed to meet Ethan. Harry grabbed your hand and interlaced his fingers with yours. Any nervousness that you felt was quashed with this simple gesture. You gave his hand a squeeze, in an attempt to try and comfort the both of you. This wasn’t going to be easy, to say the least.

As soon as Behz saw you it seemed like he couldn’t help but smile. However, when he saw that you had brung Harry along — not only that but you were holding hands with him, his expression quickly changed from a smile to a frown. He folded his arms, a clear sign of annoyance.

“You’ve asked your new boyfriend to tag along, I see.” He seethed, through gritted teeth. His accusing gaze switched between you both.

“Ethan you have no right to be made about this.” You started, as you gestures between yourself and Harry. “Whatever this is. You were the one that didn’t want me. You were the one who decided to bring another girl to Talia’s house party, a week after you had fucked me to decide if you had feelings for me.” You continued.

“What if I’ve changed my mind?” He asked. Defeat clear in his voice. “What if I know now that you’re the one I want to wake up to… spend every morning with. Have fantastic sex with?”

“You know what Ethan, you really do have some fucking nerve mate.” Harry said, speaking for the first time since you had both arrived. “The fact that you have used sex, as a way to win Y/N over, when that’s exactly how you fucked her over before. It’s disgusting.” He spat.

“The rebound speaks.” Ethan quipped followed by a sarcastic laugh. “What’s it like then mate? Knowing that the girl that you have been pining over for months, only wanted you when she realised she couldn’t have me.”

“You’re being totally unnecessary. I came here to try and sort our friendship out, but clearly there’s no friendship to be had anymore. Leave me alone. You need to apologise to Harry and then we’re done here.”

Ethan’s glance immediately fell to the floor. You weren’t sure if he was ashamed or embarrassed to have been shut down by you in that way. Whatever it was, it needed to be said.

“I’m sorry.” Ethan said weakly, still not daring to look up from the spot he had found on the floor.

With that, you took Harry’s hand and led him away. You didn’t have anything more to say to Ethan. There was bad blood, but it was done now. You didn’t have to worry about him anymore.

“I was wondering… would you maybe want to go on a date? There’s a nice park near here, we could grab some wine… a few cakes and explore ‘whatever this is’.” He asked you, once you were out of Ethan’s earshot.

“Sounds perfect.”

[ketamineharry]

Confessions - Ethan Payne 

Requested: Yes ~ Nikki could you please write an imagine based on Confessions by Usher. Particularly the part where he says he's having a baby with someone else? I feel like this request would suit Ethan the best, thank you 💜

Authors Note: I’m not sure I’m entirely pleased with how this one turned out, but I loved the request. So here it is xo

You sat across from Ethan, observing him quietly. He had cocooned in on himself, his gaze fixed on the floor. His hands, folded together, tucked underneath his chin. His breathing alternating between being shallow and heightened. He had called you over, because he had to talk to you about something. However, despite the fact that you had been sitting with him for over an hour, he hadn’t so much as hinted at what this was about.

“If you don’t tell me what this is about, we can’t try and make steps to get over it and move on.” You reminded him, as you rubbed his back comfortingly. You knew that this could be in vain however, as, sometimes despite how much Ethan would want to tell you something, if he saw it as ‘too risky’, he would bury his head in the sand and not say anything until the very last minute.

“So you know, about a month ago… when I told you that I hadn’t been completely faithful when I was in LA with the lads? Well, she got in contact with me on insta and she’s informed me that she’s pregnant.” He informed you, as he looked at you for the first time. He wanted to gage your reaction.

But the truth was, you didn’t know how you were supposed to feel. You had forgiven him for the cheating and, you had only just started to heal from it. If you had forgiven him for that, surely you had no right to be angry about the fact that said cheating had resulted in a pregnancy. But, what infuriated you was Ethan had told you, he wasn’t ready for a baby, that he had to focus on his career commitments. When he was ready to be a dad, he wanted to be fully dedicated. Supposedly, he wasn’t ready for that.

“So… you’ve sent her the money for the abortion, right?” You asked, as you collected your thoughts. It was selfish. But the thought of someone else having Ethan’s first born, when she was practically a perfect stranger to him, made you feel physically ill. That was what you had wanted. You were his girlfriend, after all.

“I asked her if that’s what the message was about, but it wasn’t. She’s keeping it.” He mumbled, as he swallowed hard. Tears filled his eyes, as he placed his hand over yours. The cold metal of his rings, matching the coldness of the message he had just delivered.

“She’s keeping it?” You repeated, the shock taking over. “I’m sorry, but I can’t. This is your fault. You cheated!” You screamed, as you stood up and walked to the other side of the room. The anger that you had felt not so long ago, when he had revealed that he had cheated on you had resurfaced ten fold. Pretty soon into your relationship with Ethan you had figured out that you wanted to have children with him. An opportunity that thus far he had declined you of. But, a random woman he had met at a bar, seemed to fit the bill perfectly.

“I couldn’t exactly predict that she was going to get pregnant, could I? I wore protection.” He said, in an attempt to defend himself.

“Oh, right, yeah. Congratulations dickhead, you wore protection while you were cheating on me. That makes this situation so much better.” You mocked, adding in a sarcastic clap.

“Y/N I don’t know what else to say. It was a mistake. I don’t want things to be this way.”

“Right, well, I’m afraid to inform you pal, that you were the one who fucked someone else. Regardless of protection, you still took the risk of impregnating some random woman who lives thousands of miles away from you. She’s lucky that she does… because pregnant or not, I would have scrapped her. You’re lucky that I haven’t started on you yet.” You seethed, as you paced back and forth on the rug; trying to calm yourself down.

“If it makes you feel better, hit me.”

“D’ya know what Ethan? You’re not even worth it. I’m going to leave now. I’m also never coming back. I hope you enjoy the mess you created.” You said, as you took the key he had given you to his apartment out of your bag and placed it on the glass coffee table in the middle of the room.

As you left the apartment, you could hear soft sobs from the lounge area. But, you had nothing to feel guilty about. He was the one who had wronged you. You had the rest of your life to look forward to -- hopefully with better choices, that don’t end up with you in a relationship with someone who impregnates another woman while they’re with you.

[ketamineharry]

I Bet Part 2 - Ethan Payne

Requested: Yes, @wroetobehzinga​ wouldn’t leave me alone until I wrote this and got it posted.

You woke up to someone shaking you, Ethan stood above you, a plate of food and cup of tea in his hands. Food wasn’t going to fix the complete humiliation you had felt for the past couple of hours. You leaned against the headboard as you took the food, and placed the cup of tea on the nightstand.

“Thank you.” You said, accompanied with a weak smile. It took everything that you had to not cry, and to at least try to appreciate his kind gesture after what he had done the night before.

It killed you because you had been so wrapped up in Ethan, for the longest time. The moment that you initiated something it went tits up. You had invested so much into him, in fact, that you had neglected all other avenues of romantic relationships. You wolfed down the food quickly, the mixture of anger and sadness almost completely consumed you. You needed to get out of Ethan’s apartment and fast. As you drank the last remnants of the tea, you got out of bed and began getting yourself ready for the day. Instead of getting dressed in front of Ethan, like you had done for every other hook up, you grabbed your clothes and headed for the bathroom.

As your feet glided over the tiled floor, it sank in that this wasn’t just some horrible dream but the harsh reality you were facing. Once you were dressed, you decided the best option was to just leave. If you knew Ethan, he would want to talk about the events of last night; you were strong, but you weren’t strong enough to hear the man that you loved explain in detail the reasons that the love you felt wasn’t reciprocated.

“Bye.” You called, as you left. As soon as you were outside of the apartment, you finally let the tears that had been building up for the past couple of hours fall. You attempted to muffle any of the sounds that you may have been making, by using the jumper Ethan had given you to ensure you were warm enough, to cry into.

You did your best to try and compose yourself, as you rubbed your eyes and sniffed as quietly as you possibly could. You placed the jumper down in front of Ethan’s apartment. You were going to need space, and it wasn’t exactly fair to hang onto Ethan’s jumper until you had decided that you were over it.

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Talia had called you the next Saturday, asking you if you wanted to come over to her apartment for a house party. Eagerly, you had agreed. You were more than excited to try and get over Ethan, especially as you had been cooped up in your own abode for almost an entire week; only going outside to travel to work and back. Talia had informed you that the theme was 90s.

You instantly decided on the neon green co-ord that you had purchased for a festival last year, but hadn’t had the opportunity to wear again. Matching makeup, with neon green eyeshadow and a bright pink lip gloss. You finished off the look by crimping your hair. You glanced over your look in the mirror, before heading out. It was obvious that Ethan was going to be there, and you needed to look your very best. Especially since you hadn’t spoken to him for almost a week.

You made your way over to Talia’s apartment and knocked loudly, the base of the music could be felt through the door as you knocked. Talia opened the door, a warm smile spread across her face as she saw you.

“You look amazing.” She complimented, as she brought you in for a hug. Her outfit was amazing too. She was wearing a white jumper, with dungarees that cut off at the top of her thigh. “When we walk in there, you might want to hold my hand.” She said, as she offered her hand out to you.

Bewildered, you took her hand and walked into the apartment. The music was indeed incredibly loud, you were barely able to hear your own thoughts, never mind snippets of conversation. Once you were in the living room however, you immediately clocked onto the reason why Talia had told you to grab hold of her hand. It was for support. Stood in front of you, was Behz stood with an outrageously stunning blonde female. They looked as if they had just stepped out of a 90s vogue magazine.

Talia squeezed your hand comfortingly before leading you towards the couple. You plastered a fake smile on your face, and breathed in deeply. The amount of strength it took you to stand there and see both of them happy with each other, while you were still devastated was almost too much.

“Hi, I’m Leah.” The blonde greeted, as she opened her arms out for a hug. Reluctantly, you let go of Talia’s hand and hugged Leah.

As the embrace came to an end, she held you by the arms a massive smile on her face.

“You are just so pretty.” She complimented.

You thanked her, as you just began to feel worse. It would have been so much easier if Leah was a bitch and that you didn’t have to feel so fake, by being nice to her when all you wanted to do is drag her by her blonde hair extensions out of the flat. In any other circumstance, you would want to be her friend. Especially because she was so nice.

You glanced at Behz, his eyes were firmly planted on her. He was so infatuated. Every slight move that she made, he watched. Like she was the most beautiful thing in the world. It was breaking you, more than you would ever admit out of self-respect.

“Excuse me Leah, it was lovely to meet you but it would be rude to not speak to some of my other friends. Behz is right here to keep you company. I promise to come and have a chat later.” You excused, as you went to grab a drink from the island in the middle of the kitchen.

You grabbed a plastic cup, not caring what liquid was in it. Thankfully, Harry was in the kitchen too. He was so far off his face on alcohol and other substances that you weren’t sure he was even aware where he was. Which is what you wanted, in reality to try and get through this party. You gulped down the contents of whatever the liquid was in the cup and slammed it back down onto the counter.

Which caused Harry to actually acknowledge you were in the room with him. “Y/N hey!” He slurred, a drunk smile encompassed his face, as he slung his arm around you. “Always a pleasure.” He continued.

Without much thought, you cupped his face in your hand and pulled him in for a kiss. You started off soft and slow, your mouths matching rhythm as you both melted into the kiss.

“Y/N! What the actual fuck is going on here?” Ethan asked, exasperatedly.

[ketamineharry]

I Bet Part 3 - Ethan Payne 

Requested: Yes - @wroetobehzinga​ & @sour--disposition​ kept bullying me last night to get this written and uploaded. I hope you both like the result, dickheads xx

“Y/N what the actual fuck is going on here?”

You turned around to see Ethan, shocked. Fists clenched, as he approached the both of you. He didn’t have any right to be angry, he had made his choice and that wasn’t you. So, you had free reign to kiss whoever you wanted to.

“I’m sorry Ethan, but I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” You quipped, as you took Harry’s hand in yours. Providing yourself with some extra support and comfort.

“It’s my business when you were in my bed last weekend, telling me that you love me. For me now to find you playing tonsil tennis with my best friend, as some sort of weird rebound.”

“Well, it’s not my fault that you’ve stumbled in on this. In fact, Harry and I are going back to my place. Have fun at this party, pass on my love to Leah.” You exclaimed, a smug smile plastered on your face.

Still holding onto Harry’s hand, you weaved your way out of Talia’s apartment. You made a mental note to call her the next day and explain what happened, but you couldn’t stay at that party a moment longer.

“I’m sorry, I should have asked… Are you comfortable with coming back to mine? Right now, all I’m looking to do is go back, order a pizza and watch a movie.” You asked Harry, the realisation hitting you that you had dragged this intoxicated man away from his friends and the fun he was having to help you make a point to Ethan.

“Pizza sounds good.” He slurred, as he wrapped an arm around you. He interlocked his fingers with yours, as you both headed out of the apartment building. Your shared body heat being a shield against the ice-cold of the night air.

You hailed a taxi to take you back home, physical contact with Harry not seizing. It felt nice. Comforting even.

--

You sat on the sofa, curled up next to Harry the film you had both chosen had rolled it’s credits while an empty pizza box lay abandoned on the coffee table in front of you. As the nights events played over and over in your mind, you couldn’t help but let out a few tears. How things had ended up like this you had no idea.

It didn’t take Harry long to clock onto what was happening, however, he was as awkward drunk as he was sober. He didn’t have a clue about what to say to you. Instead, he pulled you in closer, allowing you to cry onto him, as he mindlessly played with your hair in an attempt to comfort you.

“I just don’t understand why he would bring her to the party so soon after what happened between us.” You said, between sobs. A damp patch formed on Harry’s white jumper as you continued to let all of the build up of what had really gone on between you and Ethan out.

“He’s a dickhead.” Harry mumbled. You weren’t entirely sure whether he was agreeing with you, or whether he was so out of it that he was just going to agree with what you said to get you to shut up.

“I just don’t understand why he would rub it in my face like that. I thought we were friends, at the very least. It’s like rubbing salt in the wound. I just don’t understand what I’ve done wrong.” You sniffled.

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” Harry started, moving position slightly so he could rest his head on yours. “You are by far, too good for him. Whether that’s as a friend or romantic interest, you deserve more.” He continued, as he placed a kiss to your forehead.

He pulled away slowly, his face lingering inches away from yours. Slight intoxicity mixed with the fact that Harry was available and comforting you, made something click. You moved in closer to him, tentatively placing a hand on his cheek. Your eyes locked, as you inched closer to him. You softly pressed your lips to his, the taste of alcohol instantly hit your mouth. He placed his hands on the small of your back, as he deepened the kiss.

You were the first to pull away, a small smile on your face; a vast contrast to the tear tracks that had made their way onto your cheeks. He smiled back at you, his face a mixture of happiness and concern.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” He asked, as you remained in the same position. You nodded, voice too weak to answer verbally. He leaned in close to you, peppering kisses from the top of your forehead down your face until he finally reached your lips. “You deserve to be appreciated.” He whispered, as he locked his lips with yours.

This kiss was by far more passionate and frenzied. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in deeper. The alcohol on his breath, not phasing you as much. It was more welcoming now, as you melted into each other. An understanding that this could be the start of something, but it also didn’t matter if it wasn’t. All that mattered was this moment, where your inhale was his exhale. The heartache that Ethan had handed you on a plate, subsided even if just for a moment, by the most simple of actions.

The only thing to knock you out of the brief bliss that Harry had provided you with, was the buzz of your phone. A text message, from Ethan. You rolled your eyes dramatically as you picked up your phone. You were fully expecting him to be harsh, like he was to all of his other conquests that you knew about, he’d probably sent a picture of him kissing the face off of Leah, or some other random girl he had met at the party. Instead, what was displayed on the phone screen only increased your anxiety. Four simple words.

Behz🥰: We need to talk