If I Could Tell Her- Evan Hansen x Reader
A/N: I’m trying so hard not to get into this, I swear I like one song from this musical but here you go.
“You knew him?” Y/N asked softly, her eyes wide. Evan gulped.
“Um-um- yes?”
She slowly sat next to him. “Did- what did he- you liked him?”
Evan bit his lip. “Um- we were- were best friends?”
She shook her head. “I didn’t think he could have friends. I didn’t think anyone- anyone could like him.” Her voice cracked and tears filled her eyes. “Is- I’m sorry, but is it bad that I don’t miss him? He was mean- not mean, he was- he was awful.”
“He talked about you.”
Y/N looked up. “I’m sure. He always told me how annoying I was.”
“He loved you,” Evan said slowly. He took a moment to study the young girl in front of him. He had never noticed how pretty she was, even more beautiful than her older sister, Zoe.
She huffed out a laugh. “I doubt it. He hated me.”
“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered breathily. When she turned to him in confusion he quickly retracted. “I mean- he thought- you looked- looked- cool when you got that shirt with your favorite band.”
Y/N’s face brightened. “I thought he hated that!”
“He loved it!” Evan said quickly. He went on to compliment her, tell her everything he loved about her. He had thought Zoe was the one for him, but she was so beautiful and sweet- he found himself inches from her. Suddenly, finished with his rant, he pressed his lips against hers.
She kissed back for a fraction of a second before pulling back and lightly placing her fingers on her lips. “Oh- thank you?” Y/N ran out of the room, her face bright red and flushed. Evan, more embarrassed than her, followed.
If only he could tell her.