Bad Timing - Noah Centineo Imagine
Author: @sweet-pea-channie
Pairings: Noah Centineo x Reader
Summary: Y/N and Noah are in a happy relationship for a few years now, but is it really happy? They fight, they make up, they go on dates, they love each other just like a normal relationship but are they really happy?
Words: 2,563
A/N: this imagine is based on the song “Bad Timing” by Rhys Lewis. I can’t get it out of my head and I think it deserves so much better! Also the imagine takes place in 2017 before Noah filmed tatbilb. I also made his place look like a loft, because in his ig stories it just looks like one big room. If I’m wrong correct me!
Also, there is a keep reading! I can’t help it if it isn’t showing on mobile... sorry folks
Masterlist - Part 2
Spring break, something all college students enjoy. They get drunk everyday, party all night, and probably get laid every night. But you weren’t one of those. You’d drive or fly (yes, definitely fly)back home, all the way from New York City to Los Angeles, not to see your family but to see Noah, your long-term boyfriend.
You met back in High School when Noah moved from Florida to LA, you two were hitting it off immediately, but your relationship got more serious when you graduated from high school and you had to leave for college. It wasn’t a problem at first but when he started on the show “The Fosters” a year later, things got worse. But you totally understood why and you supported him in what he was doing but it was hard to keep in touch every day.
To say you were exited seeing your boyfriend after three months, would be underestimated. Last time you saw him was on Christmas Eve for just a few minutes before he had to leave for auditions. You had planned a nice weekend for you and Noah. Your families would be together for Christmas Eve, so both of you could be with your parents and siblings. But Noah got a call and had to leave last second, his manager saying that this could be his break-through if he got the role.
Noah made sure to leave his present for you at your place before he left. Although, you still had your whole family and Noah’s parents plus Taylor by your side on Christmas Eve, you still felt empty without Noah. You were disappointed, that’s for sure, but you knew that it was for his career. Taylor and you made the best out of it; best of it meant getting drunk with mulled vine.
The young man left you tons of messages, saying how sorry he was and that he’d make it up to you the next time. But you knew that he would probably forget it.
So here you were, on your way to Noah’s loft with your bags packed for the next two weeks. You thanked the cab driver as he dropped you off at Noah’s, your parents just left for work and knowing Noah, he’d still be asleep when you landed at LAX.
Opening the door to Noah’s apartment with the spare key he gave you, you dropped your bag at the front door and slipped off your shoes. The place was still dark and quiet, meaning that Noah was indeed still sleeping. So you tip-toed to his bedroom and opened the door quietly, only to reveal an empty bed. You pursed your lips and turned around, searching for him in the big open living room connected to the kitchen but he wasn’t there.
A blue sticky note on the fridge caught your sight. You snatched it and read the note that was left for you, “Sorry babe, I had to leave early. Will be back tonight! I love you!”
You sighed and threw the note in the trash bin before you grabbed your bags and threw them on his bed. Grabbing your phone you opened your recent playlist on Spotify and connected your phone with the Bluetooth speaker before you played your favorite song at the moment.
You began to unpack your stuff, which wasn’t much since you had tons of your stuff at his place already. While you did so, you couldn’t help yourself and remembered the days when it was all different.
Sophomore year.
You were already four months in when your teacher announced a new student. Your head rose from your paper that you were currently working on and your eyes fell on the new student. Quite tall, skinny and a honey skin tone embellished the boy, but what really caught your breath were his eyes, those damn brown eyes. Brown eyes were your weak spot, always have been. The kid forced a smile, feeling uncomfortable in anew class.
“This is Noah, he’ll be in our English class from now on. Please make him feel welcome,” your teacher said as she looked through the class. “There’s an empty seat right there next to Y/N,” she whispered to him and pointed with her index finger in your direction. You smiled and waved at Noah, so he would know who said person is. He returned your smile and dropped his bag back when he sat down. He put the paper that your teacher gave him on his desk and searched for a pencil when you put your work on his desk. “I’m already finished and I’m pretty sure that you have no freaking clue where to start, right?”
A soft giggle left his mouth, his head still deep in his bag, looking for a pen. “You’re right,” he replied when he said back up straight with a pencil in his hand. “Found it.”
From there on, your friendship grew and so were your feelings for him.
“Come on, Y/N. Just this one time please. I know you’re not into football (as in soccer), but you promised you’d watch me play once,” Noah begged you for the hundredths time today. “Please.”
“You know I can’t say no to those puppy eyes of yours… alright, I’m coming, but you better score at least three goals for me,” you gave in and put your homework away. Noah jumped up from your bed and ran to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind, the desk chair being slightly in the way, but he didn’t care. You put your hands on his, pulling him tighter against you, while you leaned your head against his arm.
“Thank you, Y/N. Thank you, thank you, thank you. What would I do without you? I love you Y/N.”
Your heart stopped once again, just like all the times he said those three words.
“You’re the best friend I could ever ask for.”
But your heart broke to amillion pieces when he said those words right after, every time. Best friend. Nothing more.
But it wasn’t until homecoming in senior year, when you finally told Noah how you felt all those years.
“Tell me one good reason why you’re not coming. Is it because no one asked you to go with them? Is it that?” Noah asked, standing under the door frame of your room. The navy blue suit was working in his favor, the tie begging you to tie it again, but this time right. So you stood up from your bed where you sat just moments ago, your legs crossed and a book in your hands. You didn’t say a word, you just approached him and reached for his tie. His eyes were asking you tons of questions, but his shoulders relaxed when he realized that you were just going to tie his tie.
“No.”
“No, what?” Noah asked.
“I just- I just don’t feel like going, okay?” you mumbled and patted his broad chest when you were done.
“Y/N, that’s just ridiculous. You know I will save you at least one dance. Just because you got no one to go with doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t be going at all!” Noah exclaimed. “Please.”
“Even if you would change my mind, I don’t even have a dress” you said with your head hung low.
“You’re such a bad liar. I know you got plenty of dresses. You couldn’t decide for one when your brother married his big love, so you kept them both. And I know that you haven’t worn it. There’s probably still the price tag on it. I’ll get the dress, and you’ll get ready, okay?”
“Noah, no. I’m not coming. Nothing can change my mind…” you mumbled and sat back down on your queen sized bed. “Not even your puppy eyes!”
Noah dropped his bottom on the beanbag and rubbed his hands on his knees. “Then I’m staying here.”
“No, no, no! What about Linda? Or what was her name again?” you asked, letting your feet fall from down the side of your bed, your toes barely touching the carpet.
“I don’t care about her, Y/N. I care about you.”
“Then why did you ask her out and not me?” The words left your mouth too quickly for your liking. That was one thing you couldn’t get rid of. You always talked first before you could even think about it in your head.
Your eyes widened at your words and your hand flew up to cover your lips. “Fuck,” you mumbled into your hand.
“What did you just say?”
“I…,” you still mumbled but dropped your hand, “Okay, you know what? I don’t care if I am going to destroy our friendship or not but… Noah, I can’t handle seeing you with other girls in your arms. All the time, I wish it would be me. I-“
“Y/N…,” Noah interrupted your rambling. “Why haven’t you said anything?”
“I- I couldn’t, Noah. I was scared.”
“For how long?”
“For how long what?” you repeated his question, not getting what he was referring to.
“For how long have you been feeling like this?” he finally asked.
“End of sophomore year?”
“Y/N, damn it,” Noah cursed and ran a hand through his hair before he stood up and trotted around your room, muttering words and phrases to himself.
“Noah, I’m sorry okay. I’m sorry that I ruined everything with this. I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t,” he finally said clear and stopped right in front of you. “You didn’t.” And with that his hands were on your cheeks, his head leaning in, the brown eyes asking for permission which you granted with a soft smile… and with that his lips were on yours.
It all went smoothly since then. Noah asked you to be his girlfriend not long after and your relationship grew every day, that was until you left for college, it all went downhill. You tried fighting for your relationship but you felt like you were the only one doing so.
The energy you had left fighting for your relationship with Noah was long gone. It was gone the second he left you alone on Christmas eve. You just didn’t care anymore. It was like you and Noah were falling out of love. God, speaking about love, you don’t even remember the last time he made love to you.
You woke up when you heard the front door shutting and you immediately shot up from your position on the couch. Noah stumbled in, his hair sticking in all possible directions. A smell of smoke and beer filled the room. “Oh, there you are” he said and walked over to the couch, grabbing your hands while lifting you up. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, sinking into your touch but you grabbed his arms that were slung around you and peeled them off you.
“Is everything alright?”
“I don’t know,” you exclaimed, “you tell me! You knew that I was coming today, I told you long ago and you have nothing better to do than hang out with your friends, I guess, because I can smell it on you, a lot. And you don’t usually smoke unless you drank with your friends… for christ’s sake, Noah! You let me wait here all day!”
“I-I’m sorry, okay. I was working the whole week and I just wanted to spent time with my friends” he replied and dropped his hands.
“But it’s always like this, Noah. You’re heading out, as I’m coming home and I haven’t seen you in forever, I just want to spent time with you as well! But I guess I’m alone in this.”
“What do you mean alone, Y/N?”
“In this relationship! Life keeps getting between us, Noah, if you haven’t realized and it’s all too heavy to keep up anymore! I’m trying, okay? I’m trying to keep this up! I’ve been fighting for our relationship, but somehow I get the feeling that I am alone in this. So you tell me, do you still love me? Do you still enjoy spending time with me? Or am I just a burden for you?” you shouted at him with your arms up in the air.
“I do! I do Y/N and I will always love you!But-“
“But what Noah?”
“We changed, okay? This isn’t the relationship that we used to have anymore!” he raised his voice as well.
“Yeah! Guess what! We were teens when we fell in love, when we started this! We changed! We grew up! A relationship is about change but in a good way!”
“Funny that ours didn’t change in a good way” Noah said, a sarcastic chuckle leaving his lips.
Your eyes widened. You couldn’t believe what he just said, this had to be a joke. Just as your eyes, your mouth dropped, the expression on your face held so much anger. Noah knew that he said something wrong. He knew it all along and your face showed him that you couldn’t believe him. But he wasn’t sorry. He was angry, angry that you had to blame it all on his friends. Friends that he had longer in his life than you.
“I’m sorry, what?” you asked him with tears welling up in your eyes. He just shook his head, turning around to face the window. “I think you heard what I said. Some relationships change in a good way, some not and I think ours didn’t end quite well.”
“End? You are kidding me, right? All the time while I tried fighting for us, you knew all along that there was no us anymore? But now I realized, there is no fighting, there never was. God, I just we’d met each other five years later! And you know why? Because I hate the way we are being torn apart!” you cried out, tears now streaming down your face.
“Why don’t you make ten years out of that?” he snapped at you, turning around to finally face you and god, he hated it. If he just stayed like this, he wouldn’t have to see your face. Red eyes, trembling lips and wet cheeks. He promised to never hurt you, well… that’s what he said to you after your first big fight. It was nothing big, for him at least, but it broke your heart for the first time and he hated seeing you like that, so he promised you to never hurt you. Guess you shouldn’t promise something that you can keep, right?
“You’re right, you’re completely right. I wish we never would have met!”
And with that you stormed to his bedroom, grabbing your suitcase while you slammed the door. It was all for nothing. You just unpacked your stuff and now you were throwing it all back, even the stuff you had left at his place for most of the time.
You were almost done when a knock was heard, the door opened just a crack. “I’m sorry,” Noah mumbled. “I shouldn’t have said that, but I think we should talk about this, because there is some stuff going on and we cannot keep going like this, Y/N, and you know it. An-“
“Bad timing, Noah. Bad timing,” you just said and grabbed your coat, putting it on.
“What do you- what are you doing? Are you leaving?” he asked.
“I am. And this time for good, Noah.”
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Anyone in for part two?
