𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀. nate got into yet another fight at a party, this time over you. now you're tending to his wounds while he begs for a kiss, even with a busted lip.
𝗰𝘄. 600+ wc since it's just a little drabble. fluff. making-out. violence. blood. sexual harassment and innuendoes. established relationship. swearing. not many given i tried my best to make nate seem like less of a total asshole but still make him himself, he may seem a bit ooc in the slightest. definition of "wear it, i can fight", which kind of contradicts that carnival ep... yuck. details.
𝗮/𝗻 mmm... jacob elordi. first off, no i am not a nate apologist. i like the idea of nate, not his actions or mentality.... let's just get that straight. working on another jacob elordi character fic at the same time as i am writing this. excuse me if the writing is a bit messy, i had to finish up two essays that were due today; so my brain's a bit fried ༝༚༝༚
the slap on your rear brought you to a sudden halt, causing you to glance behind you. nate followed your gaze, his eyes darkening subtly as he was met with a fraternity guy who had a rather shrewd grin plastered on his face. most would interpret nate's glare as a challenge to provoke him, but the guy persisted by standing his ground.
"fuck's your problem?" nate stepped forward, his imposing height practically dwarfing the frat guy. at nate's accusing tone, heads cocked towards you. the loud, booming music faded as all attention was set on you three. mr. frat guy then stepped forward, his hands lazily stuffed in his pockets as he dared to peek at you again.
nate stifled a chuckle. "uh, uh, look at me. you think you can touch my girl and live to tell the tale?" he snagged the guy's collar, forcefully pulling him closer. collective gasps filled the air as the people around conjointly ushered back. "i'm fucking talk to you!" nate shouted, shaking the frat guy frantically.
silence filled the air as the music was abruptly cut off. spit then splattered onto nate's cheek. oh. now he was really gonna get it.
nate delivered a hard blow square in the guy’s face, sending him tumbling to the ground. nate then mounted the guy, repeatedly punching him over and over again. blood flowered the wooden floor below the two.
you watched in horror as nate beat the guy to a pulp, “nate!” you shouted, resoundingly attempting to pull nate off him. as your voice froze nate's intrusive outrage, the frat guy managed to overpower him and knock him off with a speedy slap across the face.
the guy situated on top of him, passing a punch straight to nate's nose. blood spilled from nate's nasal cavity before he managed to catch the guy’s wrist in a firm grip before he could plant another blow. he then knocked his head against the frat guy’s sending him back with a groan.
with his bloodied knuckles, he continued his onslaught of incessant strikes. a few hits in, “stop, you're gonna kill him!” you hysterically clamored. nate didn't seem to even realize the guy had fallen unconscious in his blinded rage.
“serves him right.” nate sneered, brushing the stream of blood cascading down from his nose to his lips with the back of his hand.
“ow, ow!” nate yelped, “be more gentle, will you? that shit fucking burns like hell…” he yanked away with furrowed brows.
“no, i’m not going to be more gentle. you almost just killed that guy!” you shot back, grabbing his face and tugging him back closer. you dabbed a clean cloth to his lip, letting it soak up the blood from his busted lip.
“(name), he slapped your ass. you think i’m gonna let him get away with that?” he argued, his grip tightening slightly around your waist. “...besides, that's my job!” he added with a pompous grin.
you abruptly hit him with a nearby pillow, “hey, hey! you're supposed to be helping me, not trying to beat me up too!” he said as he snatched the pillow from your grasp and set it back on his bed.
you rolled your eyes, “just… stop messing around. i need to stop your lip from bleeding or you might get an infection.” you stated solidly.
“give kiss first.” nate urged snidely, puckering his lips.
you scoffed, shaking your head disapprovingly “it'll get infected if i do that.” you murmured.
nate considered it for a moment. “no tongue, just a peck.” he coaxed.
“no.” you said abruptly.
“please.” he chimed.
“no.”
“yes.”
“no.”
“no.”
“yes. wait what?”
he managed to catch you off guard by saying no too. before you could correct yourself, he leaned in and placed a quick peck on your lips.
Summary: (Y/n) and Lee are best friends, Noah has been warned away from her. She's been through enough trauma. Lee thinks Noah is only going to make (Y/n) worse after what she went through, but Noah can’t stay away from her and (Y/n) feels drawn to him.
Enjoy.
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What was she doing?
Making a mistake was what she was doing. This felt like she was doing something incredibly wrong instead of something brave and out of her comfort zone.
(Y/n) wanted to turn back and hide behind the curtain that had shielded her for most of the night while Lee stood out front taking money in exchange for tickets. Hiding behind the curtain was safe, it meant no one could see or judge or stare at her.
People had stared at (Y/n) far too much in the past year and she hated every moment of it. And now it was happening all over again.
She wanted to be anywhere but here, stood in the centre of the stage with a blindfold turning her world black. Even with the blindfold on, (Y/n) could just imagine the amount of eyes that were currently burning into her like beams directly from the sun. They were watching her with curiosity, they were probably smirking and laughing at her already. Their eyes felt like they were creating blisters in her skin and (Y/n) had an almost undeniable urge to scratch her nails along her skin to try and calm herself down.
But most of all she could sense someone close by, someone standing right in front of her on the other side of the little table that separated them. Someone from school, someone who could be a complete stranger who was waiting to take her first kiss away from her and keep it for themselves as a reward.
Having people watching her was something that (Y/n) absolutely despised. When her dad glanced over her shoulder when she was cooking, (Y/n) would freeze and wait silently for him to disappear so she could carry on. If a teacher looked over her shoulder while she was working or writing down her essays or equations, she would hunch over her work and block it from sight, guarding it like buried treasure. (Y/n) felt like crying if anyone stared at her because she could just imagine what they were thinking of her.
They were waiting for her to break, wanting to watch her crumble into a million pieces and suffer another breakdown, just like she had done last year.
Sometimes she wanted to be invisible, she wanted to be a ghost who could glide through the world unnoticed and only have a select few people notice her when she deemed it appropriate.
But now the whole school was gathered round the booth she and Lee had come up with, watching in amazement and anticipation as she was about to have her first kiss with a total stranger- not that anyone at school knew this was going to be her first kiss.
The pounding of her heart in her chest felt excruciating and (Y/n) almost coiled forward in agony, but she knew it was just a wave of panic washing over her. All the air in her lungs had dissolved, leaving her lungs like shrivelled up balloons that felt useless and weak in her chest.
Anything would be better than this. Going home and hiding away in her room, going to the arcades with Lee, going to visit her mum's grave. Just anywhere else other than here where she was exposed and out in the open like this.
Then she felt a pair of hands.
A large, calloused pair of hands carefully and rather gently curved around the back of her trembling hands, like a guiding light or a star for shepherds to follow in the dead of night.
There was something oddly familiar about the hands that were cradling hers so firmly yet with a gentleness about them. It was as if the person wanted to help her but didn't want to be too firm or too rough or loose or cruel. The way their thumbs carressed over the back of her hands in slow soothing circles made (Y/n) wonder if this person too was unsure what to do or how to remain calm.
The motion was so calming and rhythmic and it seemed to automatically settle (Y/n)'s erratic heartbeat. By the size, feel and callousness of the hands (Y/n) guessed that it was a boy standing in front of her, which made sense since she was here at the front of the line up that was full of boys.
(Y/n) felt a subtle pull on her hands, and she quickly realised that the stranger in front of her was guiding her forwards, bringing her closer to the podium that separated them. Maybe he wanted her to hurry up so they could get this over and done with; that was fine with (Y/n).
She knew without a shadow of a doubt that this would be the only person she would kiss tonight. As soon as this was done, (Y/n) was going to flee back behind that curtain and hide away from the world. No way would she stand and do this again and again, (Y/n) wasn't as confident as the other girls who had put their names down to do this booth. Her nerves would be shot to pieces if she tried this for any longer.
Her toes scuffed against the floor and her feet tripped over thin air due to the mounting nerves and uneasiness about this unsettling situation. But she didn't fall or stumble, not when those hands that were so gently holding her were also firm and gripped tight, steadying her and keeping her on track. And those arms felt tense and strong enough to bear her stumbling weight without breaking into a sweat or a struggle.
Those hands carefully turned hers around until her palms were pressing down on the podium separating them, and again, (Y/n) felt that this stranger was somehow familiar to her.
Part of her wanted to reach out and take off her blindfold, desperate to see who was being so tentative and careful with her. The other part of her was fighting every urge within her not to reach out and grab onto those arms and scour her hands along that frame and try to gage who it was by using her senses rather than her eyes.
There was still that feeling in the back of (Y/n)'s mind that told her she was still the sole focus of everyone's attention. There was a spotlight beaming down on her, and it made her panic; the only consolation was knowing that she was sharing this spotlight with a rather sweet stranger.
She didn’t know whether to lean forward and just try to kiss him, to just test the waters and pray he wasn't some tall beanstalk who she would embarrass if she didn't find or reach his lips. Or whether to stay still as stone and wait for him to make the first move and kiss her, since he was the only one who could see what he was doing.
Noah almost felt bad.
He bought a ticket just for the sake of it; he'd refused every time Lee tried to beg him to do the booth, it had turned into a game. Now he had a ticket simply to irritate his brother and annoy the 'omg' girls who had been hinting every day for weeks that they thought he should do the booth. He was being a customer rather than a patron tonight.
Never in a million years did Noah believe that (Y/n) would emerge from the curtains and do a round on the booth. It seemed too good to be true and Noah just had to be the one to kiss her, he indulged in the selfish thoughts raging through his head and flashed the boy in front of him his best smile so he could cut in.
He felt bad. It was clear by (Y/n)'s timid movements and how she seemed to want to coil in on herself that she was nervous about doing this; she didn't want to be up here on a stage in front of people. This might be Noah's kind of scene, but it wasn't hers.
She was afraid, she was panicked like she always seemed to be nowadays and she was clearly unnerved by the fact that she didn’t know who she was going to be kissing. It made Noah feel bad because he didn’t want her to be afraid or upset like this, especially not when it was him who was about to kiss her.
But the selfish side of Noah made a hint of glee light up his stomach because in spite of (Y/n)'s nervousness, Noah wanted to kiss her. And what better excuse to do that than to be at a kissing booth with her?
He knew she'd never kissed anyone before. He was sure he wasn't supposed to know, but with Lee being her best friend, she had told him this and Noah had somehow overheard the conversation, quite by accident.
So here he was. He wanted to be her first kiss, he wanted her to kiss someone she knew and someone she- hopefully, liked. Someone who wouldn’t make her feel uncomfortable or push her or take advantage of her or turn this into a moment she wanted to forget rather than remember.
There was something about (Y/n) that drew Noah in like an anchor bound to a ship. She was the only girl he thought about kissing, the only one he wanted to be around, the one who he always had playing on his mind. Whereas all the other girls Noah had flings with, they passed the time, but they never stuck on his mind. Not in the way that (Y/n) did.
Everyone else was merely a distraction from the one person he was desperate to kiss but knew he couldn’t because he was bound by a promise he had made to his little brother.
This was different; this was the one exception to that promise.
Noah could kiss her for the first time and he could kiss her freely in front of everyone, knowing that Lee was bound to find out because this was a kissing booth. It was for charity, he didn’t plan this and it wasn’t as if people knew he was delighted that it turned out to be (Y/n) that he was going to kiss.
Wasting no more time since he could feel prickling beady eyes watching them, Noah gently cupped (Y/n)’s cheek, taking a second to glide his thumb across her lower lip before he ducked down to her height. The feeling of his lips attaching to hers was electric.
Noah could feel how he stole (Y/n)’s breath which she didn’t seem to have very much of in the first place. Her chest tightened and she almost wanted to pull back and tear herself away from him but after half a second, Noah felt her relax. He felt her body tensing before releasing, he felt her jaw loosen and her lips part ever so slightly and press more firmly against his own. He felt her hands moving to hold his arms like she needed something to ground herself to and her head leaned forward to try and get as close to him as possible.
This was something much different than any of the other many kisses that Noah had experienced before. He had imagined what it would be like to kiss (Y/n), his little brother’s most trusted best friend. But whenever he thought about it, Noah felt like he was doing something wrong.
It felt like a guilty pleasure to imagine himself kissing the girl who intrigued him so much, but here he was living out his most thought of fantasy.
Nothing could have prepared him for how it felt to kiss her.
Who was she kissing? Who was (Y/n) experiencing this moment with? Who was touching her skin so delicately it was as if he thought she was made of glass that was already starting to fracture. And yet the fire and passion that seemed to radiate through him came with a sense of passion that (Y/n) had never felt or born witness to before.
(Y/n) could have stayed in that one moment for the rest of her life and let that be her future.
She wanted to erase every bad memory that plagued her thoughts and have this one moment be her everything. Even before all the bad things happened, before she lost her mum and before this last year had taken a detour to Hell, (Y/n) was sure she had never had a moment quite like this.
She could feel every nerve and worry and spark of anxiety that were her constant companions suddenly vanish into thin air. She momentarily forgot that they were being watched my half of their peers from school. there were no pestering thoughts plaguing her mind, no worries or anxious butterflies swarming through her chest trying to steal her breath. And no knots in her stomach churning and tightening until she felt sick.
Whoever was kissing her seemed to be putting a drug into her system, one that (Y/n) was in dire need of and that she wanted to become addicted to.
The moment the kiss ended, (Y/n) wanted to rewind time and replay that moment again and again to see if it would feel any better the more she played it out. Because right now she couldn’t think of anything that would top this feeling.
She could barely breathe, but this wasn’t the breathlessness that (Y/n) was used to. She didn’t feel the panic that came with not being able to find her breath, she didn’t feel scared or like her lungs were screaming for air. It felt like she was full of helium and was about to float away into the clouds if those hands weren’t still cupping her face and holding her arm so tenderly.
The hand on her arm suddenly moved up her shoulder before reaching her face and for a brief moment, (Y/n) wondered if he was going to lean in and steal another kiss from her. She wouldn’t mind if he did because he just made her first kiss the most memorable and most precious moment of her life and right now she needed a moment like that to lift her spirits.
But his hand didn’t cup her face to take another kiss from her lips, instead his fingers moved to the elastic band around her head that held the blindfold in place over her eyes. Protecting her mind from panicking about who she was kissing and who she would see once her world was no longer shrouded in darkness. When the stranger very gently and cautiously removed the mask from her eyes, (Y/n) felt a spark of fear striking her heart that simultaneously jumped up into her throat.
"Hey you," Noah's voice was soft but it was his smile that caught (Y/n)'s attention and made her knees quiver and press forward into the podium to keep herself standing.
He was grinning at her. He was looking at her like that was something he'd wanted to do all his life. Did he know what he'd just done? Did Noah know the chaos that he had just caused? Or the delight he had just ignited within (Y/n)'s heart?
"Noah."
He bowed his head as if to hide the smile that spread across his features, but (Y/n) caught it and she saw how he sank his teeth down into his lower lip. An old habit he had just like how he was always chewing gum, but the vampire-ish look of him biting his lip just made him look even more inviting.
And bowing his head down caused his hair to fan around his face like it was forming a shield to hide his blush from her. (Y/n) didn't know that Noah Flynn could blush.
"Yep, it's me. Are you surprised?"
All (Y/n) could do was nod, no other word except for his name would pass from her lips like a prayer. She had always wanted her first kiss to be special and with someone she either loved or really admired. It was something she wanted to be meaningful and something that she could take comfort in and not look back on in awkwardness.
When she was younger she always wanted to kiss Noah, she wanted to know what it felt like because so many girls had had the pleasure of touching his lips- and indeed every other part of him.
Whereas (Y/n) had the pleasure of actually knowing Noah better than simply what it felt like to share his bed.
She knew what made him laugh, what movies he enjoyed, his favourite foods, the jokes that he would pull and how he loved finding new jokes to tell his family. (Y/n) knew what it was like to be so close to Noah, which was probably where her crush had stemmed from.
With their families being so close, (Y/n) always had to gain control over her crush, she had to push it down and try and ignore it. Things would get awkward if her crush turned into something more, no matter how happy it would make her.
This moment seemed unreal. Her first kiss was with her crush who she had known her entire life, someone she would have to face seeing almost every day and live down the embarrassment this moment would now cause.
Her first kiss was with Noah, and despite everything that told her how bad this could make things, (Y/n) couldn't have been happier.
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"You kissed her!" The anger and pain that were fuelling Lee’s words were unmistakable, especially to someone who had known Lee all of his life and had bore witness to his temper tantrums growing up. But the way that Lee looked at Noah made him both infuriated yet sorrowful, like he had truly cut into his brother when he never meant to hurt him.
And the way that Lee was talking about what happened was as if Noah had hustled in and kissed his brother's girlfriend. That wasn't the case, (Y/n) was Lee's best friend, she was sort of like a twin to him- although it was a good job that Noah didn't see her in that light or this really would have been a problem.
News travelled fast around here, and Noah wondered who had been the one to let slip to Lee that Noah had kissed (Y/n) at the booth. It had barely been an hour since it happened and already Lee had cornered his brother to start a row with him over this.
It wasn’t as if Noah had planned to kiss (Y/n), he didn’t think she would be the one who would come out behind the curtain, he thought it would have been one of the OMG girls that appeared before him. It wasn't until he got in the queue that he saw (Y/n) stumbling out wearing that blindfold, and Noah just knew that he had to be the first (and hopefully the only) one to kiss her.
He couldn't help himself, and it wasn't as if Noah could have turned around and left. How cruel would that have been to (Y/n) if he walked away? No one else there would have known that he would have been turning her down out of loyalty and respect for his brother, they would have thought he was being cruel and conniving. Noah couldn't do that to (Y/n).
He had bought a ticket to kiss someone and (Y/n) just happened to be the one to kiss him. Noah didn’t pre-plan this at all and Lee couldn’t treat him as if he had.
"How was I supposed to know that (Y/n) would come out on stage? What would you have me do, walk away and leave her there in front of everyone?"
Noah held his hands out at his sides to emphasise his point as his large shoulders shrugged and tensed upwards. No matter what Lee thought of him, Noah wasn’t heartless and he would never hurt or embarrass someone like that, especially not (Y/n). She was like family, she was someone Noah respected and he wouldn’t do that. He could joke around with her, play the odd prank or name call with her but he could never show her up like that.
"But you still kissed her, Noah! You can’t do that again, you promised me you wouldn’t go near her-"
"Jesus Lee, what is it with you and (Y/n)? It’s not like you have a claim to her or as if you even like her like that because you don’t. I had a ticket, so I kissed her I’m not making a move on her."
The words tasted sour in Noah's mouth and he gritted his teeth, trying to top his upper lip from curling because he knew he was about to tell his brother a lie. If given even half a chance, Noah knew he would take that chance again and kiss (Y/n). He wouldn't waste that opportunity and he would risk lying to his brother about it if he had to.
The way that Noah rolled his eyes caused Lee's hands to instinctively curl up into fists, making his short nails dig uncomfortably into the palms of his hands.
He knew he had no claim to (Y/n) whatsoever and he didn’t want to be that person that tried to control someone else, but he wanted to protect her. Lee loved (Y/n) as a sister, she was his best friend and he would do anything for her and that meant making sure Noah wouldn’t break her. Noah didn’t use people but he did play around with girls and he couldn't do that to (Y/n), she was too special. She was one of them, part of their family, their world and Noah couldn't toy with her heart and risk breaking it.
This was his best friend and Lee couldn’t afford to let anything happen to her, especially not when it would be his brother who would be the one hurting her.
"(Y/n) is fragile Noah… you’re not good with fragile people." Lee said it so matter-of-factly that Noah actually growled in retaliation.
That was a low blow, even for Lee. Since when had Noah ever done anything bad to someone in need? When had he ever treated someone badly or laughed at them or messed them around when they needed to be treated carefully?
"What the Hell does that mean? I would never hurt (Y/n)-"
"You don’t do relationships, you have flings and one night stands and that's fine, but you can’t do that to her. She’s not well and she’s special to me, I have to protect her. You promised me you wouldn’t go near (Y/n) and you can’t break that promise."
Lee wanted to stomp his foot down on the ground like he used to do when he was a child in a fight with Noah that wasn’t going the way he wanted it to. He wanted to bash his hands into his brother's chest and try to push him back, despite Noah being the sturdy-built boulder that he was.
He wanted to scream and shout and swear to make his point clear and make sure that Noah knew this wasn't a negotiation he could wrangle out of. This was an open and shut case, Noah had to listen to Lee for once in his life and that was the end of it.
(Y/n) was like Lee’s twin sister, they grew up together, they knew one another inside out and back to front. Lee couldn’t have anything happen to her and he looked out for her just like he knew she looked out for him. After everything that had happened, Lee felt like (Y/n) needed protecting for once and he was going to make sure that he did just that.
He and Noah had a deal of sorts, when they were younger and (Y/n) used to come round they had rules. Noah couldn’t try and join in their games and get involved and he couldn’t try and steal (Y/n) away from Lee. She was the one thing that Lee had which he didn’t have to share with his brother or that wasn’t overshadowed by his big brother who got everything he wanted all his life. Noah respected this wish because it was the only thing that Lee had ever asked of him.
Now they were growing up, the rule had changed a little, Noah couldn’t get close to (Y/n) and he couldn’t try and make a move on her at all. That rule was getting harder and harder for Noah to follow because as much as he tried to keep his distance, he found himself drawn to (Y/n) and he was close to her, despite how hard Lee tried to prevent it.
Was it really fair of Lee to ask Noah to keep a distance and ignore his feelings for (Y/n) simply because it was easier for Lee and what he wanted?
Lee still didn’t want his brother to try and steal (Y/n) away from him, but at the same time (Y/n) was fragile and he didn’t want Noah to hurt her in any shape or form. In Lee's mind it didn't matter if Noah never intended to hurt her, he presumed that Noah would and that was enough for him to try and keep his brother at arm's length from (Y/n). She couldn't get hurt.
But Lee's words caused a fire to spark within Noah's chest and rage throughout his system like his heart had caught fire. A dangerous glint twinkled within his eye and his head tilted to one side as he narrowed his eyes down at his brother.
"What do you mean she’s not well?" Caution flooded Noah's voice as he stooped forward so that he was at his brother's level and it caused an ache to spread through his spine.
He didn't like the sound of that.
Part of Noah could understand where Lee was coming from, but he couldn't believe that Lee thought Noah was so cruel and heartless that he would think of stringing (Y/n) along or that he would actually hurt her. She was far too important to their family for Noah to do that.
And that wasn't who Noah was. Maybe he did have a lot of different relationships and flings with other girls, but that didn't make Noah who he was; there was so much more to him, so much more depth than his brother or anyone else seemed to realise.
Noah also knew that Lee felt threatened. He feared whenever Noah talked to (Y/n) that his brother was going to hustle in and take away his favourite toy from him just to tease him, but that wasn't Noah's intention at all.
But he didn't understand what Lee meant by saying that (Y/n) wasn't well.
Noah knew more than what anyone else at school did. Their families were close, they were like one big family because their mums had been like sisters, so family secrets were known and shared between them which the rest of the school would never find out.
Noah knew that (Y/n)’s mother passed away when she was thirteen, and then her older brother passed away last year.
Her brother Andrew had been a year older than Noah, he had been about to graduate from school when he died. But where Lee and (Y/n) had been as close as siblings, Noah had always been wary and irritated by Andrew, the two of them never got along.
Everyone at school knew how Andrew died, it had been rather hot gossip when they found out someone at school had committed suicide. Noah had done his best to shut people up, he threatened them, started fights with them and scared them into being silent because he didn't want them to start talking about something they knew nothing about.
But Lee and Noah were the only people in the whole school to know that (Y/n) had been the one who found her brother when he died. They knew she went to therapy for that and they knew it affected her very badly, everyone else was simply under the impression that Andrew's death had hit (Y/n) hard.
But Noah didn’t know if Lee was referring to that or to something else entirely because he knew (Y/n) had been getting back on track lately. She was determined to get her life back on track and hold her head up high, she didn't want to be pitied or stared at when they were at school. Noah respected her for that, he wasn't sure he could be that brave if he were in her shoes.
So why was she unwell?
When he didn't receive an answer, Noah took a step forward. "Lee, what’s wrong with (Y/n)?"
A dangerous look seemed to pool in Noah’s electric blue eyes that were darker than Lee had ever seen them. He wanted to know what Lee knew because it seemed important and he wanted to know if something serious was wrong with (Y/n) because he cared. Noah couldn’t tell his brother just how much he cared for (Y/n), but he could pretend it was in a brotherly sense.
With a deep breath Lee turned his head to the left and glanced around at the carnival that was slowly beginning to dwindle down as the night went on. People were going home and becoming scarce which left very little for Lee to focus his sights on.
He knew it was something that (Y/n) didn’t want the whole world to know, but he wondered if she wouldn’t mind Noah knowing this secret. He knew about Andrew, he knew about the little secrets and family problems she'd had over the years because their families had always been close. They were mingled into one big, blended family. It wouldn’t necessarily be wrong for Lee to tell Noah as long as Noah didn't tell anyone else. And he was pretty sure his brother was going to drag it out of him eventually anyway.
"She’s not eating, her dad’s getting pretty worried. I’ve taken her out to the arcades and tried to get her to eat but she won’t. If her dad thinks she’s getting depressed again he’ll think she’s going to harm herself and send her to therapy."
When (Y/n) lost her mother when she was thirteen, she took it hard but losing Andrew had hit her in a whole different way and both brothers knew it.
Andrew died almost a year ago and everyone had seen how quickly (Y/n) deteriorated, within a month she became depressed and she harmed herself only once, but it was enough for her dad to send her to therapy. He had lost his wife and then his son, he couldn’t lose his daughter too, he had very little family left, (Y/n) was all he had and he would be damned if he let anything happen to her.
Everyone had tried to get (Y/n) back on track and help her through this and she was slowly picking herself back up and piecing her life together. But Lee had started to notice her not eating properly.
She wasn’t hungry, she didn’t have an appetite and when Lee took her to the arcades she didn’t eat many chips or even want their usual ice cream. Lee couldn’t have her falling behind or dropping out or making herself ill, he had to help (Y/n) to keep pushing forward and he didn’t want Noah pushing back her progress by getting in her head or hurting her.
Noah could feel his hands clenching into fists at his sides but he quickly uncurled them before his brother noticed. It wouldn't do him any good to start a fight with his little brother. But he couldn't help the rage that was flowing through him.
Lee seriously thought Noah was going to damage her, that he didn't care about her half as much as Lee seemed to. He didn't know how deeply Noah's affection for (Y/n) ran through his veins, it was a part of him and something he couldn't control. Something that was amplifying with every passing day.
All he wanted to do was help (Y/n) in any way he could, he cared about her, he wanted to show her that affection he felt for her and be with her and be that person who could love her.
His own eyes scanned around the carnival as if he thought (Y/n) was about to appear out of nowhere, and when he looked back down at his brother, he let his shoulders relax and loosened his stance a little.
"Lee… I’m not gonna hurt her I promise, I would never hurt (Y/n) you have my word."
"Thank you."
Noah would never hurt (Y/n), he wasn’t that kind of person and he cared for her far too much to do that.
But he wasn’t saying that he wouldn’t kiss (Y/n) again. Kissing her wouldn’t hurt her because he didn’t want to string her along or toy with her or have a fling with her because she was different. (Y/n) never flung herself at Noah’s feet, she joked with him and teased him and she was shy and innocent and quiet but there was also a sly, cheeky side to her. She was different and intriguing to Noah and if he got the chance to kiss her like that again he wouldn’t turn it down for Lee.
He wouldn’t turn down that chance for anyone; he just hoped that (Y/n) felt the same way.
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"It's getting too dangerous, I have to pull over."
Pulling over felt like Noah was turning down a path where there was no going back from. He felt as if he was on the verge of doing something awfully risky.
At least when he had been riding his motorcycle, he had (Y/n) sitting behind him and he was on the straight and narrow path of taking her home. It was the least he could do, he couldn't just go home and leave (Y/n) to make her own way home from the carnival.
But now, as he held his leather jacket over (Y/n)'s smaller frame to shield her from the torrential downpour, Noah had a nagging feeling in his gut that something was going to change. It wasn't very often that Noah found himself in (Y/n)'s company without anyone else around. He never got her alone, all to himself.
His broad shoulders hunched up near his ears and his hair began to stick to his forehead and glue around his ears as he followed (Y/n) down the garden path that had turned into a stream. Noah was pretty sure he had been here before, and when he saw that (Y/n) was aiming for the gazebo in the centre of the public garden, he knew he recognised this place.
It was a good place to hide out from the rain and wait until it lessened and it was safe to continue driving home.
As soon as they were under shelter, Noah gently draped his sodden jacket around (Y/n)'s shoulders, trying in vain to keep her a bit warmer. He shook his head to try and rid the excess water that was gathering in his hair and he held his breath until the trembles radiating through his system finally started to wear off now that they were out of the rain.
His eyes immediately followed (Y/n), curious as to what she was doing when she stepped towards the open door. Noah thought for a moment that she was going to risk going back out in this storm, although he wasn't sure why. But she didn't.
(Y/n) sank down just before the threshold, crossing her legs and curving her arms around her chest. She pulled Noah's jacket a bit tighter around her frame, unable to refrain from smiling at how large it felt on her and seemed more like a blanket than a jacket. And it held his smell. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips and nose against the collar, breathing in the scent of Noah and fresh summer rain.
She realised as she sat there that it had been more than a year since she'd last been in Noah's company without anyone else around. Usually it would only be for a minute if she was at his house waiting for Lee or they were passing company at school.
Being somewhere secluded like this with no one around to interrupt them was a novelty.
Excitement and adrenaline battled in her stomach when she felt Noah hovering close behind her, like he wasn't sure what she was doing or whether he should join her or not.
It was strange to sense Noah being so cautious, it wasn't usually in his nature and he was the one person that (Y/n) could rely on to not treat her like he thought she was damaged goods or on the verge of a breakdown. Sure, Noah would ask her if she was alright, he would give her those serene looks that showed he was trying to check on her, but he still treated her like she was (Y/n), not the girl who'd lost her brother last year.
Her adrenaline doubled within her when she felt Noah kneeling behind her, close enough that his knees were practically touching her skin and when she felt his deep breaths fanning against the back of her neck, (Y/n) shivered.
She couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips when Noah silently curved his hands over her shoulders and gave a little squeeze. He began to smooth his thumbs over her shoulders like he was wiping away the droplets of rain collecting on his leather jacket she was clinging so tightly to. It was the same way he'd held her hands earlier tonight in the kissing booth when he tried to calm her nerves.
Other than earlier in the evening when he'd kissed her, (Y/n) wasn't sure she'd ever been this close to Noah except for one or two childish games as a little kid. And (Y/n) had certainly never felt Noah breathing down the back of her neck, close enough that he could be mistaken for kissing her skin.
"Why do you like the rain so much?" Noah's voice was no more than a murmur, but his words made (Y/n) grin.
He remembered that she likes the rain. From a young age (Y/n) had always found it fascinating when it rained. How the clouds could hold so much for so long and then release it all at once and go about their day again. She loved how it was a necessity, something beautiful and magical and something they couldn't live without, despite how many people seemed to hate the rain. (Y/n) thought it was lovely.
"It's like the heavens are weeping." She spoke with a little shrug that made Noah's hands lift.
"I like that," He hummed softly, his voice a lot more mellow than his usual gritty tone.
He thought that sounded lovely. As if the heavens understood what toll they imposed on people when they took loved ones away. Or if those loved ones couldn't find their way back or couldn't bear to be parted from this world.
Noah's hands remained on (Y/n)'s shoulders as he leaned in closer until his chin was hovering over the top of (Y/n)'s head due to their height difference. He tried to look out at the pelting rain, he tried to see it the way (Y/n) did and listen to the sound it made as it soaked into the grass and hit the stone pathways.
With how much rain that was coming down, Noah could just imagine it creating a flood, a stream that would take them away. That thought didn't sound too bad.
"It's like, like they're looking down on you, the ones we lose." He couldn't see the stars for the clouds, but Noah could imagine them shining a little brighter. He might not be fascinated with the rain in the same way (Y/n) was, but the stars were something he could truly admire. The stars, and the girl sat in front of him.
"I don't want him looking down on me."
(Y/n)'s response was so sharp that it felt like it had cut through Noah's hands that tightened around her shoulders out of instinct.
His features contorted into a frown as he watched her turn her head to one side like she was now ashamed to stare out at the rain. She looked torn between wanting to hide and wanting to look up at him. For a moment, Noah couldn't gather what she meant by that, until he realised the only two people she would think were looking down on her were her mum and brother.
"Why?" He didn't want to pry and if she told him to shut up then he would clamp his lips shut and not utter another word for the duration of the night. But he was intrigued.
He watched (Y/n) raise her head agonisingly slowly until she was staring up at him. Droplets of rain were clinging to her skin, beads rolling down the bridge of her nose and dripping from her lashes. The raindrops settled so perfectly on her lips were the ones Noah was most interested in, but he pushed that interest to one side when he saw the look in her eyes.
It wasn't so much sorrow like Noah was expecting, it was more like pain, torment. Anguish.
He couldn't help himself; before his self-control kicked in, Noah reached one hand up from her shoulder to brush a lock of hair back behind her ear. His touch lingered on her skin, fingertips tracing down the curve of her neck as he leaned in closer like he expected her to whisper a frightful secret to him.
"He haunts me enough," She mumbled, unable to lift her eyes and keep them in contact with Noah. "I don't want to imagine he's still here."
A rather tender uttering of "I'm sorry," left Noah's lips, although confusion blazed within his eyes. Usually when people lost a loved one, they were desperate to think that they were still here in some sense or essence. They wanted to imagine that a fallen feather or a wave of familiarity or a dream meant that their loved ones were still here, still by their side and watching over them.
But (Y/n) didn't want that. Her memories were full of her brother's ghost, he haunted her mind like a bad omen. (Y/n) didn't want to think he could still haunt her now, that he could still see her.
There wasn't anything else that Noah could say to that, not without coming across as rude or uncaring, which he desperately didn't want to be.
Where Lee and (Y/n) were the same age and in the same classes in school, Noah had been the same with Andrew; and they just couldn't get along. There was something about Andrew that used to irritate Noah, the way he was always giving people the cold shoulder, how uncaring he could be at times. How he closed himself off from everyone like his self-preservation was worth more than anyone else's happiness.
Noah had always steered clear of Andrew because their families were close, and fighting with him or causing rifts would do no one any good. But he thought that (Y/n) had been somewhat close to her brother, which was why Noah would ever say a bad word about him when he was around her.
Noah was also privy to the fact that (Y/n)'s dad had wanted to send Andrew to therapy, but Andre refused point blank. He wouldn't even give it a try, not like Noah used to.
The sound of the rain seemed to hum in the background and go along with the thudding of (Y/n)'s heart when she carefully turned around until she was looking at Noah. She was knelt in front of him, their knees nudging and imbedding together while she felt her sodden shoes soaking against her leggings and turning them damp.
She waited cautiously, anxiously, watching every rise and fall of Noah's breath like it was a spectacle she couldn't look away from. And she found herself unable to take in a proper breath of her own when Noah's hands crept around to cup her neck. His fingers toyed at the line of her jaw, tracing along the prominent edge like it was a ruler he was using for accuracy.
But when he dared to stretch his hand up and his thumb dragged along her lower lip, the last strand of reservation faded from existence.
Her hands dropped from where they had been clutching Noah's jacket around her frame and she grasped his face a bit hazardly, fingers pressing indents into his cheeks as she pushed up on her aching knees and smashed her lips against his.
It was nothing like their earlier kiss. It wasn't slow or calculated or precise or tender and quick.
This was heated, desperate, yearning. Their teeth clashed when Noah parted his lips, emitting a gasp into her mouth that (Y/n) took with reverence. She would take any kind of elicited response that she could get because she was taking a risk.
Lee wouldn't like this. Their families probably wouldn't like them being this close, this intimate. But in this moment, (Y/n) couldn't find the will to care. She wanted to kiss Noah, she wanted to be with him and if he wanted her too, then nothing else would matter.
Noah's touch seemed to ignite and (Y/n) could tell he was fighting every nerve within him and using his will power to restrain himself. He was trying not to dig his nails into her skin or grip her neck too tightly or yank her towards him and accidentally hurt her.
His restraint was touching, and (Y/n) pushed up even more until it felt like her knees were going to crack and pop, but it let her mesh her chest up against Noah's. It allowed her to lean into him until Noah was tilting backwards, almost slipping and risking lying on the concrete floor.
"I really shouldn't- shouldn't do this." He uttered each word against her mouth, punctuating them with little gasps and stranded gulps of air because he couldn't seem to tear his lips away from her.
(Y/n)'s touch was intoxicating and there was nothing Noah wanted more than to be sat here kissing her like the world was about to end.
But he'd made a promise to Lee; he'd pretended to agree when Lee tried to ward him away from (Y/n). He promised he wouldn't hurt (Y/n) and that was something Noah was never going to break.
No where in Noah's promise did he tell his brother that he wouldn't kiss (Y/n) again. He didn't say he would stay clear of her, that he wouldn't pursue something with her if it was what she wanted. So technically Noah wouldn't be breaking any promises, only the rules he and his brother had created over the years to keep the peace between them.
He almost moaned when (Y/n) reluctantly pulled her lips away from his. She took deep ragged breaths through those blushing, swelling lips that were inviting Noah back with just a look. And he could see her pupils dilating as she stared at him like she was trying to figure something out.
"Then stop." She breathed through the words, giving Noah the chance to back away, to let go and step back and erase this moment from history.
A coil snapped within Noah and he shook his head as one hand removed from (Y/n)'s neck in favour of binding his arm around her waist. Caging her in against him, just in case she even thought about letting him go. This was exactly where he wanted to be, and there was nothing else he would rather do in this world than kiss her.
"Innocence in the Storm" - Noah Flynn x Shy Reader
Summary: Shy and innocent, you’ve always kept to yourself, but when Noah Flynn starts showing up in your life, his mix of cocky charm and unexpected gentleness slowly pulls you out of your shell. As you let your guard down, a deep connection begins to form, but Noah’s protective nature and your growing feelings make everything more complicated than it seems.
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The world had always felt like a series of loud noises and bright flashes of movement for you—an endless parade of people, voices, and things happening around you. You weren’t shy, exactly. You just found comfort in the quiet corners, tucked away from the chaos of the world. It wasn’t that you didn’t want connection, but the idea of letting someone in made you feel exposed in ways you weren’t ready to face.
Your safe place was your own little bubble. Or so you thought. That is, until Noah Flynn showed up.
Noah was everything you weren’t. Loud. Confident. Reckless. He was the kind of guy who walked into a room and immediately commanded attention, his rugged charm and cocky grin making it impossible for people not to notice him. It didn’t hurt that he had the bad boy reputation that only seemed to add to his allure. You had heard the rumors—Noah was a rule breaker, a guy who didn’t care about consequences, the kind of guy who’d throw a punch before he’d apologize.
But that was just the outside. The part that scared you and intrigued you all at once. What you didn’t expect was that Noah Flynn—cocky and untouchable Noah—would be drawn to you.
It started like this: you were sitting in your usual corner of the cafeteria, picking at your lunch, trying to keep to yourself. You weren’t antisocial, but you liked your space. The last thing you expected was for Noah to sit down across from you, his trademark grin flashing before he spoke.
“Hey, didn’t think I’d find you here,” he said, leaning back in his chair with that casual ease of his. His eyes, dark and playful, caught yours as if he were daring you to look away. You swallowed hard, suddenly feeling a little too exposed under his gaze.
“Oh, um…” You stammered, surprised he even knew you existed. “I just... prefer this spot.”
“Hmm, I can see why,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “Nice and quiet. I’m used to the chaos, but I respect a good corner seat.”
You couldn’t believe he was talking to you, let alone sitting with you. His presence felt overwhelming, but not in a bad way. There was something about him that made your heart race, and it wasn’t just his obvious charm. He had this cocky edge, but also this unexpected gentleness when his eyes lingered on you a little too long. You caught yourself wondering, Why me?
“Do you always sit by yourself?” he asked, his curiosity sharp. He was definitely a little too observant for comfort, but you didn’t mind it—at least not at first. He wasn’t being rude, just... well, Noah. Cocky, yet somehow endearing.
“Yeah,” you muttered, a little self-conscious. “I, uh, don’t mind the quiet.”
He raised an eyebrow, leaning in just a little. “Don’t mind the quiet, huh? I don’t know if I could do that. Guess I’ll just have to get used to hearing your voice now.”
The playful way he said it made your heart do a little flip. You weren’t used to attention, especially from someone like Noah, but there was something about him that made you feel... not so alone.
As the days passed, Noah continued to make subtle, yet consistent, appearances in your life. He started sitting with you at lunch, his teasing remarks always leaving you flustered but somehow drawn in. At first, you thought it was a joke, some kind of game to him, but the longer he stuck around, the more you began to realize it wasn’t. He wanted to be there.
Noah had a way of making you feel seen in a way that made you uncomfortable at first. The way his eyes would always linger on you, how he’d give you a half-smile whenever you said something, as if he were paying more attention to you than anyone else in the room. He was cocky, sure, but when it came to you, there was this strange gentleness that you didn’t expect from someone like him.
One afternoon, as you walked to your next class, you felt a hand on your shoulder—Noah’s hand, warm and slightly rough against your skin.
“You look like you’ve got a million things on your mind,” he said, his tone light but filled with concern. You tensed, your breath hitching as you glanced at him. Was it that obvious?
“I’m fine,” you whispered, giving him a quick, forced smile, trying to hide how nervous you were feeling.
“Yeah, you look fine,” Noah said, his voice tinged with humor. But then he paused, his smile turning softer. “But if you ever need to talk... or, I don’t know, just need someone to distract you from whatever’s going on up there”—he tapped his temple—“I’m here. Okay?”
You blinked up at him, unsure of what to make of his words. He wasn’t the type to offer comfort, not in the way you were used to. But there was something real in his eyes, something that made your heart skip a beat. “Thanks,” you whispered, unsure of how to respond. Noah Flynn, the guy who was known for breaking hearts, was being kind to you?
Noah caught your hesitation, his usual cocky smile slipping for a moment. “Hey, I know I don’t exactly seem like a guy who’s into soft stuff, but I’m not an asshole, alright?” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, looking almost vulnerable in a way you hadn’t seen before. “I just don’t want you to feel... alone.”
For the first time, his guard was down. He was still Noah—still cocky, still confident—but you could see there was a part of him that cared. And somehow, that made everything feel more complicated. You were used to keeping people at arm’s length, to not letting anyone too close. But with Noah, it was harder to do that.
As the weeks passed, your interactions with Noah became more frequent, and you found yourself looking forward to them. The more time you spent together, the more you realized Noah wasn’t just cocky and confident. He was protective—more than you’d ever imagined. And it wasn’t just the big gestures. It was the little things, like the way he made sure no one bothered you in the hallways, or how he’d walk you to your classes just to make sure you were okay.
And then there were the moments when his cockiness mixed with something softer. Like the way he’d tease you just enough to make you blush, but then offer a genuine smile when you looked like you were about to shrink away. He was gentle in his own way, but he didn’t know how to let his guard down fully. Not yet.
You were starting to let your guard down, too, piece by piece. Every touch, every lingering smile, every moment spent in his company made you feel like you could breathe a little easier, as if the world wasn’t so overwhelming when he was around.
One evening, after a late night at school, you found yourself walking out to the parking lot. It was cold, the air crisp and biting, and you were lost in your own thoughts when you heard Noah’s voice again.
“You heading home?” he asked, his tone more serious than usual. He was leaning against his car, arms crossed, his eyes scanning you in that protective way of his.
“Yeah,” you said quietly, shifting from foot to foot, suddenly aware of the way his gaze was locked on you. “I was just... thinking.”
He smirked, but there was something soft in his expression. “You think too much, you know that?”
You half-laughed, but the sound caught in your throat when Noah stepped closer to you. “I can help with that. If you want.”
And just like that, in that simple gesture, he made you feel safe. Not in the way you’d expect from someone like him. But in the way that, for the first time, you didn’t feel like you had to run. You didn’t have to hide.
“Okay,” you whispered, letting him in a little more. “Okay.”
He grinned, his usual cocky smirk making its return, but there was something deeper behind it now. Something that made you want to trust him, even if it was terrifying.
And as he reached for your hand, you didn’t pull away. You let him hold it, feeling the warmth spread through you, and for the first time in a long while, you allowed yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, Noah Flynn wasn’t as bad as everyone thought.
“Come on Y/n, Lee is waiting for us.” – Elle shouted from the bottom of the stairs. You were in your room, rushing to prepare a bag with essentials. – “Coming!” – you shouted back at her. Throwing the covers off your bed off to search for your phone. You quickly found it, rushing out of your room towards the bathroom to stuff a towel in the bag.
In the hallway you heard your sister groan loud and annoyed. – “On my way.” – you told her, ushering yourself in a hurry. Thinking you might forget about a million things. – “Y/n, come on.” – Elle whined out with impatience. Lee already coming to stand by her side. – “Ready?” – he asked as Elle gestured up the stairs. Lee blinked surprised seeing you appear above, rushing downstairs.
“Let’s go!” – you called out, hurrying through them. Lee shrugged his shoulder to Elle, following you. Lee rushed to his car to unlock it. You stashed your stuff in the back, taking a seat in the middle. Elle dropped her stuff with you as well.
“All ready?” – Lee asked coming to sit behind the wheel. – “Just drive.” – Elle groaned out, making him hit the gas. Once the car started moving, you let yourself sink down in your seat. Looking away as you had mixed feelings. Sure you glad it was breaktime. No school, just time to enjoy vacation.
Sure you liked going over to Lee’s house cause they had a pool. The only thing you had mixed feelings about was seeing Lee’s older brother Noah. Not that you despised him. It was just… you had a crush on him. You knew of your sister and Lee’s stupid rules.
One of them being his older brother was off limits. You were never sure if that applied to you as well. Besides Noah probably wouldn’t be interested in you anyways. Not when he can date much cooler girls than you.
Elle and Lee were chatting along the ride about what cool things they could do during school break. They at least mentioned the arcade five times. When they asked if you wanted to join once or twice, you politely smiled back not sure on the whole third wheeling idea. Lee drove up the driveway as your palms became sweaty.
Suddenly nervous about seeing Noah… if he was even around. Deep down, you hoped he wasn’t. You hoped he was out with some friends so you couldn’t embarrass yourself. Elle and Lee were taking the lead as you followed them inside. Greeting his mother before following them outside.
You laid your bag on the ground, taking off your shirt to sit in your swimsuit. Lee quickly disposed himself of his shirt. Jumping into the pool that created a big splash. Elle got wet as she gawked in surprise at him.
Lee emerged above water, laughing loud. He started to shake his head, water droplets flying off his hair around. Elle shrieked loud as a few hit her. – “Lee stop it, I’m not even in my swimsuit yet.” – Elle told him as she still had her clothes on. Lee moved some water closer to the edge to scare her. Elle jumped back to you. You chuckled quietly as she crawled on the laying chair with you.
Sticking her tongue out to Lee. Lee stuck his tongue back out to her. Elle took off her shirt as you slightly pushed her further away from you. Lee was entertaining himself in the pool as your sister was dismissing her shorts and shoes. – “Hurry up Elle!” – Lee called out bored. Elle shouted back at him that she would be in the pool in a moment.
You laughed loud when your sister jumped into the pool with a loud squeal. The sounds caught someone’s attention as you turned your head. Spotting Noah standing by his balcony. His gaze fixated on you. His gaze made you swallow nervously. – “Noah!” – Elle called out, waving her hand in the air.
Noah turned round with a sour expression. Elle looked at Lee with shrugged shoulders. – “Yeah he’s not coming.” – Lee told her. They then started to splash at each other again. You were searching your bag for your sunglasses. Going through them for the second time, feeling around.
Taking stuff out, you groaned softly that you weren’t finding it. – “Elle!” – you called out, lowering your bag in your lap. – “I can’t find my sunglasses.” – you told her. Elle came swimming to the edge, letting her arms rest on top of them. – “Have you searched your bag?” – she asked.
What a ridiculous question as you had been taking it inside out for the past three minutes now. – “Yes! Can I borrow yours?” – you asked her. Elle was about to point to her bag when a pair of sunglasses appeared in your sight. They were neutral, black, sturdy. Blinking surprised, you turned your head to see Noah offering you his sunglasses. – “Oh…” – you whispered out shy.
“It’s alright Noah…” – you said not wanting to take advantage of him. Noah sighed loud, grabbing your wrist to shove his sunglasses in them. – “Just take them Y/n.” – he told you. Staring at the sunglasses in his hand that were clearly his, you swallowed nervously.
“Thank you.” – you said as Noah came sitting two lying chairs next to yours. Keeping a bit of his distance. You shared a glance with your sister, hesitantly putting them up. Elle looked over her shoulder to Lee. Lee had been observant of his brother’s exchange with you.
Noah picked up a magazine, holding it up to cover up his face. Yet he kept turning his head to stare at you. Lee nudged Elle in the pool, motioning with his head to his brother’s behaviour. Seeing how despite trying to make it subtle, was obviously staring at you.
When Noah noticed that they were staring at him, he cleared his throat, staring at the magazine. You tried very hard not to stare at him. Heart beating loud in your chest, you were worried anyone might hear it. Elle came out of the pool, taking you by your hand.
Dragging you over to the pool, giving you a little shove so that you fell into it. Lee watched as his brother moved a bit forwards. Almost like he was ready to jump in himself to save you if you needed it. It made him smirk how foolish his brother was. The three of you played in the pool as Noah left once more.
For almost the entire day you staid by the pool. The weather cooling a bit down. Still sitting in your swimsuit a shiver went down your spine. Lee noticed it. – “Want a sweater of mine?” – he asked. – “If you don’t mind.” – you replied, rubbing yourself some warmth. Lee got up to head inside for a sweater.
Noah sat inside at the kitchen table. Quirking his eyebrow at his brother, clearly looking for something. – “Need anything?” – Noah asked. – “A sweater, Y/n is cold.” – Lee informed searching the sofa for a lost sweater of his. Noah got up from his chair as it made Lee stop his search.
Noah made his way outside as he came hurrying after his brother. On his way out, he took his sweater off. Handing it over to you. – “You are cold.” – he said making you look surprised and bashful up to him. Your sister nudged you to accept it.
You took his sweater, putting it on. Immediately the smell of his perfume brought a delight to you. There was something romantic about wearing his sweater. Lee came joining Elle on her lying chair, whispering something in her ear.
Elle nodded watching the two of you share shy glances. She whispered something back to Lee, making him chuckle. Elle and you staid for diner, ending the day late in the night. Lee driving the two of you back home.
A few days later, your sister bothered and ushered you to come to the arcade with her. – “Why do I have to go?” – you asked her. Elle groaned loud. – “Cause I want to enjoy a day out with my sister.” – she replied. It made you quirk your eyebrow up. – “No Lee?” – you wanted to know.
She hummed loud. – “No Lee, just us.” – she promised, shoving you out of the door. – “You know I’m not that fond of arcades.” – you reminded her as she dragged you to the car. The dance games where her and Lee’s thing, not yours. – “Just enjoy a day with me Y/n.” – Elle groaned out.
You simply accepted it, letting her drive you to the arcade. There she insisted on taking a hold of your arm. As if she feared you might take off. “Elle, I love that you want to spend time with me, but you are smothering me.” – you told her. Elle just laughed loud, pulling you into the arcade.
Machines where bleeping loud. Music blasting loud as several kids were playing games. She locked your arm tight with hers, making her way through the arcade. You noticed it too late as Lee was there with Noah as well. Noah was bickering with Lee why he was here. The moment Lee noticed Elle was here, he moved away. Making his brother turn around to see you and Elle. Lee ran over to Elle, locking her arm with her. – “Have fun!” – she called out, taking her leave with Lee.
You could strangle her. – “Looks like you were fooled too.” – Noah spoke, coming to lean against one of the games. You sighed soft. – “Appears I was.” – you replied. – “They are idiots.” – Noah responded with a goofy smile. Feeling too overwhelmed that you were left alone with him, you made the effort of leaving. Noah immediately jumped up, catching up with you in two big steps.
“Are you already leaving?” – he asked staring down at you with helpless eyes. You looked around at the flashing machines and bleeping noises. Noah noticed what you meant, taking you by your wrist. He guided you out of the arcade as it wasn’t your thing. It was too flashy and busy. Outside you took a deep breath.
“I’m sorry Lee dragged you into this.” – you told him as he was forced into this. He probably didn’t even want to be here. Probably a sick joke from your sister and Lee. Noah shrugged his shoulders. – “Sure I’ll give him a beating later, but I’m glad it’s with you Y/n.” – he answered. – “Oh is that so.” – you replied intrigued. Noah hummed loud.
You gave him a little shove. – “You are just saying that to make me feel better.” – you said. Noah grabbed your hand to prevent you from shoving him again. – “I’m not…” – he answered. It made you curl up a bashful smile. – “Come I’ll buy you something to eat.” – Noah said nudging your shoulder with his.
“Like a date?” – you blurted out. Catching you by surprise. Noah leaned closer in to you. – “Exactly.” – he responded, letting his hand slip in yours. Smiling from ear to ear, you let Noah guide you. Suddenly no longer so angry at your sister anymore for pulling a prank on you.
