Giggling as they untangled, quietly debating which One Direction boy Blue resembled the most, Zara’s hand slid from his cheek and lazily smoothed down the collar of his shirt. This was one of her favourites of his, but she always loved the way Blue dressed. Between the two of them, they didn’t have much interest following trends or falling in with what was particularly popular; they simply liked what they liked, loved what they loved, and didn’t have a care in the world for how others perceived those quirks.
“Hmmm, Niall,” Zara’s voice was low as she contemplated the soft blond, conjuring him up in her mind. After a suitable pause, she shook her head. “Nope, pretty sure Lottie hates that guy. Didn’t Hailee Steinfeld write a song about him? Lottie loves her. Thinks she’s really hot!”
As she smiled up at her best friend, the tips of her toes pressed to the ground, Zara became all too aware of all of the envious eyes on her. This was how it had always been, being best friends with Blue. She knew he was handsome — sexy, even — and that women loathed the way the two of them clung to each other, always assuming that Zara was his girlfriend. Of course, that wasn’t the case, but she wasn’t going to correct them if Blue wasn’t interested.
“You’re gonna be the best dad in the world, y’know?” she agreed, nodding absently before bringing her gaze back to his smiling face.
Zara loved kids, and she knew Blue did too. They’d discussed it so often in the past, how many kids they’d each have, how they’d grow up together just the same as the two of them had. Looking at the dazed, dreamy look on her best friends face, she couldn’t help but wonder if the time would come soon rather than later for him.
“Did you see the little girl with the Princess Leia buns? She was right in front of me, the sweetest face in the world! She looked almost like if you mixed the two of us up and made a baby!” Zara laughed, clapping delightedly at the memory of the child.
The lazy way Zara always found a way to touch Blue made him light up, her fingers tugging at his collar. It was rare not to find the two all tangled up in each other. They were always finding ways to link arms, bump hips, lips brushing lips or Blue tugging at the hem of her dress as they stumbled home together. Wherever Zara went, Blue followed, and vice versa.
“Well, I’ll never bring it up again in Lottie’s presence.” Blue giggled, trying to keep his voice sincere as he promised. Lottie had become a really good friend to Zara, and he supposed, to himself. The first time he’d met Lottie he’d been wildly jealous of her, of Zara’s obvious attraction to her, but it was hard not to become quickly enamoured by her chaos. And with Lottie, came Alex, her much gentler other half, who calmed her down but more often than not, indulged her. He liked them both a lot.
Blue’s book tucked under his armpit for safekeeping, his free hand came up to tuck a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. He beamed - “so I can see your pretty face” - his fingers brushing her cheek lightly. To an outsider, they looked like a young couple, very much in love. Inside their bubble, Blue remained painfully oblivious.
“I hope so!” Blue said, thinking of how his Mums had always told him to slow down. But Blue wanted to experience everything fast and sooner rather than later, publishing and babies and travelling the world, all at the tender age of twenty seven. He’d always thought if he wanted to live, he better start doing it now. Adding a kid or two wouldn’t slow him down, he wanted them to have adventures, too.
Blue gasped excitedly at the memory, nodding along with her, his nose practically brushing her own at the lack of distance between them.
“She sooo did! You know what? We would have really cute babies.” he smirked at the thought, imagining a little girl with Zara’s eyes, his nose. “And they’d be so stylish, just like their Mama. And we could name her like, Kenobi. Or Rainbow. Unless we have a boy. Although, Kenobi works for any gender.”
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