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respectfulrebel · 6 months ago

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Omg I almost missed that 😭

One good thing about my bad memory is that I can reread stuff as if I’m reading them for the first time and that was the case with this one loool

I know I’ve read the one-shots and loved them but I honestly couldn’t remember much except the main plot so this was a real treat 🥺🥺🥺

He always left the door ajar, just enough for you to slip inside and into the safety of his arms.

🥺🥺🥺🥺 idk that made me feel so soft inside

He made you playlists, sent you songs he wrote, ones that carried pieces of your story within the lyrics, some that he couldn't share with the fans or his band, some with a more hidden meaning. The first time you heard one, you knew without a doubt that it was about you. And when your eyes met his across a crowded room, his gaze already on you.

😭😭😭 He’s the best secret boyfriend. I love him 🥺

Every night was like this. Sneaking into his room when the world was asleep, finding solace in his arms. That was your safe place, he was your safe place, where everything felt right, where you could forget the fear of being discovered, if only for a few hours.

🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

"I just want to be able to protect you," he whispered, his hand coming up to cover yours on his cheek. "To be there for you. Without hiding."

He just wants to take care of heeeerrr 😭😭😭😭😭

I didn't want to risk anyone seeing it. So... I printed it out and kept it in my wallet instead. That way, I can have it with me, even if no one else knows."

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 Why is he so cuuuuteee 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Noah looked up at you. "I expected a "oh Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?" Not a "What the hell are you doing, Noah?'''

"Dumbass."

He’s so silly 🤭🤭🤭

"That one," he said confidently, pointing to a cluster of stars, "is the Mighty Squirrel. It represents bravery and an undying love for acorns."

Omg hahhaha I honestly don’t remember if those were in the original one-shots but I loved all of the fake constellations 🤭🤭 I don’t know how you come up with those things but your mind is brilliant 🥺❤️

"You are the cutest thing l've ever seen after my girlfriend, aren't you?" he corrected himself.

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐍𝐎 𝐊𝐎𝐈

Pairing: Brother's best friend! Noah x reader

Summary: fearing that your brother would lose it if he found out that his best friend is your boyfriend, you keep your relationship with Noah a secret.

Tw: fluff, angst, sneaking out at night, gross drunk dude.

A/n: Yes, I revisited all the drabbles and one-shots I had written with brother's best friend!noah, changed a few details, corrected some mistakes, added stuff, and adjusted tenses to create this. I hope this means I'll find the inspiration to write a second part. The individual parts will be deleted soon.

You weren’t supposed to fall for him.

Noah was off-limits, a line you were never meant to cross. He was your brother’s best friend, probably the guy he trusted more than anyone and that you both had known since we were little more than kids, when for them becoming a band that performed for more than a hundred people was just a dream.

You weren’t supposed to fall for him. But it just happened, and it was one of the easiest things you’ve ever done because he was such an easy person to love. Maybe you had always loved him, even from the very first days when you were still in high school.

From the day your brother had caught a bad cold and missed school, and you, two years younger than Noah, had asked if you could sit next to him at lunch. You had been so shy back then, afraid he’d turn you down. After all, why would he sit with you? He was your brother’s friend, not yours. You had only exchanged a few words before. But he had said yes immediately, and you ended up talking about music the whole time.

The thought of Nicholas finding out sent a wave of panic through you every time you let yourself imagine it.

You were certain he'd find it weird, then likely get upset that you hadn't mentioned it sooner. He’d probably say that if people found out the lead singer of his band was the merch girl's boyfriend — merch girl, who also happened to be the guitarist's sister—rumors would start flying and people would start talking bad about you.

You were scared he’d feel betrayed, as though you were taking away his best friend. And even worse, you were sure he’d be mad at Noah for getting with his little sister, the one he’d always wanted to protect since you were kids.

It was as if the fact that you and Noah were together could ruin your little family, the one you had created years ago.

And yet, none of that stopped you from sneaking down the hall each night, heart pounding as you tiptoed past closed doors, barely breathing until you reached Noah’s room. He always left the door ajar, just enough for you to slip inside and into the safety of his arms.

The nights were yours.

You traced the outlines of his tattoos, memorized the constellation of freckles across his skin. His breath tickled your ear when he whispered your name, his hands warm as they pulled you closer, as if he feared you might disappear if he let go. You ways fell asleep to the steady beat of his heart, wrapped in his warmth, in a love you could never acknowledge outside the four walls of his room.

But the mornings hurt.

Every sunrise meant slipping away before anyone could see, carefully lifting Noah’s arm from around your waist, ignoring the way he stirred at the loss of your warmth.

By day, you were just your brother’s little sister and helper of the band in terms of merch and tour organization. You sat through movie nights with the guys, careful to keep your distance even when Noah’s fingers found yours in the dark, squeezing once before reluctantly letting go. His shirts hung in your closet, worn only in the privacy of your room or during those stolen nights when they smelled like him.

He made you playlists, sent you songs he wrote, ones that carried pieces of your story within the lyrics, some that he couldn’t share with the fans or his band, some with a more hidden meaning. The first time you heard one, you knew without a doubt that it was about you. And when your eyes met his across a crowded room, his gaze already on you.

Sometimes, the guys joked about who Noah was texting, trying to snatch his phone like teenagers, and he would only laugh, shaking his head as if they were ridiculous. They had no idea the messages lighting up his screen were from you, sitting just a few feet away. They didn’t know you were the reason for the stupid grin on his face, the one he couldn’t quite hide.

You weren’t supposed to fall for him.

But you did.

Every night you went to his room, the house was quiet, save for the occasional creak of the wooden floorboards beneath your feet. You held your breath with each step, your heart pounding in your chest like a drumbeat in a silent room. The hallways of the shared house were dim, moonlight filtering through the thin curtains, casting eerie shadows that danced with every soft gust of wind.

You paused just outside Noah’s door, the faint sliver of light spilling from the slight opening he always left for you. The door was always ajar, just enough for you to slip in without a sound. You pressed your palm against the wood and pushed it open, just a fraction more, enough to let you in. Inside, Noah was already lying on his bed, propped up against the headboard with his phone in his hands.

His long hair was a bit messy and he was wearing a big t-shit with a naruto character on it. There was something so inherently comforting about seeing him like this, so relaxed and at ease. That was the version of him you loved the most.

It wasn't that you didn't love seeing him on stage, under the spotlight, singing and screaming in front of the crowd while you took care of the merch stand, but what you saw now was the real Noah.

The Noah that the fans didn't see, the one that was just for you, the Noah you loved.

He looked up at the sound of the door, a soft smile but sleepy spreading across his face when he saw you. His eyes seemed to light up, a look of pure affection crossing his features. He put the phone aside, not caring about where its place was, and held out his hand to you.

"Hey,” you whispered, closing the door behind you with a careful hand. You took a few steps toward him, your heart racing even faster now, but for a different reason, you missed him more every day you couldn't spend with him.

"Hey,” Noah whispered back, his voice low and husky, carrying all the warmth you had come to cherish. His hand found yours, pulling you closer, until you were crawling into the bed beside him. He immediately wrapped his arm around you, drawing you into his chest. You could feel the steady beat of his heart against your ear, soothing and familiar.

He didn’t say anything, just leaned in slowly, giving you enough time to pull away if you wanted to. But you didn’t. You leaned in, closing the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a tender kiss.

His lips were soft and warm against yours, moving slowly, as if savoring every second of contact. The kiss deepened, a sweet yet desperate need to feel closer to him, to make up for the moments spent apart. His hand came up to cradle your cheek, his thumb brushing gently against your skin.

You could feel the warmth of his breath against your face, the steady beat of his heart as his lips moved against yours. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, not wanting to let go. You could taste the lingering hint of the coffee he must have had earlier, and it made you smile against his lips.

Noah’s hand slid down to your waist, anchoring you to him, his grip firm yet gentle. When you finally pulled away, breathless and a little dizzy, you rested your forehead against his, your noses brushing, a few strands of his long brown hair tickling your neck. The room was only filled with the soft sound of your breathing.

“I missed you,” Noah whispered, his voice barely more than a breath, his lips still so close that they brushed against yours as he spoke.

“I missed you too,” you murmured back, your hand gently caressing the back of his neck. He smiled softly, a smile meant only for you, and pressed a light, lingering kiss to your forehead. You could feel the love in his touch, in the way his lips lingered against your skin, as if trying to make the moment last forever.

“How was your day?” he asked softly, his breath warm against your hair.

“Good,” you murmured. “Better now.”

You looked up at him, and he was gazing down at you with such intensity that it made your breath catch. His hand moved to your cheek, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes. His touch was always gentle, always tender.

“Wish we didn’t have to hide,” he said quietly, a hint of sadness in his voice. It was a sentiment he had expressed before, and one you felt just as strongly. You opened your eyes to meet his, the brown of his irises soft in the dim light.

“I know. But we have to."

He sighed, pulling you closer, his lips brushing the top of your head once again.

“I know,” he echoed, and you could feel the weight of his words, the heaviness that matched your own. You traced your fingers over his arm, feeling the smooth lines of his tattoos beneath your fingertips. You had memorized each one by now, the ink a familiar landscape that you found yourself returning to time and time again.

You knew every detail, every curve, every line. The two of you lay there in silence for a while, the quiet of the room filled only with the sounds of your breathing. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek, the steady rhythm lulling you into a sense of peace.

But all too soon, after you fell asleep in his arms and spent the night there, the first light of dawn began to creep in through the window, and you knew it was time. Your heart ached as you gently lifted his arm from around your waist, moving slowly so as not to wake him. Just as you were about to slip out of bed, a soft whisper broke the silence.

“Don’t go.” You froze, your heart clenching at the plea in his voice. You turned back to look at him, his eyes still closed, but his brow furrowed as if he was dreaming. You moved a stand of hair out of his beautiful, sleepy face, then you leaned down, brushing your lips softly against his and leaving a little kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“I have to,” you whispered back, your voice barely audible. You wished you didn’t. You wished you could stay here, wrapped in his arms forever, but you knew the reality of your situation. You couldn’t risk it, not yet. Maybe one day.

You slipped out of the room as quietly as you had come, the door clicking softly behind you. The hallway was still and silent, the house still asleep.

You made your way back to your room, your steps slow, reluctant. Each step away from him felt like a weight in your chest, a distance you hated to put between you. Back in your room, you leaned against the door, closing your eyes.

The scent of his cologne lingered on your clothes, a comforting reminder of the moments you shared. You held onto that, as you climbed back into your bed, pulling the covers up around you.

Despite the fact that both of you suffered from keeping your relationship a secret, it was probably Noah who struggled the most. The weight of it pressed down on him every time he had to pretend there was nothing between you, every time he had to stop himself from reaching for you in front of others. The worst part was moments like this—when he wanted nothing more than to declare to the world that you were his, to make it clear that no one else had the right to even think about being with you. But he couldn’t.

Instead, he had to bite his tongue and watch from the sidelines, forcing himself to act indifferent when every fiber of his being burned with the need to protect what was his.

Noah wasn’t one for parties. He never had been. The loud music, the drunken conversations, the meaningless socializing—it all felt exhausting. He wasn’t even sure why he had come tonight. Maybe because Nicholas had insisted. Maybe because the whole band was there. Or maybe, and most likely, because of you. You were the only reason he was here, the only thing that made enduring nights like this worth it.

Even if he couldn’t be by your side the way he wanted to, even if he had to admire you from across the room instead of holding you close, it was enough just to be near you.

His eyes found you easily, like they always did. The outfit you had chosen hugged you perfectly, and even from a distance, you took his breath away. He knew he wasn’t the only one who had noticed. That thought alone made his jaw clench, his fingers tightening around the drink he didn’t even want. He hated the idea of other men looking at you the way only he should be allowed to.

The party was in full swing, the room buzzing with laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses. The dim lights and thumping bass created a haze that made it easy to lose yourself in the crowd.

You had been keeping an eye on Noah from across the room. He was chatting with Jolly and your brother, his smile coming and going as he listened to whatever story they were telling. Spending too much time alone with him at the party would be suspicious, you had decided before going.

You were near the bar, sipping your drink, when a guy who was clearly a little too drunk stumbled up to you. His walk was wobbly, his grin sloppy and overconfident.

“Hey there,” he slurred, leaning in too close, invading your personal space with a breath that reeked of alcohol. “Haven’t seen you around here before. You got a name, or can I just call you beautiful?”

You tried to laugh it off, taking a step back to create some distance, but he followed, closing the gap again, his expression turning from playful to something more insistent. You glanced around the room, hoping to catch someone’s eye, but everyone seemed lost in their own conversations.

“Come on, don’t be shy,” he persisted, his tone dropping to something more suggestive. “Let me buy you a drink or…something.”

Before you could muster a response, you saw Noah weaving through the crowd, his face set in a tense, protective scowl. Nicholas was right behind him, his brows furrowed as he noticed the guy cornering you. The sight of both of them approaching filled you with a mix of relief and worry. You knew Noah’s temper could flare up in situations like this, especially when it came to you.

Noah reached you first, stepping between you and the guy, his voice was steady but brimming with anger. “Enough,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. The drunk guy squinted at Noah, clearly annoyed by the interruption.

“What’s your problem, man? Who are you, her boyfriend or something?” Noah opened his mouth to respond, the word "yes" almost slipping out, but he hesitated, glancing over his shoulder at Nicholas.

He stood there, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation. His presence reminded Noah of the delicate balance you were trying to maintain, the secret you were trying to keep.

Noah’s jaw tightened, and he looked back at the guy, then at you, his eyes softening with frustration and regret. He wanted so badly to say he was your boyfriend, to claim you as his in front of everyone, but he couldn’t. Not with Nicholas right there, watching every move.

“No,” Noah finally said, his voice low and edged with pain. “I’m not her boyfriend.”

The guy smirked, seeming to take Noah’s words as a victory. “That’s what I thought,” he muttered, turning back to you. But before he could say anything else, Nicholas stepped forward, his face a mask of calm but with a sharp edge to his voice.

“Look, she’s not interested,” Nicholas said firmly, placing a protective hand on your shoulder. “I suggest you walk away before you embarrass yourself any more than you already have.”

The drunk guy blinked, clearly not expecting a second confrontation. He muttered something under his breath and staggered away, leaving you with both Noah and Nicholas. You could feel the tension radiating off Noah, his frustration palpable. Noah clenched his fists at his sides, his face a mix of anger and disappointment.

“I need some air,” he muttered, turning abruptly and heading toward the door.

You hesitated for a moment, then quickly excused yourself, following him outside.

The cool night air hit you as you stepped out, and you saw Noah a few paces away, leaning against the wall in the dark hallway next to the club, his head down, his hands shoved deep in his pockets.

“Noah,” you called softly, approaching him. He didn’t look up, but you could see the tension in his posture, the way his shoulders were hunched as if he was carrying a heavy weight. You reached out, gently touching his arm. “Noah, talk to me,” you urged. He finally looked up, his eyes filled with frustration and a deep sadness.

“I just… I hate this,” he admitted, his voice rough. “I hate that I can’t even say I’m your boyfriend, that I have to hide how I feel because of—”He trailed off, his gaze flicking back to the doorway where Nicholas had been. You stepped closer, your hand moving to his cheek, gently coaxing him to look at you. His skin was soft.

“I know this is hard,” you said softly, your voice steady but filled with empathy. “But you’re still here for me, Noah. Even if we can’t tell anyone yet, that doesn’t change how much I care.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath as if trying to calm himself. When he opened them again, there was a softness there, a vulnerability that made your heart ache.

“I just want to be able to protect you,” he whispered, his hand coming up to cover yours on his cheek. “To be there for you. Without hiding.”

“You are there for me,” you whispered. “Always. And I’m here for you, too.”

He sighed, his breath warm against your lips as he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a soft, tender kiss. It was filled with all the unspoken words, the emotions he couldn’t express in front of your brother, the love he felt so deeply but had to keep hidden. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer, as if he was afraid to let go.

“Thank you.” He whispered, then.

"For what?" You asked.

"For being mine. Even if they don't know."

You smiled softly, your hand moving to the back of his neck, fingers threading through his hair. “Always,” you promised, sealing your words with another gentle kiss, feeling the warmth of his arms around you.

You stayed like that for a while, the party almost forgotten.

But reality had a way of creeping back in. You both knew you couldn’t stay out here forever. With a reluctant sigh, Noah finally pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his fingers brushing along your jawline, memorizing the feel of you like he always did before you had to go your separate ways.

“We should head back before someone comes looking for us” you murmured, though neither of you moved.

Noah exhaled, pressing one last lingering kiss to your forehead. “Yeah,” he agreed, but the longing in his eyes betrayed him.

Hand in hand, you walked back toward the party, but just before stepping inside, Noah gave your fingers a final squeeze before reluctantly letting go. The second you crossed the threshold, it was like nothing had happened—like you were just Nicholas’s little sister, and he was just his best friend. But as you stole one last glance at him across the room, his eyes were already on you.

Every moment was an opportunity to steal a little more time together.

It didn’t matter how brief it was—every extra second he could spend with you was pure gold.

The streetlights outside the car flickered dimly, casting a soft, golden glow over the dashboard, while the faint hum of late-night traffic in the distance created a quiet, serene atmosphere.

When you had announced that you were going to visit a friend that afternoon and would return late at night, Noah had immediately offered to give you a ride. Anything for his best friend’s little sister, right?

You had to suppress a laugh when he did that—you both knew this would turn into making out in the parking lot of a gas station at two in the morning.

The world outside felt distant, and in his the car, it was just you and Noah for the first time in a couple of days. Noah’s hand had rested on your thigh, his touch light but steady, while his other hand had cupped your cheek as he pulled you in, against his bare chest, for another kiss.

Each kiss was slow, deliberate, as though he was savoring every second you could steal together. His lips were warm against yours, soft yet firm, moving with a gentle certainty that sent warmth flooding through your veins.

You pulled away slightly, resting your forehead against his as your breaths mingled in the tiny space between you. Noah had chuckled softly, his thumb tracing lazy circles over your cheek, and you couldn't help but smile in return. God, you loved the sound of his laugh.

There was something about those quiet moments that made them feel even more precious. You knew you shouldn’t do doing this—sneaking out late at night, stealing kisses in darkened rooms or cars—but it was hard to stop when being with Noah felt so right.

His eyes flickered with something tender, his gaze holding yours in the dim light of the car. The soft glow from the streetlamp outside caught the outlines of his features, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw, the curve of his lips, swollen from kissing you. His hair was all messy, and his brown eyes soft, almost hazy with affection.

You had leaned in to press a kiss to the side of his mouth, then another on his cheek. “It’s getting late,” you murmured quietly. “You think it’s time to go back home? I don’t want the guys to start suspecting something.”

“We’ll tell them you were still chatting with your friend. I don’t want this to end yet. Please. I need you for a little longer.”

You smiled at his words, your heart swelling in your chest. It was moments like those that made everything worth it: the sneaking around, the secret glances, the hidden touches when no one was looking.

All of it was worth it, just for the way he looked at you then, like you were the only thing that had mattered. You traced a finger along the lines of one of his tattoos on his chest, watching as goosebumps rise on his skin.

“Okay. Five more minutes, mh?”

He hummed in agreement, his hand slipping up to tangle in your hair as he had pulled you in for another kiss. That one was slower, deeper, as though he had been trying to commit every detail of you to memory. When you pulled away, your lips brushed his one more time, and you felt his breath on your skin, warm and comforting.

You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. Minutes passed in comfortable silence, the only sounds being the quiet hum of the car’s engine and the occasional faint honk from distant traffic. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to simply exist in that moment with him.

Then, with a soft thud, something fell onto the floor of the car, pulling you from your peaceful state. You glanced down and noticed Noah’s wallet lying on the ground between your feet. You bent down to pick it up, handing it back to him, but as you did so, a small photograph peeked out from one of the folds.

Curiosity piqued, you gently pulled it out, and what you saw had made your heart stop for a moment.

It was a picture of you and Noah, one that you barely remembered taking. The two of you were nestled close, his arm around you while you had grinned up at him with so much joy in your eyes. His lips were pressed to your temple, and though the picture was slightly blurry, the emotion in it was crystal clear. It was so intimate, so raw—like a little snapshot of your love, captured in one fleeting moment.

“Noah?” you asked softly, turning the picture around to show him. His eyes widened slightly when he saw it, and a faint blush crept up his cheeks.

“I, uh… I wanted to make it my wallpaper at first,” he admitted quietly, letting out a sheepish chuckle. “But, you know… with your brother and the guys, I couldn’t. I didn’t want to risk anyone seeing it. So… I printed it out and kept it in my wallet instead. That way, I can have it with me, even if no one else knows.”

Your heart swelled at his confession, warmth flooding your chest. He kept that picture close to him, hidden away but still with him at all times, like a little secret he could carry wherever he went. You felt your throat tighten, your eyes stinging slightly, but you didn't shed a tear. Instead, you smiled, wide and soft, and before you knew it, you were pressing kisses all over his face—his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, anywhere your lips could reach.

“Noah, you’re… you’re the cutest,” you whispered between kisses, and he laughed softly under your touch, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer.

“Hey, now,” he said, grinning up at you like you were smiling at him in the picture. “You’re gonna make me blush.”

You giggled knowing he was already blushing even if you couldn't see it in the dark, pressing one last kiss to his lips before pulling back to look at him.

“I’m serious. You’re—you—God. I love you so much.”

His gaze softened, and he reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle.

“I love you more,” he murmured, his voice low and sincere.

You rested your head against his chest once more, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

And no matter how complicated things could get, no matter how long you had to keep the secret, it was all worth it. Because you had Noah, and he had you.

“Five more minutes?” he asked.

“Five more minutes.”

You had never really thought that you and Noah would ever have a real, proper first date.

But one night, it just happened.

The house was blanketed in silence. Each breath you took seemed loud in the stillness, a sound you could have sworn echoed down the hallway as you cracked open your bedroom door.

You glanced out into the darkened corridor, heart pounding. The faint sound of snoring came from one of the rooms, and you held your breath, listening. Everything seemed peaceful — no footsteps, no hushed whispers, no lights turning on.

The guys were fast asleep. You sighed in relief.

It was the same routine every night. You waited for your brother and his bandmates to finally crash after a long day of rehearsals or hanging out.

Then, when you were sure they wouldn’t stir, you got ready to sneak out. You knew the path by heart now — how to step around the creaky floorboards, how to push Noah’s door just enough so it wouldn’t squeak when you slipped inside.

So, you tiptoed down the hall, heart thudding like always as you approached Noah’s door. It was cracked open, just like always, a faint glow from his phone spilling into the hallway, inviting you in. You pushed the door open a little more, slipping inside and gently shutting it behind you.

Noah looked up from his laptop, a soft, tired smile spreading across his face as soon as he saw you. He was sitting on his bed, legs crossed, wearing a simple black t-shirt and sweatpants. His dark hair was tousled, his tattoos barely visible in the dim light, but he still took your breath away.

“You’re late,” he teased in a whisper, though his tone was playful rather than annoyed.

You rolled your eyes, moving to sit on the edge of the bed beside him. “I had to make sure everyone was actually asleep this time. You know how much of a light sleeper Nick is.”

You leaned into him, resting your head against his shoulder, and he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. For a few moments, neither of you spoke. The silence was comforting.

Then when you looked up, silently, he leaned closer, his eyes briefly darting to your lips before he closed the gap between you. His hand gently cupped your cheek, pulling you slightly closer with a gentle touch.

“I’ve been thinking,” Noah whispered, his lips brushing yours.

You pulled back slightly, looking up at him. “About what?”

He smirked, his hand trailing down your arm until his fingers interlocked with yours. “I want to take you out. Like, out out. Not just sneaking around in our rooms.”

“But we can’t. Someone might see us. You know.”

Noah’s smile softened, a hint of determination in his eyes. “It’s two in the morning. Everyone’s asleep. No one’s going to see us. And I'm not famous enough to be recognized walking around in the middle of the night.”

"Oh, you mean like... right now."

"I mean right now." He chuckled.

He was right. The idea of sneaking out into the quiet night, of walking beside him without having to hide — even if it was just for a little while — was too tempting to resist.

“Okay,” you whispered, a smile tugging at your lips. “Let’s do it.”

Noah grinned, his eyes lighting up with excitement as he jumped up from the bed, grabbing a hoodie and tossing it on. “We’ll be quick. Just a walk around here.”

You chuckled, standing and pulling one of his oversized hoodies over your own clothes, it smelled like him; comforting, familiar.

With one last glance toward the hallway to make sure no one was stirring, you laced your fingers with Noah’s and followed him out of the room, both of you moving as quietly as possible. You slipped down the stairs, tiptoeing past your brother’s room, both of you holding your breath until you reached the front door.

Once outside, the cool night air hit you, and you let out a breath of relief. Noah closed the door behind you, his shoulders relaxing now that you were out in the open.

“This is crazy.” you whispered, a soft laugh escaping your lips as you looked at him.

Noah laughed softly, pulling you closer.

You leaned into him as the two of you began walking down the quiet street. The city was calm, almost eerily so, with only the occasional flickering streetlight or distant sound of traffic. It was like the world had paused, and for a moment, it felt like it was just you and Noah — no secrets, no one to hide from.

His arm slipped around your shoulders, pulling you against his side as you walked. You tilted your head up, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye, taking in the way his jawline was illuminated by the dim streetlights, how the faintest trace of a smile played on his lips.

You’d spent so many nights like this with him, but this time felt different. It felt freer.

“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this,” you whispered, squeezing his hand a little tighter.

Noah glanced down at you, his eyes soft. “I’m glad we are.”

You walked together in silence for a while, enjoying the stillness of the night. Eventually, you stumbled upon a small ice cream shop, its neon sign buzzing softly in the darkness. You looked up at Noah, raising an eyebrow.

“You want ice cream? At two in the morning?” He asked.

“Why not? Ice cream’s good anytime.”

Laughing, he followed you into the shop. It was completely empty, just as you’d expected, and you both ordered your favorite flavors, sitting down on a bench outside to enjoy the cool night air.

As you ate, Noah kept stealing bites of your ice cream, making you giggle every time he did. It felt so normal, so simple — just two people on a date.

When you finished, Noah leaned in, his face inches from yours. His gaze softened, and before you could say anything, his lips met yours in a gentle kiss.

He tasted like vanilla.

“I wish we didn’t have to hide this,” he murmured, his voice soft, almost pained.

You closed your eyes, your chest tightening. “Me too.”

Eventually, the night began to wear on, and you knew you had to head back before anyone woke up. The walk home was quiet, both of you holding onto the fleeting moments of freedom as long as you could.

Once back inside the house, you slipped into your separate rooms without a word. Noah gave your hand one last squeeze before he disappeared into his room, leaving you to sneak back to yours. You climbed into bed, pulling one of his shirts around you, inhaling his scent as your heart ached with the desire to stay by his side.

The next morning came too soon, the sunlight creeping through the blinds. As the house began to wake up, you felt the familiar weight of your secret settle back on your shoulders.

But when you caught Noah’s eye over breakfast, and he gave you that small, knowing smile, you knew it was worth it.

What you didn't know was that someone in the house, the night before, around half past three, heard a noise coming from the garden and, looking through the curtains of his room, saw two figures holding hands enter.

"I fucking knew it." He had whispered before getting back into his bed.

You both thought you had done a good job keeping your relationship a secret, never suspecting that someone so close had known about it for months.

The dressing room you were in was dimly lit, quiet except for the low hum of the crowd outside as you were enjoying the pre-show silence, waiting for Noah.

You leaned against a wall, knowing he would pop in at any second before going out. It was almost ritual, by now, even if there was always a degree of risk.

The door opened without noise, and you smiled at the sight of him.

Noah's brown eyes caught your gaze. He said nothing; he merely came to you, his arms slipping about your waist as if that was the place where they belonged.

"Hey," he whispered, bending to press a soft kiss against your lips, the light brush sending warmth spreading through your chest.

"Hey," you whispered back, your fingers tracing down the fabric of his jacket as you drew him in a little closer.

"How're you feeling?" Noah asked low, like forgetting that he was the one who was about to perform in front of hundreds of people and not you, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His eyes were tender, the kind to make you forget you were in a room where anyone could walk in.

"Good," you said, being truthful-a small smile tugging at your lips. "Better now that you're here."

It was always the same answer. Because it was true.

He smiled, one of those smiles that skipped a beat in your heart. "I needed this before going out there."

You leaned up to kiss him again. His hand was against your back, tugging you closer, deepening the kiss enough to remind you just how much you both craved these brief moments alone.

But just as you pulled back, still feeling the warmth of his breath against your lips, you heard a slight noise from behind.

Both of you turned, and your heart dropped when you saw Jolly standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and an amused look on his face. Your stomach twisted.

You took a half-step backward, but Noah didn't budge; his arm remained around your waist. Neither one of you panicked. As a matter of fact, there was some sort of silent exchange of looks between you both, each of you waiting for the other's reaction to see how Jolly would take it.

"Man, look I-" Noah started, but Jolly waved his hand, a smile breaking across his features.

"Relax," he said lightly. "You don't have to explain anything. I've known for a while now."

You and Noah stared in surprise. "You... have?"

Jolly snorted, taking a further step into the room. "Yeah, I'm not blind. I have seen you sneaking around. And the way you two act with each other? I mean, it's not that hard, really, to figure out."

You exchanged a quick look with Noah; a slow smile pulled the corner of his lips down, part relief, part amusement. "Guess we weren't as subtle as we thought."

"Not even close," Jolly snickered, "but I don't care. Honestly, I've just been waiting for one of you to say something."

You relaxed completely now, a soft laugh escaping your lips. "You didn't think that it was weird? I mean, me and Noah? Nick thinks he is like... a brother to me too."

Jolly shrugged, his expression softening. "Nah. You're both adults. If this makes you happy, then what's the problem? You're not doing anything wrong."

Noah exhaled too, relieved. "You don't think he'd freak out?"

Jolly cocked his head, considering a moment. "Nick might be a bit surprised initially, sure. But he's not going to freak out. You're his sister, Noah's his best friend. If anything, he might actually be relieved it's you two-people he trusts."

That was something you hadn't considered. You'd always wished Nick would react badly, but Jolly's words showed you another perspective. "So. You think he wouldn't mind?"

"I think," Jolly said with a grin once more, "he's gonna be okay. He maybe just needs a day or two to get used to it, but he's not gonna blow up over this."

Noah chuckled softly and rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. "Well, thanks, man. We didn't want to cause any drama."

Jolly shook his head. "There's no drama." He said before turning back toward the door. "I'll leave you two alone. But don't take too long, they're waiting for you out there."

The air was lighter in the room with the door clicked shut behind him. Noah let loose a deep breath, and you couldn't but burst out in laughter with such an overwhelming feeling of relief. "Well, that went better than expected."

Noah grinned, pulling you back into his arms. "No kidding. I thought we were busted."

"Turns out we've been busted for a while," you teased, leaning your head against his chest.

"Yeah, well, I'm just glad he's cool with it." He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his hands resting lightly on your waist. "Maybe we won't have to sneak around anymore soon."

You smiled, lifting your head to look up at him. "Mh. Maybe."

Noah leaned down and his lips captured yours in a long, slow kiss. It felt right, like finally some of the weight of hiding was lifting. As he pulled back, his thumb brushed your cheek light, his eyes filled with the warmth you'd grown to love.

"You need to go, rockstar. Or someone is really gonna get mad at you this time." You said moving a strand of his long hair away from his face.

"I know." He smiled, leaned in, and kissed you once more.

"Noah. You. Need. To. Go. Now." You tried to say. "And I need to go too. Your band merch won't sell itself. And I bet you want money to spend on your pretty tattoos."

"Okay, okay." He chuckled. "If someone hits on you, tell them your boyfriend is on stage."

You rolled your eyes. "You know I can't."

Noah sighed. "I know."

It had been a couple of weeks since Jolly found out that you and Noah were together. He promised not to tell anyone and he kept his promise.

The house was quiet as you lie in bed, staring at the ceiling. The soft hum of the voices coming from the TV still on in the livingroom was the only sound breaking the silence.

Outside your window, the stars were shining brightly in the deep night sky and the light filtering through the curtains was softly illuminating your bedroom.

Your phone buzzed on your nightstand, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You reached over quickly, hoping it was him. Knowing it was him.

Noah: I’ve been waiting for this all day

Noah: But Nicholas is still watching that damn movie.

Noah: If he doesn’t wrap it up soon, I’m gonna lose it.

You looked at his texts as a little sigh left your lips.

You: I know. I can’t even leave my room if he is still there.

You: It’s like he’s never gonna go to sleep.

Noah: Yeah, he’s definitely watching some crazy long documentary or whatever.

Noah: I bet we’re gonna be up til morning.

You rolled your eyes, imagining Nicholas sitting there with that seriousness of his. There was nothing that man loved more than a random documentary, sometimes.

You: That's so annoying.

For a moment, your phone didn't lit up with a new text from Noah, and you already knew he was thinking about something.

Noah: You think you can get out of your room from your window?

You froze. Did he just suggest what you think he suggested?

You: Have you gone crazy? You know that’s not a good idea. It’s like 2 AM and Nick is fucking awake.

You could almost picture him grinning in his room as he texted you.

Noah: It’s the first floor. Just a little jump.

Noah: I’ll be here to catch you, don't worry. Give me 10 minutes.

You stared at your phone screen for a moment, unsure whether to laugh or scold him.

You: This is a terrible idea. What if someone hears something? What if they realize one of us is not home anymore?

Noah: Trust me. I’ve got this, it's not different than sneaking into my room.

Noah: You’ll be fine. Just get ready.

Reluctantly, you placed your phone back on the bed and moved to the window. You cracked it open a few inches, peering into the night. You could see the glow of the porch lights shining on the grass below, but there was no sign of Noah. You waited for a couple of minutes more.

A moment later, Noah was standing there, his hands tucked into the pockets of his oversized hoodie, the hood pulled low enough to hide his hair. He immediately smiled at you like a kid.

“What the hell are you doing, Noah?” you whispered, trying to keep your voice steady as you leaned out just a bit further.

Noah looked up at you. “I expected a "oh Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?" Not a "What the hell are you doing, Noah?""

"Dumbass."

"But you love me. And I love you too. And I wanted to see you.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the soft smile that tugs at your lips. “Yeah, yeah,” you muttered, though the words came out more fond than annoyed.

Noah’s grin widened. “And I know you wanted to see me too. So here I am. Let's go.”

You chuckled softly, glancing down at the ground. He was right—it was the first floor. You could definitely jump without breaking anything.

"Why can't you just come inside now?"

"I liked our last "date", walking around and holding your hand like we are not hiding anymore. Even if it lasts only like an hour."

With a deep breath, you pushed yourself away from the window and quickly put on your coat.

Then, you took his hand, feeling the familiar spark of his touch that always both sendt your heart racing and calmed you down, and he helped you down onto the grass. The air was cool, but not too cold.

When he kissed you, for a brief moment, you let yourself forget the dangers, forget the secrets you were keeping, and just breathed in the fresh air before losing yourself in the taste of his mouth.

You both started walking down the street, side by side. It was quiet at that hour, with only the distant hum of streetlights and the occasional rustle of leaves in the trees. You couldn’t hold his hand like that during the day, couldn’t show him affection without worrying about someone seeing. But there, in the night, you were free.

The walk was slow, peaceful. You didn’t need to speak; just being together was enough.

You pointed to a group of stars in the sky, and Noah, pretending to know the constellations, started making up their names, causing you to burst out laughing.

“That one,” he said confidently, pointing to a cluster of stars, “is the Mighty Squirrel. It represents bravery and an undying love for acorns.”

You snorted. “Oh, of course. And what about that one?”

He followed your finger and nodded solemnly. “That’s the Sleeping Dragon. It only wakes up when there’s a solar eclipse.”

You giggled, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“That,” he said with exaggerated seriousness, “is the Ice Cream Cone. A sacred constellation said to bring good luck to those who eat dessert before dinner.”

You burst into laughter. “You are the worst stargazer ever.”

Then, out of nowhere, a small, scruffy cat darted across the road, stopping near a mailbox. Noah’s eyes lit up in amusement, and he immediately dropped to one knee, his smile softening.

“Oh my god,” he said, practically cooing. “Look at this little guy.” His voice dropped to a teasing whisper as he held out a hand to the cat. “You are the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, aren’t you?”

“Hey!”

“You are the cutest thing I’ve ever seen after my girlfriend, aren’t you?” he corrected himself.

You laughed, bending down beside him to join in. The cat didn’t seem to mind the attention, rubbing against Noah’s hand with a soft purr.

You both chuckled. It was so silly, so simple, and in that moment, it felt like you were just two people enjoying a night under the stars, not two people hiding your love.

Eventually, you both stood up, saying goodbye to the cat, and Noah put his arm around your shoulders, starting to walk back home, keeping your hand in his the whole time.

When you reached your window, Noah helped you back inside. He leaned up against the ledge, his face so close to yours that your heart nearly stopped. You could smell the faint trace of his cologne mixed with the night air, and you felt like you could stay in that moment forever.

“Goodnight,” he said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips as you leaned down the window one last time.

You smiled, feeling warmth spread through you as you gently pulled back. “Goodnight.”

“See you tomorrow,” he said, his voice lingering with the promise of another secret meeting.

“Yeah,” you whispered back, smiling as you watched him retreat to his own window.

That was your second date outside. You were almost getting used to it.

And you loved it.

The day after, you found out that while your brother was watching the whole extended version of The Lord of the Rings, he noticed that Noah had left his airpods on the coffee table in the living room.

And when he suggested bringing them to Noah’s room to avoid him thinking he had lost them outside like last time, Jolly insisted there was no need.

He was probably already asleep.

You definitely owed Jolly a big favor.

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#still can’t wait for Nick to find out #maybe one day 👀#noah sebastian fanfiction

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