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imaginesmai · 6 years ago

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Marco Ilso- You’ve got my heart

This was requested by lovely @recklesslonelyblond. She’s a fantastic girl with even better ideas. If you like Lucifer (Tom Ellies) she’s writting about it. Take a look!

I’ve tried to make it as similar to your request as I could, but it was a little too long! Anyway, I’ve enjoyed writting this a lot, and I’m pretty happy with the result (it’s the longest I’ve every written!). I hope you like it!

Plot: Marco is your best friend, your neighbour and your crush. One night at your house changes everything for the best; but you’ve taken different paths and life might never reunite you again.

Warning: mid-smut, and SO MUCH FLUFF, maybe a tiny bit of angst but, if you read me usually, it’s nothing (i’ve done much worse than this)

For the fourth time that afternoon, your pencil broke; and you had to gather all your patience to avoid shouting to hell and back. With a deep breath, you started your essay again; why should we choose you to get in our university. It was a stupid draft, and you really didn’t want to do it; because the only thing you could say about yourself was that you liked to chill with your best friend in your sofa and wait in the shadows until he notices your almost invisible advances. Yeah, you were good at that. You had been doing it for the past eighteen years. Besides that, you could stutter to death and blush until you were as red as your blood. Oh, and you knew by heart all the things that Marco liked, too. Something you should probably avoid if you wanted to enter in college.

The annoying ring of your bell made you sigh; it was obvious that no one in your family was going to get it, as they all knew it was the blonde sweet guy looking for you. You got up from your desk and went down the stairs, only to find Marco closing the door already.

- Why did you rang? -you asked, waiting for him in the middle of the stairs. -You have a key.

- I wanted to let you know I’m coming -he smiled, and you swore your knees shook. -If I don’t, then your mother might kick my ass.

- That’s not true.

- It is! I’ve scared her a few times. -he said, walking up the stairs.

- Because no one enters in a foreign home at three a.m., Marco!

- Can’t I see my best friend whenever I want? -he placed a swift kiss to your head before heading to your room. -You better have food, I’m dying Y/N.

Marco was everything you weren’t; outgoing while you spent Friday’s night watching a movie. Smart while all you did was get good grades with hard-work. Talkative though you preferred to stay quiet and go unnoticed. So it was a surprise when in high-school you were still friends. It was like a cheesy teen movie, where the popular guy falls in love with the nerd girl; except that this time the popular guy wasn’t an asshole and the nerd girl was the only one falling in love.

- Sometimes, I do wonder, do you have a home? -you said, walking into your room to see Marco laying in your bed. -Do they love you there, Marco?

- I don’t think so, but thanks God I’ve got you bambi. -you scoffed at the nickname; seeing that he was much taller than you, he had started calling you that since he met you.

You had met Marco when you were just six and were starting school. He was two years older than you, but he took upon himself to be your protector. You were neighbours, so he walked you to school every day, took you back and played with you always. And God help anyone who tried to mess with the Ilso’s friends, because that family could for sure make someone life hell. While your families were best friends and had keys of each other’s houses, you and Marco had a special relationship.

- Besides, Nick has all his friends in the living room, and mum is harassing them from the kitchen, like a proper stalker. -he scoffed. -So I thought, why not hide here?

- I was doing things. -you said, sitting in your chair.

- You can just do me, bambi. -he winked at you. It was a joke, but how you wished it wasn’t.

- I don’t think Becca is okay with that. -you replied, thinking about his current girl. -I haven’t seen her in weeks.

- Me neither. She could be in another country for all I care, what a nightmare. -he talked about other of his numerous girls. -What were you doing?

- The essay. -you didn’t say anything else, as he knew what you were talking about.

- Why is taking you so long? It’s not that hard!

- It is when I have to fill five sheets explaining why should they pick me instead of much more prepared people, Marco. -you said.

- There are a lot of things to say about you, Y/N. -he sat in bed. -I could fill you a hundred sheets.

Without any other word, he lifted you with ease from your chair and sat you on his lap. Marco ignored your blushing cheeks and started writing; he hated that you couldn’t see the good things about yourself, and he was more than happy to help you to do it. Neither of you noticed, but if anyone saw you, would have realised that you were more than friends.

- Let’s see, what do you have to talk about? -he asked, with his hand on your tight. – Your personality or academic facts?

- Both of them. -you said. -They want to know what I like and I don’t, and what I’m like too. And about my grades and that shit.

- “Hi, I’m Y/N and I love stalking famous actors on the Internet” -he said with a high-pitched voice.

- That’s not true! -you said laughing. -Come on, Marco. This is serious.

Marco started making a list with things you liked and not; then, he took a new sheet and wrote down good things about yourself, and the only thing you could do was to love more your best friend.

- You’re funny and know how to make anyone’s day better. -he said, writing it down. -Also, you are always smiling and looking for the good things in bad situations.

- I’m pretty negative, Marco. -you said, having found your place with your head in his neck.

- Nah, you’re not. You always make me want to keep going. -he gave you a short wink. -You are responsible and care about everybody.

- Responsible? -you frowned. -I forgot about Ken the other day in Walmart.

- First, my brother was lost. -he laughed.- Second, if it wasn’t for you caring about me, I would probably be in a ditch somewhere right now.

- I’m-

- Intelligent too. -he interrupted, writing. -You know too many historical facts.

- That’s because I spend Friday’s night watching films, Marco. Do you want to write that too?

- There is nothing bad with that. -he shrugged. -Even if I would like for you to come with me to parties, I like you just the way you are bambi.

You smiled sadly; he liked you, but as a friend. He didn’t share those feeling with you, didn’t mean all those words he said. What you didn’t know, was that in his head he was hoping secretly that you would get the hint.

Spending a whole day with Marco was exhausting, but when night arrived you had already finished you essay. Your parents had gone only God know where, and that left you and your best friend alone for the night. Marco loved those nights when it was just the two of you, and secretly, enjoyed them more than Friday’s nights. Sure, they were good, but watching a film with you and eating junk food was much better. That’s what you did; you ordered pizza and put a film that neither of you were watching, too focused on the conversation you were having.

- Have you written your essay? -you asked, changing the subject. You were sitting on the floor, between Marco’s legs as he combed your hair.

- About that. -he let out an awkward laugh. Marco was supposed to start collage two years ago, but he didn’t know what to do until that year. -I’ve meaning to tell you something since I came here today.

- I’m not writing it. -you sighed, knowing that he could ask you and you would do it. -It’s not some homework, Marco, it’s something important.

- I know, Bambi. -he pulled you softly at your hair. -It’s… not about that.

- Then? -you turned around to look at him, and for a few seconds the forgotten film was the only thing you could hear in the living room.

A soft sight left his lips; it hurt him physically to tell you that, and you weren’t making it any easier. Placed between his legs, you were looking at him with such adoration and care that the only thing he wanted to do was to pack you in a box.

- I’m leaving. -if the film would have been any louder, you wouldn’t have heard him; but you did.

- What? -you frowned.

- Yesterday I got the letter from Danish National School of Performing Arts. I’m… I’m in, bambi. -he let out a little laugh. -They want me in.

- When did you applied for that?

- A few months ago.

- And you didn’t think of telling me?

- I didn’t think I would get in, Y/N! -he said. -It’s such an important school.

- Did your family know?

- Of course, wh-

- Am I not important enough for you, Marco?

Before you knew it, you two were deep into an argument; he was trying to make you see that it was not such a big deal, but you thought he should have said something. Because that school was far away from your home, and you knew what happened to friends that were away for too long. You didn’t want that for you two, you wanted a happy life with him.

- That’s why I didn’t tell you, Y/N! -he shouted, running a hand through his messy hair. -You always overreact with things like this. Maybe I should have just left without saying anything.

His words hit you like a truck; could he really leave you like that? And you thought that he had a reason to say goodbye to his parents, to his friends and even to Becca, because they all had a special relationship with him. But for Marco, you were the friendly neighbour. Not his girlfriend, the girl he liked or his family, just his best friend.

- You know the way out, Marco. -you got up, turning the TV off. -I’m going to bed.

- Come on, Y/N. Don’t be like this.

- Just-you know, forget it. -you said.

Marco couldn’t say anything else as you walked up the stairs in silence. Closing the door behind you, you fell into your bed like a dead weight, and hugged your pillow close to you. Maybe you were overreacting, yeah. But Marco was your only friend, your confident and the man you dreamed about. Thinking about him gone wasn’t a possibility until just minutes ago, where he had destroyed every dream you could have. Because who hasn’t imagined themselves with the love of their lives? You knew how you wanted to name your children, what house you wanted and when were you going to marry; with Marco, of course. It seemed that none of your dreams were going to happen.

It was quiet in your home for a while, and you really thought that Marco had left. You had cried too much over him; every time he got a girlfriend, when he asked for advice about how to get the girl he liked… So you just felt numb, with some tears running down your cheeks. If it had been any other person, you would have been scared, because feeling a sudden weight in your bed is disturbing. But you knew by heart Marco’s smell and steps, so you weren’t surprised when he laid in bed with you and pulled you close to him. Your back was against his chest, and one of his legs pulled you closer, so that it seemed that he was englufing you. Still, he didn’t say anything.

- I’m happy for you. -you said, enjoying the silence in your house and his arms around you. -It’s a big opportunity and you’re going to smash it.

- They are all rich boys. -he sighed. -I hope that none of their feet’s stink.

- That’s what you’re worried about? -you let out a little laugh.

- Can you imagine living with someone who has stinky feet? It troubles me to no end.

- Or someone who is a cleaning obsess. -you turned so that your faces were inches apart. -You can’t be such a mess them.

- God, I hope not. -he smiled, touching your nose with his. -I should have said something earlier, I’m sorry bambi. It’s just- Y/N, you’re the most important person in my life, I didn’t want to upset you.

- Marco, it’s your dream. -you blushed, aware of his breath in your lips. -I’m going to support you no matter what.

- I’m going to miss you a lot. -he said, putting a hand behind your head. -Promise me you won’t forget about me.

- This will be our best summer, I promise. -you touched the little scrub on his jaw. -I will call you every day, and I will visit you whenever I can.

- Can I kiss you? -he said in a low whisper, looking down at your lips.

You didn’t know how, but you ended up with your lips just an inch away from him. His soft breath was hitting your mouth, and your noses were touching. You could see his beautiful eyes with just the light of the moon, and his hand behind your neck pulled you just a little closer.

- What? -you asked.

- Let me kiss you, bambi.

Your answer came when you sealed lips with him. You could actually feel him smirking into the kiss, and when you slapped his arm softly he moved so that you were under him. His arms took all of his weight, so that he didn’t crash you, and his lips continued moving against you. It was like that for a while; your lips together as if they were a part of a missing puzzle.

- Wait. -you parted. -Wait, Marco. This is not right.

- W-why? -he seemed truly upset. -It’s- I understand if you don’t see me this way, I-I can-

- No! -you played with his necklace that was hanging between both of you. -You-you go from girl to girl, Marco. I don’t want to lose our friendship because of this.

- I promise I want this as much as you. -he pecked your lips. -And if you let me, I can show you.

Again, your answer came with a kiss. Who knew Marco could kiss like that; it was like dancing in the rain, eating a fantastic meal, seeing the sun for the first time after a rainy week. It was the best thing you ever felt, and then you understood why all women were chasing that man. His kisses were intoxicating, and if it wasn’t for him going down your jaw, you could have been just kissing for ages.

Marco left a soft trail of pecks in your jaw, neck and collarbone, to finally start sucking a little mark in the last one. You moaned, trying not to be loud so that your neighbour didn’t know about your business. One of his hands travelled all over your skin, placing itself in the part of your body exposed by your shirt. Marco led his kisses back to your lips while his hand pushed your shirt away; you only parted ways to let it slide over your head, and, that time, you were the one pulling him closer, pressing your body against his. What started as a small grinding against each other, soon became a full make out session with tongue where he rubbed against your drenched panties.

- Take out your pants, Y/N, please. -he begged; his cock was so hard that he was starting to lose focus.

- I’m trying, get your big body off idiot. -you let out a little laugh, and then moaned when his hand squeezed your nipple through your bra.

- Did you just call me fat? -he stood up and, when he came back, he was naked in all his glory.

- Can you shut up? -you laughed again.

His mouth kept leaving kisses down your body until he arrived to your panties; and after leaving there one too, he took them off. As his breath touched your core, you let the loudest moan ever; and when he pressed his lips against your clit, you swore that it was already being your best summer. Without really knowing it, you caught the blonde’s heart and saved it in your back pocket.

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Those three months until Marco left were the best of your life; he proved himself as a serious guy. Took you out, planned amazing dates and made you feel the most incredible person in the world. The day he left, you went with him to the airport, and waited until his family had said goodbye to talk to him. You spend nearly fifteen minutes just hugging each other, crying and making promises. Watching him leave hurt more than what you could tell, and you only hoped that he kept his promises.

And he did, at least for the first year. Marco called you every day, did face-timing with you each chance he got, and when there was a free day, he was traveling at insane hours just to see you for a day. Everything was perfect, he was happy and you were more confident with yourself because of that. You were going out more, making more friends and loving what you were studying. He really enjoyed his time there, met amazing people and took part in small plays now and then.

Maybe that was the problem, maybe the problem was his busy schedule. You didn’t fight, never did; but then, you found yourself talking less and less to him. When you did, it was like if nothing had happened, yet you only saw him once a month if you were lucky.

“Sorry bambi, I need to study my lines for tomorrow”

“I wish I could go to see you acting, Marco, but finals start next week”

“Hey Y/N, I will call you later, I’m going out with the boys.”

“Baby, the girls are calling me. Can we talk tomorrow?”

It wasn’t any of your fault, but at the same time both of you were guilty. When you finished your degree in biology, you found yourself with your phone in one hand and a photo of the both of you in the other. It had been nearly a year since you talked to him, and you made the mistake of not calling him for your graduation out of fear; not knowing that, at the same time, he was thinking about calling you to tell you about his role in Vikings. Neither of you made that all, and with that what was left of your relationship died.

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Dublin was… full. It didn’t matter where you went, everywhere there was too much people. You wanted to eat? Every restaurant was crowded. Just a drink? Have luck finding an empty stool in a pub. You had just moved there, and you had had so many difficulties finding a flat that you nearly gave up your new job. You had been hired in a laboratory to investigate about bacterium; your dream job in a nightmare, what a paradox.

You had been lucky enough to find a little apartment outside the city; maybe it was too far away from your job, but it was quiet and worthy. Your roommate, Sophie, was a total sweetheart who wanted to be a model. She was blonde, tall, with blue eyes, gorgeous and with a perfect face; not to talk about her personality. Funny, outgoing and kind. You had clicked with her as soon as you met her two years ago.

It was your first year out of your university, and you already got a job; so it was Friday night and you were going to celebrate it. You were meeting some friends in a popular pub, with Sophie and her boyfriend; who you hadn’t met yet. She told you that he was bringing some friends over, because he didn’t want to be the only man. Secretly, she was telling you that it was your chance to find a man. But after Marco it felt impossible for you.

After your graduation, you tried to contact him again; he changed his number, stopped following you on Instagram and had become so famous that you couldn’t talk to him. You should have called his family, yet you thought it would be useless. What could you tell them? “Hi, I’m Y/N. I was wondering, can you ask Marco if we are still in a relationship?” The only comfort you got was seeing the first two episodes of his show, yet you couldn’t continue it since it made you cry. So close yet so far.

- Blue or red? -you heard Sophie asking.

- Blue.

- You didn’t even look at it, Y/N! -she scoffed. -Come on, it has been months since I saw Jordan. I need a little help.

- Soph, you’re beautiful. -you smiled, now looking at her. -It doesn’t matter what you wear because everything suits you.

- Aren’t you a sweetheart. -she laughed. -But you weren’t looking, Y/N. What’s the matter? We can stay home, I don’t care.

As a good roommate, she knew how you hated big places and parties. With the years, you had become more outgoing; still, you got nervous and anxious when a big event was coming.

- Are you crazy? -you frowned. -You haven’t seen Jordan for two months, Soph. Don’t be ridiculous.

- I can meet him tomorrow. -she smiled, sitting beside you in the bed. -I won’t make you go if you don’t want to.

- It’s okay, I’m fine. -you looked at her, grateful at her attitude. -Really. And if I want to come home, I will tell you.

- And we will come back and watch The Last Kingdom until the sun comes out.

- With popcorns and cheap ice-cream. -you laughed. -Come on, we’re going late!

You linked arms with her as you closed the door, and you walked towards the pub. Even if it was Friday night, there weren’t a lot of people in the streets; and you picked up some of your friends in your way. There was this annoying girl, Mary, that kept asking Sophie questions about his boyfriend. And you, as the good friend you were, pulled her away.

- Thank God, Y/N. -she sighed, walking a little bit faster. -I’m worried that she might faint when she sees him.

- What’s her deal? Does she know him or something?

- Not face to face, but she has heard about him. As probably everybody here.

- Why? -you frowned. -You didn’t tell me he’s famous.

- He doesn’t like to talk about that, you know. -she looked at you. -Prefers to be known as a normal person. When I told you his name and you didn’t recognise him… I just thought it would be better that way.

- It’s okay, Soph, I understand. -you smiled. -But if he knows important people, you better make him introduce me to someone famous.

- He’s trying to get me a role in his show. -she blushed. -I don’t know, it’s something new.

- What’s –

- Jordan!

You couldn’t finish your question as, when you arrived to the pub, a man was waiting outside reading something in his mobile. He was tall, with brown hair and wide shoulders; as handsome as his girlfriend. They were totally a match made in heaven, you thought. When he heard his girlfriend shout, he looked up and smiled widely. After spinning her a while and kissing her with love, he let her down and said something in her ear.

- Shut up! -she giggled. -Come on, I want you to meet her!

- It’s time, yeah. -Jordan looked for you between your friends. -I need to know who’s my girl with while I’m away.

- You’ve talked to him about me? -you gripped her arm a little too tightly.

- Of course! You’re my best friend here, silly. -she whispered back, just as Jordan’s eyes found you.

- There you are! -you were going to give him your hand, but he surprised you with a hug.

- Oh, hi. -you laughed awkwardly between his arms. -I’m-I’m Y/N.

- I’m Jordan, but you must know that already. -he smiled, but looked at you with a weird stare. -It’s a little random, sorry but- do I know you? You’re so familiar.

- I haven’t show you any pictures yet. -Sophie said. -Don’t tell me you’ve met already!

- Thing is, your face is familiar too. -you smiled. -But that’s probably because you’re an actor.

- You told me she didn’t know, Sophie! -he looked at his girlfriend.

- And she didn’t! But Mar-

Sophie was interrupted by said girl, Mary, who came running into Jordan to ask him for a photo. You waited by Sophie’s side thinking about Jordan. It was unusual for you to mess faces; and if you thought someone was familiar to you it was because you had seen them before. In the back of your brain a little bell was ringing, but you didn’t know why. Yet his face was awfully familiar to you. Soon, nearly all your friends had taken a photo with Jordan, and you headed inside. He told Sophie that he had bought some of his friends too, and you got the feeling that soon both of them would leave to be alone. You couldn’t blame them, you were happy for your roommate, yet you were already thinking of an excuse to leave early. Inside the pub, a lot of people were talking, dancing, drinking and playing pool. Your short height didn’t let you see where you were going, but Jordan signalled towards a pool table in a corner.

- I can’t believe this is so crowded. -you complained.

- It was the only place where fans don’t follow us. -Jordan replied, putting himself behind you and Sophie so that you didn’t get lost. -Young girls usually don’t come here.

- That hard being famous? -you laughed. You liked Jordan; he was nice and easy to talk to.

- Tell me about it. -he smiled. -Since we started in Vikings, it has been crazy.

- Vi-vik-king-gs?

You tried to stop before arriving to the table, because you suddenly understood from where you knew Jordan. He was an actor in Vikings, the show that Marco was playing in. You really tried to stop walking, but Jordan didn’t notice and just pushed you a little forward, making you get out of the crowd and see his friends sitting there. All the girls who were in your group ran towards Alex and Marco, trying to sit as close as they could. Some of them started asking for pictures or tried to start a conversation, but Sophie stayed close to you, looking at your terrified stare with a frown.

- Whats wrong? -she asked, not receiving an answer. -Hey, Y/N. Are you alright? Do you want to go out?

- Soph. -you whispered, looking at her for the first time. -Soph, he’s here.

- Wh-Marco? -her eyes widened at realization; she knew him, just didn’t know that the guy you talked about was him. -Oh my god, Y/N. It’s him. I’ve knew him all along and I didn’t know.

- Soph. -you repeated, not knowing what to do.

- I’m sorry Y/N, if I had-

- Y/N? -Sophie shut up, and both of you kept looking at each other. -Y/N!

Along the years you had imagined your reunion in a lot of ways; he not remembering you, hating you because not calling him. You receiving an invitation to his weeding. What you did not expect was his arms wrapping around you so quickly that you nearly fell down. All of you were frozen for a moment, seeing as the famous actor was hugging a normal girl. Before the first tear could come out of your eye, you moved and hid your face in his shirt, hugging him back.

- I knew it! -you heard Jordan said. -She’s the girl from the photos, I knew I’d seen her before! You see that, Sophie? I’m a genius!

- Shut up, babe. -she sighed, dragging him away.

You could still hear some voices around you, and it took nearly ten minutes for him to let you go; then, you looked up. Marco was a grown adult. His hair was long and pulled in a beautiful bun, his face had some scrub and a little moustache. Also, he was taller and much wider than before. You thought then, that he was really a man.

- I don’t know what to say. -you said truly, a small smile in your lips. -I’ve missed you.

- Me too. -he smiled too. -Hey, Alex? Where is Jordan?

- I don’t know man. -a black-haired guy answered. -He has left with his girl; we all know why.

- I’m going to leave too. -he turned around to take his coat, surprising you all.

- What? Dude, don’t leave me here! -Alex said with wide eyes.

- Georgia’s here too, Alexander and Darren. -he smiled. -You’re not alone!

- You’re the worst, Marco! -you heard him shout as you went away, with Marco’s arm around your shoulders.

He knew that Alex didn’t say that seriously. The guys knew about you; Y/N, the girl who stole his heart and never gave it back. So he understood that Marco was leaving with you. The cold air hit your face when he opened the door for you, but it was welcomed.

- What are you doing? -you frowned.

- Smoking, what do you think I’m doing? -he laughed, but stopped when you took it away. -Hey! They are expensive.

- They are cheap compared to your health. -you said.

- Always taking care of me, bambi. -he smiled, at there was a second of awkward silence. -So what are you doing here?

- I’ve a job here, in a laboratory. I’m living with Sophie, Jordan’s girlfriend. -you said. -It’s my second month in Dublin.

- In a laboratory? That’s good, Y/N! What you always wanted, isn’t it?

- I guess. –“what I’ve always wanted is you”, but you didn’t say it. -And you? How…have you been?

- Good. I’m playing in this show, which it’s becoming quiet famous.

- Quiet famous? I would say world-wide famous. -you laughed softly. -You’re everywhere.

- Have you seen it? -he asked with a glint of hope in his eyes, and you felt the worst person for crushing it.

- I…Not really. -you moved your hands up and down your arms. -I tried, but it was kind of hard. Sorry.

- Kind of hard? -he raised a brow.

- You know, kind of hard. -you scoffed, seeing the mischievous smirk on his face.

- No, I don’t know. -he took your face between his hands; with his back against the wall, he made you come closer until your chests were touching. -What was hard about seeing Vikings, bambi?

- Marco. -you tried to say, as his hands made you pout your lips. -Dun be luk thut.

- Are you saying something? -he laughed. -Because I can’t understand you.

- U’m suing dun be luk thut! -you fought the smile out of your face.

It was like the old times; both of you laughing without a care in the world. If Marco said he didn’t miss you, he would be lying; he thought about you each day, had a photo of you in his wallet and talked about anyone he met about you. Having you between his arms again made his heart swell with love.

- I wanted to call you. -he sighed, moving his arms down your waist. -I promise, I had the phone in my hands so many times. But you were going out more, having fun, and I didn’t want to be the stopping you.

- You’re stupid, Marco. -you smiled.

- Well, I know that. But it wasn’t only my fault!

- What I’m saying, is that you weren’t stopping me. -you put your arms on his chest, and looked up at his eyes. -I didn’t call you because you were living your dream, and having me here would have only pulled you back.

- There is nothing we can do now, bambi. -he smiled, touching your noses; just like the night he kissed you for the first time. -We’re still a couple, aren’t we? Or have some frat guy taken away my girl?

- No one. Is there any Becca in your heart now?

- Just you, Y/N. -he smiled, pulled you on your tip-toes until you were an inch apart. -You’re the only one who have my heart.

As the first night together, you kissed him and felt his smirk growing. It was all like back then; you kissed and made out like a teenagers, you went to your apartment and made love all night long. Except this times, your parents didn’t caught you; it was Jordan and Sophie, who had been doing the same in her room. The only thing that changed was that, this time, you did not only keep his heart, but you also kept the blonde-haired boy. Not for just three months, but for a whole happy life.

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