king of my heart - pt 4
you make me so happy it turns back to sad
there’s nothing i hate more than what i can’t have
pairing: reader x ben chilwell
summary: you and ben receive an unexpected visitor - your chelsea-obsessed younger brother
warnings: none for this chapter :)
word count: 3k
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The week after the match, despite your revelation about how deep your feelings for Ben are becoming, you continue to see him almost every night.
On Friday evening, you end up at your place, Charlotte once again out of town for work. The two of you are sprawled on the couch watching a movie after having sex the moment he arrived. You typically go a few more rounds, but you’re both exhausted from the week and clearly didn’t have it in you tonight.
You were secretly elated when Ben settled into your sofa and wrapped an arm around you even after you admitted how tired you were, choosing to stay and simply spend time together.
Your brother is coming to visit tomorrow morning for the next few days, which means you won’t have any time to see Ben. It will be the longest you’ve gone without seeing him in at least a month, and although it’s not exactly cool to admit this to your friend with benefits, you’re going to miss him like crazy.
“What time does your brother get in tomorrow again?” Ben asks, lazily tracing your arm as you lay with your head on his chest, eyes on the TV screen.
“Should be here around ten,” you tell him. “You have any advice on what to do with a sixteen year old boy for three days? Cause last time he came to visit I took him to the zoo and I don’t think he was entirely impressed.”
“Hmm…” Ben hums. “Football match?”
You laugh and roll your eyes slightly, blushing as he leans in to kiss your cheek. “Believe me, that was my first idea. I would’ve grilled you for really good tickets already if you guys were playing tomorrow.”
“I can get you Arsenal tickets if he’d be into that,” Ben offers.
“Thanks, but he really is a die hard Chelsea fan,” you say. “Like, he would have zero interest in seeing any other club play.”
“Good lad,” Ben chuckles. “And all I did at sixteen was play football, so I’m not sure how much help I can be here. I’m sure you two will have fun, though, and he’ll appreciate you trying to make it fun for him. You’re a great sister.”
You feel his gaze on you and turn your head to meet his eyes, your noses almost brushing. He’s been saying swoon-worthy things like this with increasing regularity lately, which makes it even harder to ignore how you’ve been feeling.
You’ve just leaned in to kiss him when a knock on the door disturbs you, making you pull back reluctantly.
“Is that the food already?” you ask. Ben just ordered about twenty minutes ago, but it must’ve come early.
“Must be,” Ben shrugs. He gently removes your legs from his lap and gets up, pulling the joggers he discarded on the floor on over his boxers.
His matching white hoodie is currently on you, over top of only your underwear.
Ben walks over to your front door and swings it open as you continue to watch the film.
A moment later, there’s a startled yelp that definitely did not come from Ben. And when you look over to the door, it’s definitely not a delivery person, it’s your little brother.
“Max!” you exclaim, your eyes wide as you quickly pull on some leggings to cover up before running over.
Your brother is standing completely still, his wide eyes looking from you to Ben. He remains in the doorway with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder.
“Max, uh, this is my friend Ben,” you say quickly, your cheeks flushed. “Ben, my brother Max.”
“Cheers, mate,” Ben says, awkwardly extending his hand for Max to shake. When your brother continues to stare at him blankly, he drops it. “Right, yeah.”
“Y/N,” Max says after another moment, glaring at you. “Why is Ben Chilwell half-naked in your flat?”
“Well, as I said, we’re friends and we were just hanging out and - you were supposed to come tomrorow!”
“Mum was supposed to call you and let you know I decided to come tonight instead!” Max argues. “Now, can we please circle back to the fact that you’re shagging a footballer and you didn’t tell me?”
“I don’t have to tell my younger brother who I’m shagging-“
“You do if he plays for Chelsea!”
“Alright, um, Y/N,” Ben interrupts in a considerably calmer tone, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Why don’t I grab my things and give you some privacy?”
You nod gratefully at Ben as he goes to your bedroom to grab his bag, leaving you alone with Max for a minute. You drag your brother, whose feet are still glued to the floor, into the flat and shut the door.
“Look, I promise I was going to tell you,” you say. “It just…doesn’t come up easily in conversation.”
“How about last weekend when I mentioned him playing well against Leeds?” Max demands. “Might that have been a good time?”
You sigh, burying your face in your hands.
“Max, it’s complicated,” you say, lowering your voice so Ben doesn’t hear. “We’re not, like, together. It’s just casual. That’s all.”
Max has always been fairly wise beyond his years, and you can tell by the way his brow furrows that he knows you’re bothered by this.
He doesn’t say anything, just nods his head and finally drops his bag to pull you into a hug. You return it and squeeze him tightly, realizing you needed a hug from your brother more than you thought.
Ben walks back in just as you’ve pulled away, a t-shirt now thrown on and his bag in hand. Max is still staring at him, but more in awe than pure shock this time.
“Sorry for the - erm - reaction,” Max says, scratching the back of his head. “Just wasn’t exactly expecting to see you at my sister’s place.”
“All good, mate,” Ben says with a wave of his hand. “Y/N told me you’re a Chelsea fan. It’s nice to finally meet you.”
Max nods, obviously unable to form a sentence in response to that.
“You can stay if you want,” you say quietly to Ben. “The food’s not even here yet.”
He smiles at you but shakes his head, adjusting the strap of his bag. “No, you guys enjoy the food, I don’t want to intrude on your time together.”
You can tell by the way that Max is looking at you that he definitely does want Ben to intrude on your time together, as he undoubtedly has a million questions for him.
You’re not exactly wanting to beg your not-boyfriend to stay, but you don’t want to disappoint your brother, either. Luckily, Ben beats you to it.
“You know, Y/N mentioned you guys don’t have much of a plan for tomorrow,” Ben says to Max. “We don’t have a match, unfortunately, but we’ll be training until three or four. If you want to come around to Cobham then, I can give you a tour, introduce you to some of the boys. If you’re interested, that is.”
Max looks just about ready to pass out, but he manages to nod his head a few times and look to you for approval.
“That’s really nice of you, Ben,” you say, your heart thumping in your chest. “Are you sure?”
“Of course,” Ben smiles at you. “It’s no trouble. I can send a car for you around three?”
Your brain is playing a constant loop of the same little mantra: You’re perfect. I like you so much. I want to be with you.
Basically, everything you’re too afraid to tell him.
It’s difficult to ignore it for long enough to nod and smile back at him, but you manage.
“Thank you, that sounds perfect.”
Ben nods and presses a quick kiss to your cheek - keeping it PG in front of your brother - before heading for the door.
“See you tomorrow,” he says with another grin that belongs on the cover of a magazine before exiting.
When he leaves, both you and Max collapse on the sofa, overwhelmed by Ben Chilwell for entirely different reasons.
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As promised, a car shows up outside your flat at 3PM sharp the next day to take you and Max to Cobham.
You’ve never seen your younger brother this excited in your entire life - not even when your parents surprised you with a trip to Disney World when you were kids. He’s practically shaking with excitement by the time the car pulls up to the training ground, parking among the many fancy sports cars.
You enter the building, and both Ben and Mason are standing in the entranceway to greet you and escort you past security.
“Holy shit,” Max murmurs to you while the guys are still out of hearing distance. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
You smile as Ben rushes over to you and pulls you in for a quick hug before turning to your brother.
“Nice to see you again, mate,” Ben says with a grin. He beckons Mason over, and the midfielder comes and greets you with a quick hug as well. “Mason felt like hanging around for a bit, cool if he joins us for the tour?”
Once again, Max is left speechless - Mason is one of his all-time favourite players. You know how huge this is for him.
“Chilly told me you’re a big Chelsea fan, that’s awesome,” Mason smiles. “You wanna go see the training pitch? I think a few of the boys are still out back there.”
“That would be amazing,” Max says, nodding eagerly.
For the next hour, you mostly stand back and watch as your brother’s wildest fantasies come to life. All the players still around give him a warm welcome, even kicking the ball around with him for a bit.
While Ben shows him around the facility afterward, playing tour guide and happily answering all of his questions, you hang back a bit and chat with Mason.
“This was so nice of you guys,” you say, gesturing to Ben and Max up ahead. “You don’t have to stay, though, I’m sure you’ve got other things to do.”
“I don’t mind hanging around a bit longer, he’s a good kid,” Mason shrugs. “Plus, Ben made it very clear to the whole team at training that anyone who didn’t have plans was to stay and give your brother the best day of his life.”
Your knees feel a bit weak and your brain turns to mush as you look over at Ben, who is showing Max some old trophies. You can’t believe how above and beyond he went today just to make your brother - and by extension, you - happy.
“That’s so sweet,” you breathe, not even realizing that you’re staring at Ben with major heart eyes until Mason nudges your shoulder.
“I know you guys aren’t official,” Mason says quietly, ensuring you aren’t overheard. “But the man won’t shut up about you. I’ve never seen him like this over a girl. Just thought you should know.”
You know you’re blushing like crazy - you always seem to be rosy-cheeked in Ben’s presence these days - so you don’t bother trying to put up a front for Mason. Besides, Charlotte seems to be really into him, so you figure he’s trustworthy.
“I do want more with him,” you admit, and you realize this is the first time you’re saying those words out loud. “I’m just scared, honestly. I haven’t liked someone this much…probably ever.”
“You should tell him how you feel,” Mason encourages you. “He’s had bad luck with relationships in the past, but I can tell how much he likes you. He just needs a little push.”
Before you can respond, Max runs over to you with Ben right behind him.
“You ready to go?” you ask Max, trying to avoid eye contact with Ben while you get your feelings under control.
“Yeah, Ben offered to drive us back to yours in his Lambo,” Max says excitedly.
As much as you desperately need to be anywhere but with Ben right now, needing some time to reflect upon Mason’s words and your burgeoning feelings, you can’t deny your brother this either.
You nod and follow Ben and Max toward the car park, Mason giving you a supportive shoulder squeeze as you say goodbye.
The drive home is uneventful - you let Max sit in the front with Ben, who you’re pretty sure is now his personal hero, if he wasn’t already.
When Ben drops you off, he walks you to your door, because of course he has to be a gentleman today too.
“You’d better hop in the shower and start getting ready,” you say to Max as soon as you unlock the door. “We have a dinner reservation soon.”
Max nods, the grin on his face showing no sign of disappearing any time soon.
“Thanks for everything, Ben, that was fucking amazing,” Max says.
You elbow your brother playfully in the ribs. “Language.”
“I’m sixteen!”
Ben laughs and nods at Max. “Any time, bro. You’ll have to come up for a match sometime soon.”
Max nods eagerly before heading to the washroom and leaving you and Ben alone in the doorway.
He’s awkwardly shifting his weight, perhaps unsure if he should come in or not, so you decide to break the silence.
“Thank you for everything today,” you say sincerely. “You could’ve just given him a signed kit or something, but you went above and beyond. I haven’t seen him this happy since our dad died.”
“Of course,” Ben says softly, taking a small step toward you. “I would do anything for you, Y/N.”
All you want to do right now is lean in and kiss him and never let him go. It’s crazy how rapidly your feelings for this man have grown - how you couldn’t see yourself in any relationship a couple months ago, and now it’s all you think about.
But you also know that you were the one who told Ben you didn’t want anything serious. You were the one who underestimated how much you would grow to care for him, how he would touch your soul in ways you didn’t know possible.
So if he doesn’t feel the same way, if this has to end, you’ll be the only one to blame for your broken heart.
“Look, Ben,” you sigh, running a hand through your hair. “I…I know we agreed to keep things casual and breezy, and I know we’re both busy with work, but I’m not sure I can do…this anymore.”
“What do you mean?” Ben asks, panic written all over his face. “You want to…end this?”
“No,” you say quickly. “No, god, that’s the opposite of what I want. I want to be with you, Ben. I want to be your girlfriend, I want to make breakfast with you on Sunday mornings, I want to hang on to this feeling.”
He looks at you with wide eyes, his expression hard to read, and you continue to ramble.
“I know I’m the one who said I didn’t want a relationship right now, and maybe you still don’t, so I completely understand if you-“
Before you register what’s happening, Ben takes another step toward you and cups your face in both hands, his lips descending on yours.
You kiss him back with equal fervour, your hands reaching up to comb through his soft dark hair. His body is warm against yours as his arms move to wrap around your waist and hold you tighter.
“Ben,” you moan against his lips, unable to bring yourself to pull away completely. “What are you-“
“I want that too, Y/N,” he says breathlessly, pulling back but still holding you close. “You have no idea how much.”
Your heart is beating wildly as you look into his eyes - those damn eyes that appear blue or green depending on the light and you can only describe as the colour of the ocean, that got you into trouble in the first place, that you could spend hours getting lost in.
“Really?” you ask quietly.
Ben nods, smiling and pressing another peck to his lips.
“I would’ve said something sooner, but I thought you didn’t want anything serious,” he says. “I was trying to respect that, but these past weeks have been…”
“Perfect,” you finish, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “It’s been amazing, Ben.“
“I know we’re both still busy, and I’ll have to go to the states next month for the summer friendlies, but I really want to give this a go,” Ben admits. “What do you think?”
You beam at him and lean in so your foreheads are pressed together.
“I think I really wanna be your girlfriend, Ben Chilwell.”
Ben’s smile is blinding as he leans in to kiss you again, then again and again.
“Great, cause I really wanna be your boyfriend, Y/N Y/L/N.”
When Max comes out of the shower and finds you two still making out in the doorway, he just laughs and raises an eyebrow.
“Is Ben coming to dinner then?” Max asks, making you and Ben break apart in embarrassment, Ben wiping your lip gloss off his face.
“He’s welcome to come to dinner if he wants,” you smile, nudging Ben’s hip with yours. “That is, if he’s not sick of us yet.”
Ben shakes his head and presses another kiss to your lips, making Max groan in disgust.
“Sorry mate, really wouldn’t wanna watch someone snog my sister in front of me either,” Ben chuckles, tossing Max his car keys. “You wanna drive?”
Max’s eyes light up as he catches the keys, and you turn to glare at your boyfriend.
But then you remember he’s now your boyfriend, and you can’t bring yourself to look particularly angry.
“He’s sixteen, Ben,” you reprimand him in a light tone. “He’s not driving your Lamborghini.”
“Just around the block?” Max pleads.
You take a deep breath before nodding in approval, and Max races past you and down to the car.
“You know, I think this is going to be the best day of his whole life,” you tell Ben as the two of you follow Max downstairs, his arm around your waist. “Nothing is ever topping this for him.”
“Well, I don’t know about that,” Ben smiles, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head. “But I’m pretty sure it’s the best day of mine.”
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