Friends without benefits

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Y/N’s POV

I turn off the shower and slowly get out. I grab the white towel and softly drape it around my body securing it just above my chest. I look at myself in the mirror and after removing whatever makeup was leftover and applying moisturiser, I get straight to drying my hair. When I decide that my hair is dry, I turn off the hairdryer and exit the bathroom.

The hotel room has a faint warm glow to it, as the morning light is reflected off the sand coloured walls. The room is nicely decorated with a few paintings and various shades of soft browns all around. My favourite brown is, however, the messy head of hair that is settled on my best friends head. His face is sporting a focused look, as his eyes are fixed on his phone. He is sitting on the side of the bed with his elbows resting on his knees. I admire the view of him from the doorframe. He is clad in a plain white shirt and black jeans.

He has not heard me enter the room, and so I slowly bring my body to stand in front of his. I grab the phone that he was so interested in and with a start, he looks up at me. I smirk down at him with a cock of my eyebrow and laugh lightly as I move closer to him. It seems he has not noticed my choice of wardrobe until this very moment, as his eyes fall on the soft white material that covers my otherwise naked body.

We do not consider us “friends with benefits,” but simply friends who, on rare occasions, help each other out. That is what works for us. The only way it would have worked better, was if his face did not light up the whole room every time he smiled. Or if being embraced by him did not take away any trace of homesickness in an instant. Or if my body did not tingle every time he said my name.

Simply put, if I was not in love with him; but I am.

I swiftly drape my legs over his and carefully seat myself on his lap. He follows my every move and with a slight grin, he looks at my face as my hands find his shoulders.

“Are you wearing anything underneath?” he inquires.

“Have a look,” I answer, and slowly his hands find their way to my thighs, slowly running up towards my hips further up my sides to my ribs, and when he finally reaches the top he pushes his hands outwards to make the towel loosen and fall to his legs.

I am naked in front of him, and I am happy to be. His gaze wanders down over my skin as his hands fall to my hips again. He gently pulls me closer to him, and the second his eyes meet mine so does his lips.

He delicately kisses me, and my arms travel around his neck and my hands find the curls at the nape of his neck, as his hands trace the curves of my bare body. The air in the room is thick. My body is a butterfly cage and every part of it tingles at his touch.

I press closer to him, and as my hips reach his, he lets out a soft hum in response to the friction on his sex. I smile into the kiss and softly nibble on his bottom lip.

The kiss deepens, as I stay seated on his lap. Gently, I drag my hands down the centre of his torso to the hem of his shirt. I lift it slowly and find the button of his trousers. Right before I get the chance to open it, he grabs my hands. He looks at me and my eyes find his, unquestioningly bearing a puzzled expression.

“I’ve been thinking about all of this,” he says lowly, his face barely an inch from my own. His face is soft but serious. “I don’t want this to just be something… unimportant.”

I send him a look that urges him to continue.

“I don’t want ‘no strings attached’,” he continues, and my heart nearly implodes. Love. He wants love. He holds love. For me.

I smile faintly and bring my face closer to his. I kiss him shortly and pull back ever so slightly. Our eyes remain closed at the close proximity.

“I don’t want that either,” I almost whisper.

“What would you say, if I told you I wanted this to mean something?” I ask rhetorically and continue, “what would you say if I told you that this has been special for me all along?”

Finally, I ask him, my voice even lower: “what would you say, if I asked you to, rather than have sex with me, you make love to me?”

I bring myself to withdraw slightly and open my eyes. My heart falters, as my eyes meet his and are met by a look that screams ‘I can’t give you what you want.’ I pull away further from him, to get a better read of his face, but nothing changes. His pitiful eyes stay the same.

I am completely naked and, for the first time in his company, I hate it.

I find the edges of the towel, and scurry to pull it back over my blushing chest to cover my body. I purse my lips as I try to swallow the lump that has appeared in the back of my throat. I offer him a sad and almost shameful smile.

“Then you say, ‘that’s not what I meant’,” I conclude, responding to my own question with a highly unexpected answer. I let out a short breathy laugh as I look away. I clench my jaw to try and keep the embarrassment and disappointment from showing. I breathe in a sharp deep breath and let it out quickly in a huff. I swiftly scoot from his lap. His eyes follow me and his parted lips occasionally move slightly to indicate that he wants to say something, but is simply at a loss for the right thing to say.

What should he say in this situation? ‘I’m sorry you love me?’ No, no.

I look at him again shortly, with an attempted smile to signal ‘it’s okay, it’s not your fault,’ and just as soon my eyes hit the floor again. He hasn’t moved from the spot, but his entire posture is seeming to crave my touch to comfort me, but nothing happens.

The air is getting heavier by the second, and I decide to leave his gaze by making my way back to the bathroom with a low “I should get dressed,” leaving my slightly shaky lips.

I close the door behind me and as I turn to the mirror, I grab a hold of the edge of the sink. Shame and sorrow wash over me and every butterfly drowns in it. I squeeze my eyes closed and scrunch up my nose. I cannot believe I just did that.

I open my eyes a few moments later. I see my flushed chest in the mirror and gradually raise my gaze to my face. When at last I am looking myself in the eyes, my bottom lip quivers and my vision turns blurry.

He does not love me.

I hear shuffling outside of the room which is shortly followed by a tap on the door.

“I’m so sorry. Please come out,” he presses gingerly. My head drops and my grip on the sink seems to be the only thing holding me up.

“It’s fine, really. It… It is what it is,” I stammer, trying to keep my voice as clean and unaffected as possible.

“It’s not fine, come on. Please just come out from there, I-.” He is interrupted by the sound of his ringtone emitting from across the room on the nightstand, where I left his phone. He has a few meetings today, so he has to answer his phone.

“Hey. Yeah, yeah, I know. Now? Can it wait, like, 10 minutes? No, I know, I know. I’ll be right down. Bye.” He hangs up the phone and I hear more shuffling before he is at the door again.

“The meeting was moved up, so I have to go.” His voice is soft and timid. I can sense the sadness easily.

“Alright, have fun,” I say as nonchalantly as I can muster.

He sighs just loud enough for me to hear it, and I do the same.

For a moment, I am unsure of whether he has left yet, but he must have simply taken a moment to think about what to say, to make the situation better. He comes up short, “I’ll see you when I get back, yeah? I’m sorry.”

“See you, and really, it’s okay,” my voice breaks at the final word and I have to take a deep breath, in case I have to speak again. I do not, luckily.

“Bye,” he lets out and I hear his feet start towards the door to the hallway. The door is opened and just a few seconds later it falls closed.

I look at the tear-filled eyes that are staring back at me in the mirror, as my body seems to become ten times heavier.

“This is why you don’t tell people you love them.”

A/N: Thank you for reading this piece of yuck that went in several different directions, I hope you enjoyed it! Feedback is more than welcome, so if you feel like it, come on by! Again, thank you!

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a/n: : )))))))))) i also don’t know if this or the google doc version is the most updated version of this so like if something doesn’t make sense just roll with it k thanxz

The knock on the door interrupts you from your rampant search around your little townhouse for your missing left shoe. You hobble to the door, swinging it open probably too eagerly, to find a sweet, smiling Shawn in black jeans and a speckled short-sleeved dress shirt holding a bouquet of daisies and tulips. Your cheeks rosy up as you notice his eyes travel down your body, and he lets out a small laugh when he notices your bare feet.

“Hey, Y/n,” Shawn greets you by pulling you into a side hug as to not mush the flowers. “You look absolutely beautiful.”

“Thank you,” You say as you pull away, looking at the flowers. “Are these for me?”

“Yeah, I didn’t know what kind of flowers you liked, so I asked my sister, and she said these were a safe bet.” He explains, handing you the bouquet. You bring the flowers up to your nose and take in the sweet smell before stepping aside to let Shawn in.

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“If you don’t say anything, Shawn’s never going to realise how his best friend is so in love with him,” Shay tells me, curling the last strand of her hair before flicking it over her shoulder. Her eyes meet mine in the bathroom mirror.

“There’s no point. We have a great thing going and if I told him how I really felt- it would just ruin our whole friendship.” I scowl, annoyed at my lack of faith in myself to just tell Shawn how I feel.

“Y/n. I swear you may be book smart but you are not boy smart.” She giggles and I look at her questionably. 

“Excuse you, but I have a lot of knowledge on boys-”

“Oh honey,” Shay coos, patting my hand that was resting on the bench. “You both are actually so cute.” 

“What do you mean?” I start to pack up the make up brushes that Shay had been using.

“You’re into him. He’s definitely into you. You’re both too scared to tell each other how you feel. It pains me to watch the both of you together.” 

“He’s not into me.” I don’t look at her but I feel her turn to look at me. 

“Alright, listen. Tonight at the party. Shawn is going to be there and so are you. You’re going to go right up to him and tell him how you feel.” She holds my shoulders in a tight grip, forcing me to meet her eyes. “He leaves for tour day after next so if things really fuck up you won’t have to see him- deal?”

I nod hesitantly, stomach flipping at the prospect of what I was about to do.

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Do any of you know what a finsta is?

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