It's show day again, Tim McGraw is hosting tonight. Bill and I are walking to the studio now, and everything is normal, that is until we walk into Kristen's dressing room. Everyone's eyes are on us, and my smile falls. I step away from Bill, and the mood changes between us, and I know he can feel it too.
"Meredith, I tried to go to your apartment after I left the studio last night, but you weren't there. Where were you?" She asks me, and Fred rolls his eyes, taking a drink of his coffee at the same time. John doesn't look up, he knows about everything, so it doesn't phase him when he sees Bill and I together. Since the day Erica showed up with Bill, everyone has known. They heard the words come from my mouth, they heard me confess that Bill and I are sleeping together, and nothing else was said because they all thought it was a one-night stand. Little do they know.
"Bill's apartment." I look at Bill and he has a grin on his face, knowing he's won because I've admitted everything to everyone.
"Ooooooo, go Meredith!" Kristen says and I shoot her a look.
"Not like that, get that out of your head." I point to all of them, and Kristen pretends to zip her lips. John scoots over, making a place for Bill to sit, but he holds a finger up as his phone starts ringing.
"Give me just a second. I'll be right there." He says and walks out the door, speaking into his phone. "I'm leaving Kristen's dressing room now." I hear his voice as he walks down the hallway, and now I'm alone with John, Fred, Kristen, and Seth.
"Can you please tell me what the hell happened after the show two weeks ago?" Kristen asks.
"Meredith has been very busy." John jokes, and I give him a pleading look, begging him to stop making fun of me for this.
"I haven't been busy at all. Do you remember the first time we all went out together?" I ask them, and they all nod.
"I know you guys noticed I was gone, and Bill was gone too, and that's because we went to his apartment and hooked up, and before you guys get any ideas it's just sex, nothing is happening between us." I point a finger at them, and they nod. "It happened again, and it's just kind of been happening since then, and it's just fun. We agreed, it's not a big deal." I shrug, and Seth is smirking as he looks up to me. "What are you smirking about Seth?" I ask, knowing exactly what he's about to say.
"I knew you guys would end up together somehow." He admits, and I groan.
"It's not like that, we're not even friends." I tell him, and Kristen shakes her head.
"We're not going to say anything, Meredith. You can admit that you like him, or that you think of him as a friend, or maybe something more." She insinuates with her voice, and I shake my head.
"We're nothing alike, there is nothing to like." I lie, and John is staring at the wall, completely zoned out. "He knows who he is, and I'll admit that he is a total sweetheart, I'm not at all." I tell them, and Fred leans closer to me.
"Meredith, he's-" His voice gets cut off by Bill's.
"He's what, Fred?" Bill asks as he stands in the doorway.
"Nothing, what's up?" I ask, and he nods.
"Meredith, can I see you for a second? There someone here who wants to meet you." He tells me, and I furrow my brows. Who would want to meet me? I stand from the couch, and walk out of the room, ignoring the strange feeling in my stomach as I walk. He walks me down the busy hallway to his dressing room, and I look up to him as he smiles. "What are you guys talking about?" He asks, and I shake my head.
"We're not really talking, it's more of them interrogating me. It was nothing. Who am I-" I ask as he opens his door, and there is a man and woman talking to Lorne. "Who is this?" I whisper, and he smirks, hearing the panic in my voice. I'm going to kill him if this is who I think this is.
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The Write Match // Bill Hader
FanfictionMeredith Elliot, a writer who gets hired by Saturday Night Live, is a hardworking, determined woman who will not let anyone get in her way. She loves the excitement of writing something new every week, but there is one thing she cannot stand about i...
