𝗘𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗟𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 [ 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 ] ❜

𝐼𝑡 𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝐴 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑡𝑒

𝐼𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ - 𝑌/𝑁 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑢𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟.

Inspired by: It Only Takes A Minute ~ Take That

This one was requested by MsMercury005 so I hope you enjoy it 🤍

♡'･ᴗ･'♡♡'･ᴗ･'♡♡'･ᴗ･'♡♡'･ᴗ･'♡

Winter's gonna turn to spring

And you haven't accomplished a thing

So baby can't you make me just a little time

Cause you never know what's on my mind

A pub, London, 2005
(This is set before the reunion!)

Was the pub really the best place to go, Y/N had thought to herself, after having your heartbroken?

No was the simple answer, yet here she was, sat in the busiest bar in Soho at 11pm with a single glass of whiskey as company.

What a difference a month makes, she reflected bitterly, taking a long, thoughtful swig of the whiskey while watching some horny couple making out in the corner. It was a tad gross, but she couldn't tear her eyes away. That had been her life up until a month ago.

Jamie had left her, no, that was being too kind. He'd cheated on her, five times, then left her, without even an apology. It had been heartbreaking, yes, but nothing was worse than knowing they'd been together for 5 years, and he'd been with two other women the entire time. Dick.

So caught up in her memories, she almost didn't notice her own tears, or the hand that had rested itself on her shoulder. Almost.

A spark jolted up her spine at the contact. The hand shook her shoulder gently.

"Are you alright, love?" Sucking in sharply, Y/N twisted in her seat to face the voice. For a spilt second, the world appeared to stop spinning on its axis, as her gaze met two shining, cerulean orbs. They seemed to almost dance under the gleaming lights of the bar.

"Um yes I'm fine, t-thank you." His mouth was pressed worriedly, in a thin line, but the ghost of a smirk played on his lips too, starting a heat somewhere in her groin.

"You don't look fine to me." She rolled her eyes, almost playfully, trying to cover the effect that the authenticity of the strangers concern was having on her.

"Very deceptive of you." He chuckled, the sound emitted deep from his body.

"Would a top up of that whiskey of yours make you feel any better?" Now it was Y/N's turn to smirk.

"Are you offering to buy me a drink, sir?"

"Indeed I am. What'd you say?"  The offer was tempting, but the reminder that this man, this very attractive man, was only doing this because he felt sorry for her, forced her to hesitate. The stranger annoyingly picked up on this.