Unexpected (James Phelps x Reader)

1.18

I'd if this song fits but to me, it does on some level idk.

"James?" I started. "Hm?" He put down his book. "What is this?" I asked. "What is what?" He looked at me trying to see what I was looking at. "Us. What are we?" I asked again.

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"What do you mean?" He asked. "Uhm... What is going on between us? What is this?" I repeated the same question.

"Oh." He said. "What do you want it to be, y/n?" James asked. "All I know is that it feels good to be with you." I said quietly.

"Are we just fooling around or are we getting into something more serious?" I stated the question more concretely. "Fooling around?" He repeated after me. "Yeah." I kept staring at the ceiling.

"I wouldn't rush this conversation if I wasn't leaving soon. But I am and I just thought that maybe it'd be good to know where we're at." "Do you want to just fool around?" He asked. "Can you please answer my question first, James?" I pushed him. My nerves were on the edge at that moment. I just had to know.

"I think I'm quite old for..." He didn't finish the sentence. "I'm sorry for not making this clear for you earlier..." James sighed, confusing me completely. I turned to my side to look at him. "Making what clear?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

I was scared as hell that he'd say something that'd hurt me. That he'd say I was naive catching feelings. That I didn't mean as much to him as he meant to me. He kept staring at me wanting to say something but wouldn't seem to find the right words.

"Making what clear, James?" I asked again in an irritated tone of voice.  "I don't know exactly how to put this, y/n. It's just that..."

"Will you drive me home?" I asked quietly, not looking at him. I felt so stupid. Of course he didn't feel anything. I was a child to him. Why would he ever want to be with me? Long-distance relationship... What was I thinking?

"What?" James asked. "Nevermind I'll take a cab." I got up from the bed and started searching for my clothes. James was just watching me. "Y/n, what are you doing? Can I just say what I wanted to say?" "I get it, James. It's okay I just don't wanna be here." I smiled sourly. He had an expression of complete disbelief on his face. "Have you seen my bra?" I asked.

James got up and walked towards me while I was sliding into my jeans. He grabbed my shoulders to stop me. I inhaled deeply. "Can you let go of me?" I asked. "I can't take any more of this game. I just wanna go." I said looking down. My voice was low and I was talking slowly so I wouldn't break.

"Look at me." James said so I looked at him. His eyes were sad and his brows furrowed creating wrinkles on his forehead. His lips seemed thinner than usual and overall the worried expression was making him look older. I ran my hand down his cheek.

"I get it okay? Don't worry." I closed my eyes. "You didn't get anything y/n. What I was trying to say is that I'm too-" "You think you're too old for me I get it blah blah. Can I go now?" "Will you let me speak?" He pressed my shoulders a little stronger to gain my attention. I shut up puckering my lips angrily.

"I was going to say that I think I'm too old for just fooling around." He stated loudly.

"So then why are yo-"

"The reason I was spending time with you was that I think you're amazing." I narrowed my eyes at him unsure of where his speech was going. "I like you and I like spending time with you. I wasn't sure if you'd find it appropriate or like what you'd say but I guess it doesn't matter anymore." "What are you talking about?"