She Makes Him (Brian x reader)

3.

Eventually you were all meeting at the airport at 5 in the morning to go to Waterbury. So far, the company you worked for was loving the writing you were sending in, it was like gold. But the more you were around Brian the harder it got to keep the platonic relationship rule. Roger had made many passes at you since you first met, but you didn't care about that. You wanted poodle boy, and poodle boy alone.

"This is bloody exhausting." Freddie sighed at the gate, rubbing his eyes.

"I like the being here early." John smiled. "It's not very crowded, the little stores are freshly stocked-" Then he noticed the four of you were looking at him like 'My body hasn't even sent hunger signals to my brain yet. Don't.' Then he got quiet.

"I'm going to make a coffee run." Brian exclaimed. "Who wants what?" He asked.

"I'll have a cup, black." Freddie said.

"I'm okay." John assured.

"I'll have a cup with one and three-seventh sugars please." Roger smiled.

"Wait- what?" Brian asked, trying to figure it out in his head.

"One and three-sevenths." Roger repeated.

"That doesn't make any fucking sense." Brian said, putting his hands on his hips.

"I wrote it down, I think I know what he means." You interrupted. "I'll come."

As you two were walking to the closest cafe, you couldn't stop glaring at him. You didn't think he noticed, but he did and smiled.

"I'll order." You said, stepping up to the counter.

"I'll pay." Brian added, pulling out his wallet.

"Sounds like a plan." You smiled, finding your choice of words funny.

He didn't find it funny, but he found the fact that you found it funny was cute.

*time skip*

On the plane, you and Brian were next to each other with an open seat on the isle. You were at the window and Brian was in the middle. At the row behind you, Freddie was at the window behind you, John was in the middle, and Roger was in the isle seat. You were reading over scraps you wrote of conversations, trying to figure out what to edit out and what to keep, but you felt your eyelashes become weighted. You stopped yourself from blinking, and did it again, and once again. But then, pow.

Lights out.

Your head leaned over and fell on Brian's shoulder which woke him up. He felt you on his shoulder, made sure he didn't move to wake you up, and slowly moved his eyes over to see you. His cheeks became a shade of pink. He blinked with hesitation debating if he should lean back onto you or not. But he decided.
Then Brian leveled down his shoulder a tad, and rested the side of his head on the top of yours, he thought he could stay like that forever.

But about thirty minutes later, you woke up, but didn't move immediately. You noticed where you were, and felt his head on top of yours. You wanted to take this position in, so you just sat there with your head on his shoulder and his head resting on yours. That is until you landed, then you pretended to still be asleep.

*time skip*

When you arrived in Waterbury, you were all at the same hotel, but you and Brian are the two biggest night owl's, causing you to get bored and wonder into his room.

"When did you start playing guitar?" You asked, jotting things down in your notepad.

"I was around seven," He told you. "But I did start playing the ukulele when I was like, six."