She Makes Him (Brian x reader)

6.

*time skip*
It had been four days since the kiss with Brian, you were in New York.

Brian was doing a very good job at acting like nothing had happened, and you were trying. But the problem was, you didn't know he remembered. You didn't hear the conversation he had with Freddie but you wondered what they did talk about.

The five of you were walking around, exploring the city when you all went into a bookshop. You loved reading but since you'd been so busy, you couldn't pick up a book and read much. You distanced yourself from the four them a little, and started wondering around the store. Then out of the corner of your eye, you saw To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee on the top shelf, and that was the last one in stock.

I'm getting that.

So once you stood on your tippy toes, you reached your hand up and before your arm could even get all the way in the air, Brian swooped next to you and got the book before you could do anything.

"Oh, thank-" You started to say before realizing he was getting the book for himself. "No fair. I set eyes on it first."

"Did you?" He asked, squinting his eyes and increasingly making his voice higher.

"Well, maybe not." You admitted, putting your hands on your hips. "But give me it."

"You really want it?" He asked, almost teasing you. What those four words did to you couldn't and can't be described.

"Yes." You sighed, wishing you were in different context when you said that.

He nodded then began leaning over you to put the book back on the shelf.

My god, he smells good.

"Did you- did you just...sniff me?" Brian asked, backing up slowly almost smiling at the fact.

"No." You said, looking him dead in the eye knowing very well you did.

He chuckled, and didn't even say anything. He just walked away, but before he turned the corner to go into another isle he turned and looked back at you, then shaking his head and walking away again.

*time skip*

It was two in the morning, the concert they had earlier was long over and the place was deserted. You were laying on top of the piano, looking at the ceiling as Brian was trying to do a challenging riff on his guitar he wrote. Why you two were in the stadium wasn't identified, but that's okay. You were happy to be with him. As you almost zoned out, you heard him mess up again, then you heard him grunt.

"I'm assuming no progress?" You asked, sitting up so you could watch him.

"I can't get this bloody Eb note right." He exclaimed, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

Hot.

"I'm sure you'll get it." You said, trying to cheer him up.

"Yeah," He agreed. "In my grave." He added, chuckling to himself.

"Oh, stop it." You said, not letting yourself laugh at the joke because you wanted to cheer him up. "It's probably your hair." You excused.