She Makes Him (Brian x reader)

17.

It was the next day, 8:45 a.m. on the seventh of June. You were making coffee, at the studio for everyone as Ollie was back in the room, taking notes. You remembered to try and put "One and three-seventh sugars" into Roger's cup, but you made Brian's coffee with a ton of milk, knowing he'd hate it because he likes his coffee black.

"I've got coffee!" You announced as you came through the door, holding all six cups in your hands.

"Oh, thank you, dearie." Freddie thanked, quickly taking your cup out of your hands, thinking it's his.

"Oh, actually that was-" You were going to tell him, but then you saw his mouth around the lid. "Okay and never mind."

"Thank you, honey." Ollie smiled, taking his cup before giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"You got it!" You smiled back before facing John. "This one's yours." You told him, staring intensely at one of the cups so he knew which one you were referring to.

"Thank you, Y/n." John gently smiled, taking his cup with both hands and immediately taking a sip.

Then you turned to the next person, and there was Brian. Standing there, tall, annoyed at Ollie and you, and overall; hot as shit.

"Yours is the one on my right." You informed, trying not to be awkward after last night.

"For reminding me what butterflies feel like." That sentence hadn't left your mind since last night. You kept wondering if he meant it, what he wanted to come out of it, and why he dared say anything about his theoretical feelings for you.

"Thanks." He said, taking the cup and looking at you with a dead face.

He looked as if he was over everything and wanted to die. But neither of those were true. It was quite odd to see this side of Brian, the jerk-irritated side that you had never seen before.
Once he got his cup, he walked back over into the box along with the rest of the band as you and Ollie sat down on the couch to take more pictures and write more notes.

*time skip*

After, when the band was done recording and you and Ollie were done taking notes, you and Ollie were heading back to your hotel room, through the lobby when the receptionist called out.

"Wait!" She called out, making you and Ollie turn your heads. "Are you on the third floor?"

"Yeah?" Ollie replied, questioning why the receptionist was asking.

"I'm so sorry about this, but we found mole." She informed you, genuinely sounding sorry.

"Oh." You said, trying to find something to do. "Well can we book another room?" You asked.

"Again, so sorry."

"What?"

"We're booked."

"Damn it."

"Don't be mad, please?"

"We're not mad." Ollie swooped in for you.
"We'll find someplace else." He added, holding your shoulder and leading you towards the door, calming you down.

"Wait, what about our stuff?" You asked him, realizing both you and Ollie's bags were up there.

"Oh, right." He nodded, before turning around. "What about our stuff in the room?" He asked the receptionist.

"Uhm..." She stalled, trying to find time. Then the phone rang. "Oh, so sorry! Let me take this!" She said before quickly answering the phone and getting away from your question.