Frank (subway surfers) x reader

Chapter 9: One Bed (Part One)

When I was younger, I always wanted to live in New York. It was my dream. I always wanted to be a famous something. Of course, that was unrealistic because of the fact that I didn't even know what I wanted to be famous from. So technically I achieved one of my childhood dreams, which was moving to New York and living a happy life. Which is how I ended up in this situation. Being forced to share a twin-sized bed with my enemy of a neighbor that despises me. But also lets me sleep peacefully in his arms. And looks at me like I'm more than just some random weirdo. That's what enemies do, right? 

Frank makes himself at home in my room as I change into my pajama shorts and a random big t-shirt. I try to force myself to not think of Frank undressing slowly out of his fancy suit and his muscles flexing to grab his shirt, him making a small grunt at the tense muscles, his shorts just coming down to the tip of his V-line down to his- 

A knock at the door. 

"Y/n? Are you okay? I heard a weird noise from in there." Frank sounds terrified. 

"Yes! Yes..." My red face is mortified in the mirror. I think the 'weird noise' Frank heard was my moan.

"My phone just fell!" I yell back, hoping that he doesn't realize that my phone is sitting in the bedroom. 

I finish getting ready, taking my time attempting to cool my red face down from embarrassment.

Walking out of the bedroom, I did not know what to expect. Would he be wearing a shirt? Would he look uncomfortable? Would he be sprinting out of the door after seeing me try to look good in my revealing shorts and messy hair?

But what I did see was completely unexpected. 

He had fallen asleep reading a book while cuddling with Claudia. 

As to not awaken the sleeping princess, I quietly and slowly walked out of the doorway and peered over him to see which book he had chosen from my bookshelf that sat across from my bed. 

"Pride and Prejudice. Ever the romantic."  I whispered to myself, enjoying the view of the cute bookworm cuddled up with my cat while wearing...reading glasses? I finally noticed the small but useable glasses that were slipping down his crooked nose, showing that this man did have an imperfection after all. The worst part was that it made me imagine slowly taking off his glasses and pressing my lips onto his nose, mouth, eyelids, neck, everything. 

I barely move, forcing myself to not breathe to make sure I can stay here and let myself stare at him and see his sheer beauty. From his messy eyebrows, that big and crooked nose, Franks' dainty eyelashes curl up towards the sky while his thin line of a mouth is settled into a neutral position, he looks so serious. The small round cheeks with his pale skin that has an echo of golden surrounding him- his aura, you could say. I want to and do stare at him for what feels like is seconds, but a look at my clock shows that it's been about fifteen minutes. I feel like a stalker, but I've never had the chance to get a look at him and drink in all of his factual beauty. 

His eyes flutter open and I scramble to get off my knees and away from the side of the bed. His smile makes my heart flutter and drops from the sheer embarrassment of it all. I was staring at my enemy neighbor- wait was he really an enemy though? I didn't have time to ponder this because I realized that I just got caught staring at him. When I look back at the man, I am surprised to see his face becoming beet-red as well when he scrambles to shut the book and tear off his glasses. 

 I decide to do the thing that only a sensible person would do. Tease him. 

"Pride and Prejudice, eh? I didn't peg you as the hopeless romantic type." I say in the snarkiest voice I can muster. 

"No, you haven't pegged me. At least not yet." He looks at me with a delicious stare from the bottom of my feet to the top of my head, pausing at my thighs and across my curves.  I feel my body responding to the intense stare. 

I want to cower back and cover-up, but I force myself to stand up straighter and wink at him with a sleazy smile. 

"Is it my turn to call you a prick?" Frank sits up and I see that he has taken to wearing shorts and no shirt to sleep. Oh god.