My Brothers Friend

7. The following days

It's been a couple of days since Ethan moved out and you're starting to get to grips of how life is going to be as an only child. The guys have been at the house every single day just chilling, sometimes with you and sometimes alone. But you've realised Q has been on your mind, a whole lot, a concerning amount some would say. You're always checking your phone to see if he's texted or called, its beyond obsessed now but you cant help it. He's such a special guy.

Tonight the guys are coming over for some drinks and to watch the baseball so they can be as loud as they want in the empty house. As you're cleaning up the house in a cute gym set consisting of cycling shorts and a sports bra there's a knock at the door. You walk over to see Q standing at the door with some beer. You open it and greet him

'oh hey, you're here early'

'Oh the guys not here yet?' He asks

'Nope not yet but come in its fine' You blush

He walks in and goes straight to the living room to place the beers on the table. He sits himself on the sofa as you continue to clean the living room. As you turn around you catch him staring at you

'Hey what's there to be staring at'

He licks his lips and gives you a small smirk

'nothing nothing, carrying on cleaning' he chuckles. You smile and turn back around to finish the last part of the living room before walking to the kitchen to wash the last few dishes.

'So how have you been feeling since Ethan left' Q shouts while walking towards the kitchen

'Ive been fine, first day was just panic but I've been alright honestly'

'Yea that's good, can we talk about that quickly'

You roll your eyes and look at him as you continue washing the dishes.

'Look im not trying to bother you or whatever, I care about you a whole lot, like I said im so so into you, I wanna know about the anxiety so I can help' he says softly 

you take a deep breath before finishing the dishes and sitting yourself on the counter opposite him

'Fine sure, its just a bit of worry and paranoia, I constantly worry about what people are thinking about me to the point it effects my entire life, ill say something to someone and ill stick in my head the entire day thinking I sounded stupid, I get paranoid about everything, I get myself into a mess with the anxiety and panic attacks so my doctors suggested meds. Last time I was alone for the week I was rushed to hospital because my neighbour checked on me and found me passed out on the floor by the front door. I had a major panic attack I stopped breathing and my heart was racing for 6 hours. Thats why Ethan said I cant be alone here, there'

Q looks at you with eyes full of sympathy 

'don't look at me like im an abandoned puppy' you point at him

'well im glad you've told me, you can talk to me about anything or if you need any help' he places a hand on your leg. You look at him, cheeks blushing and your face feeling warm.

'I know, thank you' you smile and he smiles back. The tension between the two of you is insane, he turns you on so much but there's no way you're going to make the first move. 

Q stands up opposite you. Placing himself between your legs as you sit with them open on the counter. He places one hand to the side of you and one on your cheek. He moves his hand down to around your neck as he pulls you in for a kiss. Your eyes widen but you go with it. You place one hand on his chest and the other on his cheek. He moves his hand from the counter to your waist, gripping it as the kiss becomes more intense. both of your breathing gets heavy as the kiss turns passionate. You start to pull up at Q's t shirt trying to lift it up to which he allows.