Find Me in Paris - Frank One Shots

I Don't Care What's in Your Hair, I Just Wanna Know What's On Your Mind

Summary: Frank has been working tirelessly, on ends for weeks. Eventually, he lets y/n wash his hair for him.

A/N: omg the title fits so fucking well, it's from a Twenty Øne Piløts song, and it's almost 2 in the morning, and I'm standing in the middle of my bedroom floor, and I'm so fucking happy.
Update: I'm now actually writing this (or starting to) at 7 in the morning. 7! I'm not a morning person, repeat, I am not a morning person! 
Update 2: I realise that I was very sleep deprived in both of the previous updates, and would like to say sorry for the stupid updates.
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Y/n would often make jokes about being Frank's 'unofficial girlfriend'. She'd say that half the things she did, or is willing to do, for Frank goes way out of bounds of 'just friends'.

Truth be told, y/n cares about Frank more than she'll ever say - the title of 'unofficial girlfriend' gets people off her back, and she's often happy thinking that it tricks Frank into thinking that she doesn't like him like that.

But she does. She really does.

And Frank, the usually uptight and stoic guy, let her use this title. He always smiled at her. She had a way of always making the tension melt away from him. He was always at ease with her.

He'll never tell her how much it hurts when she calls herself his 'unofficial girlfriend'. He'd rather her just be his girlfriend, but he'd never say that out loud.
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One late evening, at around nine o'clock, y/n stopped by Frank's apartment. Yes it was late, but that's exactly why y/n was there - to make sure Frank wasn't still working.

Pinky and Clive had gone to a festival in 2038 for the month, but Frank had opted out to work on a project idea.

Y/n had also been away, but only for a week. Frank had just started to work on the idea when she left, and after calling him when she got back, she concluded that he was still working on it now.

That likely meant that Frank had slept very little over the week, if at all.

Y/n had only gotten the chance to stop by late in the evening, having been busy with other errands she had to catch up on during the day, but she was glad to finally be able to see how Frank's doing.

Entering his apartment, she saw Frank in the middle of the floor, his hair stuck together with what looked like semi-dried coffee. He was cross-legged with loads of papers scattered around him.

He looked tired, with dark bags under his eyes, and his skin looked paler than normal. He seemed thinner too, if only by a little bit, and y/n wondered if he'd taken any time to stop and eat.

"Y/n! Hi, it's so good to see you! How was your trip?" Frank greeted. He was joyful, but the action seemed taxing, and she could hear the lack of sleep in his voice.

"Hey Frankie, I'm great, you?" She responded in a soft tone.

For a second, there was a hint of anxiety in his eyes before he said "Great! I'm great!"

They both knew he was lying, and y/n gave a sharp, but sympathetic look, with one eyebrow raised.

Giving up, he looked down, then up again. "Yeah... ok, you're right." He gave her a tired smile. "I need to sleep... see me in the morning instead?" She gave a nod, "Good night." He smiled at her.

"You should really wash that out of your hair before you go to sleep." Y/n chimed before he left to his bedroom.

Frank gave a questioning look, which then flicked to understanding, then one of defeat, all in 0.2 seconds.

"Do I have to?"

"Yes!"

"Do I though?"