Ben Chilwell one shots

Surgery

"You shouldn't be here. I don't like you to see me like this" Ben said, walking into his house with the crutches. "Ben, part of this is my job. And the other part just wants you to be fast recovered" you said, helping me lay on the sofa. "I know but-" "No buts, Benjamin. I'll make us dinner and stay here as much as needed" you said firmly and all he could do was nod. Seeing his best friend taking care of him while injured made him feel a kind of spark he wasn't sure what was.

You, being a nurse at the hospital Ben had the surgery, decided it will be better if you stayed with him 24/7, helping him around the house and with his knee physiotherapy. But aside from this, you just wanted to let him know you're there for him, you wanted to hug him so bad and tell him you loved him. But it couldn't do any good to him, he was frustrated and sad, he even thought of retiring.

"Still hurts?" You asked, interrupting him from scrolling on his phone. "A little" he replied. "Smells nice. What did you cook?" He asked, putting his phone down. "Your favourite pasta duh" you chuckled. "Mass's calling" he told you, then picked up his phone. You got up, going to steer the spaghetti once more, when you heard Ben cursing. "What happened?" You asked alerted. "Fuck fuck fuck" he groaned, teeth biting the pillow as he held his knee. "Ben, what happened? Talk to me" you said, kneeling in front of him. "Fuck it! I just had a-a cramp all of a sudden" his breath became normal again. "After you eat, you take the ache pills okay? It's okay now" you held his face in your hands, his eyes looking into yours. "It... hurts" he sighed, closing his eyes, letting tears fall down his cheeks. "Ben, Ben, it's alright. I'm here. Everything will be fine, you'll see" you smiled to him. "That's not the problem, Y/ n. The problem is that the girl I'm in love with has to see me all weak and has to take care of me like a baby!" He said angrier. "Dummy...I'm the only girl taking care... of... you" your laugh faded as you realised it was you. "Wish I told you earlier, but I was afraid of rejection" he sighed, looking again into your eyes. "Benjamin..." you said quietly and he swallowed a nervous lump in his throat. Whenever you said his full name it was something bad coming.

"It's fine, I get you don't want to be with somebody who can't even walk properly" he said, moving his face away from your hands and punching the pillow with his fist. "Or fuck you like you deserve" he added, blushing slightly. "Benjamin James Chilwell, I. Fucking. Love. You" you said, placing your hand on his. "I just didn't want to tell you now because you're emotional state is not that good" you explained. "I know. But you can help me with that. I always imagined how it would be to come home to you, held you in my arms, kiss the top of your head, you being the first person I see in the morning..." he confessed, making you cry, but you tried to hold your tears. "I love you" he whispered, cupping your cheeks and pressing a long sweet kiss against your lips. You moved to sit in front of him on the couch, hand pressing onto his strong chest you imagined falling asleep on and kissed him back.

"And about the fucking part, I think we've got solutions" you smirked when he pulled away. "Really? Ouch!" A frown of pain appeared instead of a smirk. "Gotta eat and take the pills, Ben" you said, getting up. "One last kiss?" He pouted. You leaned down, smiling into the kiss, then brought two plates of pasta.

"You're treating me like a king. That make you my queen" he smiled and you did the same.

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