Yogscast/Hat Films One Shots

Reader x Lewis

TO THOSE WHO HAVEN'T READ A GENRE LIKE THIS BEFORE:

Y/N MEANS YOUR NAME, SO WHENEVER YOU SEE THIS, REPLACE IT WITH... YOUR NAME!

I wake up and stare at the ceiling above. I sigh, wishing that I could of stayed asleep, living longer in the dream of Lewis Brindley and me.

[Start of Flash Back]

It was a sunny day, a rare commodity in Bristol, and I had gone for a calm walk in the nearby park. I sat down on an old park bench, taking in the warm sunlight, staring at the passer-byers. I smiled with tranquility, before hearing a happy song in the background. The ice-cream truck. I turned my head around trying to locate the cold truck. I spot it just around a large oak tree, stopped for children and their parents to serve out the chilly treats. A smile creeps onto my face as I wonder over to the truck thinking about what I should get. I should get a (Insert favourite ice-cream flavour) as it is my favourite. On the way to the line I bump into a slender man, about average height. He had beautiful brown hair, with bright, beautiful brown eyes. He smiles, which makes me feel like putty, melting my heart. I blush and look down at the ground, twiddling with my fingers.

"Sorry, are you okay?" The man asks. He bends at the knees making eye contact with me at a weird angle. I look up at him to ease him from his awkward position and smile, a fine red still dusted on my face.

"Yes, sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." I apologise. He smiles.

"Don't worry about it. I'm Lewis." He reaches out his hand, which I take, shaking it firmly.

"Y/N, nice to meet you Lewis." I respond. Lewis looks over at the ice-cream truck, which was pulling away.

"Sorry, were you getting ice-cream?" He questions, leaving me staring at the ground in embarrassment.

"Yeah, but it's okay. It is a nice day, I can just walk over to a ice-cream shop."

"Are you coming Lewis? Duncan wants to play another round of football!" A bearded man shouts across the field. I look at Lewis' hands and sure enough he is holding onto a football.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your game. I will get going. Nice to meat you Lewis." I nod my head and go to turn around.

"Wait!" I turn my head and look towards the man who looks hesitant. "I know we just meet, but would you like to go for dinner with me?" I smile at him, and he returns it.

"I would love to." He looks surprised and happy, as he motions for me to follow him. We walk over to the other men who were yelling at Lewis moments before. Lewis begins to dig into his bag as a man introduces himself behind me, shocking me a little.

"Hello, I am Simon, who are you?" The bearded man asks, taking my hand and shaking it.

"Y/N." Simon nods.

"Nice to meet you, this is Duncan," He points towards a tall blond man, who waves to me. "Paul," The second man waves, and I must say, he has a wonderful beard. "Ross, Chris, and Alex," The trio stop doing what is occupying their time and smile, before going back to picking on Chris. "And finally Martyn and Chris." Simon finishes as the remaining two waves. Lewis pulls his phone out of his bag and rushes over to me, like he is worried if he isn't fast enough I will change my mind on going out with him.

"You want to put in your number?" He questions, bring a small laugh up to my lips.

"Of course." I put my number and contact information in, before returning the iPhone back. Lewis smiled and started texting. Moments later my phone quacked.