Mine? Forever?||Wilbur x reader

⟨lovejoy and mistakes⟩

”Well,, erm..”
You awkwardly announced that you were in front of your flat. What now? You don't really want to invite him in but you have no idea how to get him to leave you alone.
You kinda just opened the door and stepped inside. But before you could close it he got in as well. You sighed and closed the door. Guess there's no getting rid of him. The tall British male found his way to the couch, and your T.V. this may not end will. That was until you heard the start up to a song you've never heard before. Despite the fact that you listen to music practically 24/7. However, you do listen to songs you know we'll rather than ones you don't. It's fine, you decide that because he was a—quite forceful—guest in your home to just let him do his thing and play music.  These songs aren't half bad. You should ask him who made them.
So that's what you did.
”Hey uhm, Wilbur?”
”Yeah?”

His reply seemed like he was about to fall asleep.
”Who made the songs you're listening to? Just curious.”
You asked, trying not to make it seem like you were genuinely interested, even though you were.

”Oh? You're interested in this?”
You sweat dropped. ”Uhm- uh- m-maybe..?” you said with an uneven smile.
”Its by a band called Lovejoy, my band, Lovejoy.”  Wilbur said, a proud smile plastered onto his features.
This guy, this guy's in a band? What. How? When? You were cut off with the sudden memory of earlier today at the coffee shop.
”Thats cool and all Wilbur, but I have another question.”
”Oh?” his smile dropped, curious.
"Why did, you, uh, kiss me?”
Your face flushed with this question. So did his, and it was very evident that his did as he looked like a tomato. He coughed and chucked awkwardly.
”Well, I uhm-- hah ahm uh-”
He was really struggling to explain, as he was stammering and stuttering like a mess.
”I had to hide from Jonah..-”
He said, his voice smaller and cracking. It then fell silent. At least that wasn't a love at first sight scenario.
”so, uhm, would you like a drink?”
You asked, breaking the silence. Besides, aside from the coffee shop you don't know when he's last had water. He lifted his head from his previously unsaid stare at the floor.
”Uhm,y-yeah..”
He said, slightly less red. What was that boy thinking? Kissing you to hide his face from Jonah. He could've just ran into the bathroom, or hiding in a booth. Actually the place is covered in windows—not the bathrooms because that's wack as fuck—but the main area definitely is. Whatever, nothing you can do about the past. You disappear into the kitchen and grab two clear glasses. Setting them on the counter you grab out your water filter thingy and pour the filtered water into the cups. Then you fill it with sink water for it to filter. Setting the water filter thingy back in the fridge you grab the glasses and exit the kitchen. You approach Wilbur and have him his water. You then drank yours. It was refreshing. You needed it. Funny thing is when you swallowed the water your body did that thing where you can feel a cold liquid going down your esophagus. Anyway, enough of that. You decide you wanted to sit and read a book. You don't have much bet—–-
Crash—–- well now you do. You turn to see a passed out Wilbur, and a shattered glass cup. Worst choice in cup to ever make. Never again. Ever. You sighed, going over the cautiously lean over the mess and carefully pick out large to medium pieces of glass from water and ice. You threw that away and went to get paper towels and a broom plus it's dust pan. You came back and got the mess cleaned. He owes you a new cup. You were about to leave to go and read the book you wanted to read so desperately, but sleeping Wilbur had other ideas as it seems. This was said due to the fact that he had his hand on your wrist, and wouldn't let go. You sighed for at least the eighth time today. It's not worth trying to fight him, so you caved and lied down next him. As soon as you had though you passed out instantly.

Waking up with a groan you opened your eyes, only to be met with Wilbur's chest. What the fuck. That wasn't the only thing, he was holding you close and mumbling something you couldn't quite pick up because of how incoherent it was.  You didn't say anything for a while as you were unsure of what to do in a situation like this one. You've never really had any romantic partners before. At least you don't remember if you did. After all you would've remembered if you had one. Right? Ah whatever, this isn't important right now.
”Uhm, W-wilbur?”
you spoke up, a little scared of  what he'd do or say.
You guessed he realized that he was holding you close to himself as he let go with an awkward chuckle.
”s-sorry..I'm so sorry..”
He apologized to you for his actions. He seemed so genuine about it too. You accepted this apology and got up off the couch. This is fine. Totally. Wilbur also got off, deciding that he wanted to go home. He thanked you and left through the front door. Going off to his flat. You waved him off as he left. Once he was of sight you went off to your room to go the fuck back to sleep cause yeah. Before that though, he decided to change into something more sleep appropriate. Sleeping in school cloths are wack. Who the fuck does that? Masochists. Masochists do that. Any way, once in your comfortable sleep cloths you lie on your bed, passing out again.