one-shots

Imagine 46

(Requested)

"By guys! Thanks for coming and see you tomorrow!", I close the door with a smile walking to the messy living room. I may just had the best birthday party ever. I only invited 4 of my closest friends and it was the best decision ever, I don't think I ever had such a good time. Once I'm in the living room I look down at my last friend, my cheeks automatically heating up. They are sitting on the couch typing something on their phone and I can't stop myself from staring at them. T/n is also one of my closest friends and obviously they also were invited. I have always had a crush on them since the day I met them, but I've never said anything to anyone, not even my other 3 friends. I know that if I say it, things will change. They always do in my case. "Aren't you going home?", I ask walking up to the messy table praying to god they don't notice my flushed cheeks. "I'm not going to let you clean this mess up yourself", they stand up walking my way and taking the plates from my hands. "I got it" They give me a sweet smile and walk away to the kitchen. I think I'm going to melt.

We throw all the trash away and bring all the plates and cups to the kitchen. Them washing, me drying of and putting them back on their place. "Did you enjoy today?", they ask, their face concentrated on the plate they are washing. "I didn't just enjoy this day, I full on loved it", My cheeks hurt from smiling, this day was everything I dreamed of. They laugh looking at me with a smile that makes the skin around their eyes wrinkle. "I'm happy to hear that", we wash and dry for a couple minutes longer talking about the things we did today, when they hand me another plate. I gasp when the plate slips out my hand, breaking on the ground. "O no", I quickly squat down to grab the shards but I suddenly slip and fall with my knees in the shards, a scream of pain leaving my lips. "Y/n!", t/n quickly squats down next to me, picking me of the ground and putting me on a chair. I bite my lip trying to keep the tears in, because this hurts like a %£*%*%££%£. "Dude, y/n what did you do", they whisper staring at my knees with shock. I look down at my bloody knees, watching it drop down my legs. Staring at it just makes me want to let the tears fall so I look away. "I'm fine, I just need to-",
"You are not fine, look at me", I feel their hand on my cheek, turning my head their way. "Does it hurt a lot?", they whisper, their face so sincere and beautiful it makes it hurt even more. "Just a little", I say strong, keeping my voice in check and letting non of my emotions paint it. They turn around, removing their hand and opening random cabinets. "Where's your first aid kit?",
"I don't need-",
"Where's. You. First. Aid. Kit. Y/n?", their serious voice surprises me so hard it takes me a couple seconds before answering. Once they find the familiar red box they turn back around my way. I cover my shock when they go on their knees in front of me. Their right hand goes up to my knee, hovering just above it before they look up at me. "Is it okay if I touch you so I can take the shards out and clean your wounds?", I just stare at them and their hand for 10 seconds in complete silence before nodding. "Voice, y/n", I look up at them, their eyes just as serious as their voice. "Yes, you can", their hand goes down under my knee, holding it steady while he takes a tweezer from the box in his left hand. "Tell me to stop if it hurts too much", they take the shards out, one by one, checking up on me every time one is out and they only continue when I give them a nod. I bite my lip the whole time, trying to stay quiet and I've done pretty good if I can say. Sometimes the pain became too much and I let something out, but for most of the part I did fine.

After all the shards are out of both my knees they clean up the blood. They put their hand under my ankle, holding my leg still. After both my legs are blood free they grab 2 big band aids putting them over both my knees, gently. "How do you feel?", they ask removing their hands from me and keeping them on their thighs. "Did the pain decrease a little?",
"Yes it did, I feel way better now- thank you", I whisper the last part looking down at my bandaged knees. Never would I have thought my crush would clean up my wounds- I think I like them even more now. Actually, I'm pretty sure what I'm feeling for them is going to became way more than a crush after this.

They stand up putting their arms out a little, a question in their eyes. "You shouldn't walk too much for a couple days, the shards were pretty deep in your knees. Are you okay with me carrying you to bed?", I'm pretty sure I look like a tomato now. Does this human want me to fall in love with them? Because if they don't stop being this gentle and nice to me I'm actually going to fall, hard. "No it's fine, I'll just walk",
"Can I at least help you walk? So you don't put too much pressure on them?",
"That would be nice, thank you", they smile at me, "anything for you", my heart truly is a mess now.

They help me off the chair, one arm holding my waist, the other holding my hand around their shoulder. We walk up to my room and they gently put me down on my bed, leaving the room so I can change. After I changed they walk in with a glass of thee, some painkillers for when I need it, a bottle of water and 3 pieces of my favorite chocolate cookie on a small plate. They put my phone next to me on the charger and help me lay down while putting the blanket over my body. "Are you good like this?", they ask hovering over me. I laugh a little, trying to ignore the feelings in my belly. "Yes, thank you and don't worry too much, I didn't break my leg t/n, you didn't have to do all of this for me",
"Y/n, you got more than 10 pieces of glass pressed in both your knees, that isn't just a little scratch. Tomorrow we'll go to the doctor to check it out",
"That's dramatic-",
"I said, tomorrow we are going to the doctor to check it out. End of conversation", they stand up straight grabbing my folded birthday outfit of my bed and putting it on my little couch. "Do you need anything else?",
"No, you already did enough, I can handle myself now",
"If you need anything, call me, okay?",
"Okay", they walk up to me again, leaning down and giving me a soft kiss on the forehead and I think my heart just broke bc of the sweetness of this person. "Goodnight, y/n", the next day I wake up knowing that I no longer have a crush on them. I am truly and utterly in love. Shit.