drew starkey; imagines

IT FEELS GOOD

I T  F E E L S  G O O D
"want me to say it again?"

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  "it feels good to be with you, you know?"

drew's voice rang in your ears, echoing over and over.

it feels good to be with you.

oh, how you loved that sentence. your cheeks flushed a warm shade of pink, and you looked down at the ground. your stomach churned, fluttering in excitement at that phrase. the blond haired boy only chuckled at your behaviour. there was no reason for you to be embarrassed in front of him, you were best friends. yet you were. embarrassed, that is.

drew and you had been the best of friends since you guys were seventeen. you'd been there for each other for everything, ranging from messy breakups to the most awkward phases of your early adulthood. but even with this, you both remained friends.

the only problem?

you'd always felt something for drew.

you tried to convince yourself (countless times) that you didn't, or that you simply didn't know what it was, but it was there whether you liked it or not.

but, you were best friends. nothing less, nothing more.

in truth, you did believe drew felt the same way.

there was no way he couldn't; with the way he looked at you, the way you made him laugh like no one else could, and how he'd do anything for you made it clear he was so blatantly in love with you. the reason why you two never initiated things was simply because you both kept missing each other.

on your nineteenth birthday, your friend group had thrown a huge surprise party for you. of course, drew was there. by the end of the night you were so drunk, you couldn't even stand up straight. and with the alcohol flowing through your veins, you ended the night by making out with drew. he never stopped you, because he'd been wanting this for months now.

but in the morning, when he kindly made you breakfast to cure your massive hangover, you had completely forgotten everything.

poor drew was crushed. he thought you wanted to pretend nothing ever happened, and that you regretted the whole thing. so, he played along. and that was that.

on drew's twenty-first birthday, you all went clubbing (now that you were all legal). you'd been working up the nerve to make a move on drew all night. when you finally gathered your confidence, you walked over to where drew stood in the club to find him making out with a girl. you froze in your tracks, tears threatening to spill from your eyes, but you wouldn't let jealousy get the best of you. drew and that girl continued seeing each other for the next couple months, and it killed you.

when they finally broke up (which drew hinted they broke up because he still had feelings for you), you met tom.

drew and you were hanging out, and he took a deep breath, ready to confess something that he'd been holding onto for years. "y/n, i have to tell you something." you perked up, saying: "me too." he told you to say it first, and so you told him about how you met tom and how crazy you were about him, and his heart sank.

and so he kept his mouth shut.

a while later, he needed to be onset for his upcoming show, Outerbanks. you drove him to the airport, and when you were saying goodbye you had almost kissed. your lips grazed, mere centimetres away from each other. you could feel each others breath fan your face, and in one swift movement (if either of you had made it), you'd be kissing. but alas, to save you from doing something stupid and cheating on tom, drew pulled away and simply hugged you.

eventually (a few months later), you and tom broke up, and when you usually turned to drew for support, he was still onset wrapping up Outerbanks. you flew out to meet him, needing your best friend more than ever. as you landed your plane, you were shaking from excitement, and when you turned the corner from baggage pick-up, there drew was...standing there, holding hands with a girl.

drew introduced the girl as his girlfriend, and you had to fight every urge in your body not to cry. yes, you had come because you needed support from your best friend, but you'd be lying if you didn't believe something would've happened between you two.

you spent the entirety of the trip third wheeling, and you hated every second of it.

and here you were now, presently (both single) standing in drew's kitchen.

"are you blushing?" he teasingly asked, a shit-eating grin evident in his voice. you hid your face in your hands. "no." you muttered looking back up at him.

"oh, you so are. want me to say it again?" he grabbed you--which was rather aggressive--and you struggled to get out of his grasp, giggling and screaming to let you go. "it feels good to be with you!" he said in your ear, as he pulled your back against his chest, laughing at how flustered you were.

"stop! stop, stop, stop!" you giggled and he finally let you go. he turned you around, and suddenly your laughter stopped. you were so close to one another, and you hated it. not because you didn't want this happening, but because you didn't want to go through what you have been going through for the past six years of your life. you didn't want to have to experience the heartbreak, the longing and the jealousy that you had all those times. all the times that your hope and opportunity to be with each other flew out the window.

drew gulped, glancing down at your lips.

"hey." you whispered.

"hey," he whispered back, his voice raspy and deep (which made you weak in the knees).

you two somehow gravitated even closer to one another, close enough to count the amount of eyelashes on him.

drew tilted his head to the right ever so slightly, and he slowly brushed his lips against yours, tentatively leaving a tender kiss on your lips. his mouth retracted, grazing his lips on yours, your foreheads resting against each others, before going back in for another kiss, as if he were testing the waters. you kissed him back softly, yet eagerly and suddenly your hands were in his hair and you were being lifted to sit on his kitchen counter and oh my god, you were kissing your best friend.

you'd been wanting this for years and it was finally happening, and it was scary, and nerve-racking and electrifying all at the same time.

but you didn't want it to stop. ever. and neither did drew.