his muse ; reader imagines

Sketchbook ~

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x reader

Warnings: angst with a happy ending

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Seeing that you hadn't have really talked to xavier, because the boy had been busy the whole day, you decided to go check up on him.

It was late, so you weren't sure if he would be awake, but a smile appeared on your face, when the door opened.

"Hi" you brushed past the boy, as you entered the room, "Hey"

Hearing his voice always made your heart beat a little faster and you could feel the red tint cover your cheeks.

"So what were you doing?" you started to walk over to his desk.

He quickly went up to close the sketchbook, that you had noticed, which was opened, "Nothing"

Oh?

Your brows slightly furrowed.

It was no secret that xavier was a private person. he found it hard trusting people, even harder understanding if the good words they say, isn't just a mask, that hides their true face.

So when, the boy had showed the lines he had sketched into beautiful drawings, not to mention his gift of making them come alive, made you feel honoured that he feels comfortable around you. it was something so small, but yet so important to you, that he shared his passion for art with you.

But here you were, confused, as for why he had pushed you away, making your heart sting.

"Did you want something?"

Your eyes met his.

Even though he tried to not sound rude, you could see it in his green eyes, the ones that made you feel at home, that you hadn't come at the best time.

You could feel yourself getting a little frustrated.

"Why have you been ignoring me today?"

"I haven't" he turned around and started cleaning up his desk.

"Yes, you have" you walked closer to him, "Why? Did i do something?"

"No" he went to through away the tissues in the bin, that were stained with paint, "Either way, don't you have a date with Tyler?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, "What are you talking about?"

"I saw you two at the café yesterday. Both looked real friendly" he tried to walk past you but you stood in front of him.

"He was asking about Wednesday" you looked him in the eyes, "But why do you even care?"

"I don't" the boy brushed past you and went to put the sketchbook, that he had in his hands, away, but you took it from him.

You started opening it up, while stepping away from him, "Y/n, give it back."

"Y/n" as he was reaching to take the the book from you, your eyes landed on a page.

He had drawn you.

You looked at him, only to find the boy already looking at you, "Look I-"

"Why?"

He let out a frustrated laugh, "Are you joking?"

You just furrowed your eyebrows more, "I don't understand"

After a long silence just looking at each other, he finally stated, "I like you, Y/n, okay?" he sighed, "I really like you, and just seeing you with Ty-"

But before he could finish his sentence, you had pressed your lips against his.

It felt unreal.

The boy you grew to adore, the boy for who you have had feelings for, the boy who you were kissing now, had felt the same way.

You broke apart, still inches away from each other, "I like you too"

All he did was smile, before attaching his lips back to yours.