Kit Connor Imagines

you know that my train could take you home

hello everybody! this chapter was a request. I tried to stick to the request as much as possible and I hope you like the chapter as much as I liked writing it :) If you have a request, feel free to text me!

warnings: one curse word (shit)

Y/n's POV:

The streets are as busy as ever, people rushing around, trying to reach their goals as fast as possible. The camera seems to almost slip out of your hand with all the people pushing against each other. "Hey guys, so I'm going to South Croydon to visit some people this week and I thought you might wanna tag along." You smile brightly at your camera, searching for the correct train station.

When you finally make it, you take your camera back out and start filming your surroundings. "People will actually think I'm a tourist if I keep filming everything." You laugh as you enter the train, looking for your seat. Finally finding it, you notice someone on the seat next to yours. Doubt starts to rise in you, what if this was the wrong seat? The person on the seat next to yours seems engrossed in their book and you feel sorry for interrupting.

"Is this seat taken?" you asked, pointing to the empty spot next to them, hoping that you didn't misread your ticket. "No, not at all. Please, have a seat." A warm smile greeted you and you couldn't help but return it.

You take the seat, feeling a slight wave of relief wash over you and the nervousness finally disappears. The book is placed down gently and the two of you strike up a conversation. It seems like time is flying by while the two of you talk about whatever comes to your mind.

Kit, you learned that that was his name, was headed to South Croydon too. "I'm from there. I got the week off of work and decided to go home for a while, you know? But what brings you there?" He asks, turning his body slightly to fully face you. "Oh, I'm just visiting some relatives. I haven't been there in a while, to be honest." The conversation doesn't end there, the two of you getting lost in stories told by the other.

As you finally step out of the train you find yourself saddened by the fact that you might not see Kit again. He was charming, nice and showed genuine interest in you and your life, which made it hard not to like him.

"Hey, how would you feel about exchanging numbers? I really enjoyed our conversation and I'd be happy if we could be friends." He smiled at you as you nodded and got your phone out to give him your number.

The week you spend in South Croydon seemed to fly by and on your way back home, you couldn't help but feel just a bit sad that Kit wasn't on the same train as you.

Back home though, you finally reunited with your friends. You were happy to catch up with them and share stories about your trip. While livestreaming with your friends, you decided to interact with your fans and reply to some of their questions. One of your friends gets overly excited at a comment about crushes. "Guys, who are your crushes at the moment?" The question is left unanswered, because no one wants to go first, so your friend starts asking specific people, and she definitely doesn't take no for an answer.

"Hmm, next is Y/n! Who's your crush?" You don't exactly want to say his name, having learned that he is an actor, which makes it more likely that people will know him. "I'm not gonna say his name, but he has strawberry blond hair and brown eyes." The vague reply frustrates your friend incredibly, so you add some additional facts, leaving both her and your fans guessing.

The chat went wild, most of the replies not even close to who you actually like but you tried not to freak out when people started commenting about a certain actor from South Croydon who seemed to match your description.

A few hours after the stream ended, your friends had already left, you scrolled through social media when you suddenly got a text from Kit.

Kit: Saw your stream! That was sick, love your work! <3

Flushed with excitement, you reply to his text, smiling at your phone like a maniac.

Something in you changed since his text, you wanted to fully understand your feeling for him, you wanted to fully understand him.

You returned to South Croydon a few months later, after having made plans with Kit to meet there. And the moment you saw him there, a different book from the first time you met in his hand, you felt like you couldn't breathe anymore.

It was the last day of both his and your stay, so you decided that celebrating with a party would be appropriate. As you enter what's apparently one of his friends' flat, you see him incredibly close to someone else, who's touching his arm. You're aware of the fact that you have no reason to be jealous, nor do you have the right to be, but you can't help the feeling that suddenly invades your mind. So, you leave the flat and don't look back, texting Kit that something came up.

Weeks passed, slowly and painfully, but they passed nonetheless. You were hyperaware of the silence that you and Kit found yourself in, the ache in your heart reminding you. Well, it wasn't complete and utter silence, but the replies got shorter and it took both of you longer to reply to the other.

What you couldn't have known though, was that he texted your friend for help, who send him your address. That's how you ended up with Kit Connor on your doorstep, reminding you of a kicked puppy. "Can we talk?" He spoke softly, almost like he was afraid you would shut the door in his face.

Without second thought, you open the door wider than before, letting him in. A mixture of both hope and fear made your heart race, leading him into the living room. "Look, I'm sorry for whatever I did, but I need you to talk to me, because I can't fix things between us if we don't communicate with each other." You feel like crying. He's right and you knew that even before he came to your doorstep.

You talked for a long time, coming to a decision. "I think it's best if you left. You have a train to catch, don't you?" It pained you to say that, especially because he just stands up and goes to your door. "Goodbye." The door shuts and you sit there, silently.

Before you can think, you're sure you haven't done a lot of that today, you open the door and walk down the street as fast as possible. It hits you how cliché this moment truly is, but she grabbed his arm, out of breath. "Did I forget something?" He asks as you hold up a hand. "Sorry, I just need a second." You try to calm your breathing, holding onto his shoulder. "I'm sorry, shit. I'm so sorry. You don't deserve all this." You speak before you can think. "Please don't go."

The night isn't quiet. Cars are driving and the wind is blowing, you can occasionally hear people talking to each other. However, with Kit standing in front of you, everything seems to lack any kind of sound. "Just... please don't." You see something in his eyes and he smiles, looking at you. "Well, I kind of had a train to catch, but alright." He chuckles, and you can't help but laugh to.

And for the first time today, you think too much, because you're too lost in your own thoughts to notice him leaning down, holding your chin in his hand and smiling. "Can I-" "Yes." You interrupt him rudely, smiling at him as he leans down and kisses you.