I see a notification from facetime that Ben's calling me. I answer it of course. "Hey darling." He says in a tired tone. "Hey." I say back. "Can I ask you something?" He nods. "Why do you sound like that?" He furrows his eyebrows "sound like what?" "Like that. I know you're British and all but, you also sound like an illiterate six year old sometimes. Like you say I'm gweat. It's really adorable but I don't know if it's intentional. Wait. Say I'm great." I rant. "I'm. Gweat." "SEE TH-THATS IT RIGHT THERE. Can you say ripping roaring writing rights roping ricks." I laugh. "Whipping woaring wighting wights woping wicks." I burst out laughing. "I said it right!" That just makes me laugh even harder. "You're so cute!" I laugh. "Fine. Whatever. You have an accent too!" He scoffs.
"Yes. An Australian one. At least I can pronounce my rs." I roll me eyes. "Yeah but you put em after every word. Naur, sor, woar." He says mocking me. "Say, so I must go and find someone to know." "No fair. Plus gwilym has a Scottish accent and you don't make fun of him." "Yeah that's because his is cool and he just says everything normally. He just has that ring to it." He responds "no because he adds that sound to the end of it."
Ben smirks. "What sound?" "The oh and the uh." He smiles again even wider and bites his lip. "NO NO NO NOT LIKE THAT UURGH! YOU'RE LITERALLY THE WORST." He erupts with laughter and I turn bright red."Anyways, how's filming going?" I ask, trying to change the subject. "Pretty good. It sucks you can't be here but yeah." He responds. "BEN! YOU'RE NEEDED ON SET 3!" A man yells. "I'll see you later princess. Bye." He says. He hangs up and I plop down on bed defeated. "This is going to be rough." I groan to myself. I close my eyes and fall asleep
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BoRhap And Queen Imagines
FanfictionSome smut, but mainly fluff Edit: WE'RE GONNA ADD THE BEATLES EVERYONE