Instigator

Angelic

— A few months later —

"Josh, we need to get ready. We both have to be at the festival early." Y/n said, walking into her bedroom to find him.

"I'm trying, but my hair isn't cooperating with me."

Y/n walked into the bathroom to see Josh with a frustrated expression painted on his face, tousling his hair in an attempt to make it look good. She moved closer, sliding between Josh and the counter. He dropped his hands from his hair to her waist, lifting her to sit on the counter.

"What are you trying to do with your hair? There's not much you can do with it, is there?" She asked, looking from his eyes up to the curls on his head.

"I don't know, it's just— not— working." He replied with a frown.

"I think it looks cute. And puffy." She said, sliding her hands along the shaved sides before fluffing his curls.

"Aren't you obligated to say that?" Josh asked, watching her intently as she lightly ran her hands through his hair.

"No. If I wanted to be mean, I would. But I'm being serious."

Josh gently grabbed her hands, pulling them down to his mouth and pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

"Okay. The bathroom is yours, I'm going to go get dressed."

"What? You're not going to the film festival in your boxers?"

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" He asked, winking at her before turning away and walking out of the bathroom.

She did her makeup and hair, taking her time before she walked back into her bedroom, quickly seeing Josh sitting on her bed waiting for her.

"Can you help me with my tie?" He asked, giving her a desperate look and holding out his tie.

"Did your parents never teach you how?" She asked as she walked towards him.

"They probably did, and yet, here we are."

She took the tie from his hand, pulled it taut in her hands and laid it around his neck.

"Alright, watch what I'm doing."

"I need you to know how difficult it's gonna be for me to focus on my tie." He admitted, looking up at her.

"And why is that?"

He simply pushed his hands out in front of his face grabbing her chest.

"Boobies." He said, a goofy grin spread across his face as he gently squeezed.

"Jesus Christ Josh, you're so immature." She said, her laughter breaking up the statement.

"You laughed though."

"Shut up, just watch me put your tie on for you."

"I'll try."

She went through the steps of tying the tie, watching him as he struggled to keep his attention on her hands.

Once it had been tied, Y/n turned around, grabbing her clothes and beginning to get dressed. She pulled her tights on first before stepping into her dress and pulling it up her body. She lifted her eyes to look at Josh, seeing that he was already looking at her.

"What?" She asked, as she pulled her arms through the straps.

"Am I not allowed to stare?" He asked in return, leaning back on his hands.

"Why do you need to stare? Like what you see?"

"Very much so."

"Here, make yourself useful." Y/n said, tossing her shoes for the event onto his lap as she made her way towards him.