Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

Pretty Things (Part 2)

Spotting Aris and Y/N near the entrance, with Aris asleep on her shoulder, and Y/N holding a half empty bottle, Newt let out a relieved sigh as he walked over to his friends. Hearing muffled footsteps approach, Y/N glanced up to see Newt's blurry face. She wasn't sure if she was hallucinating or not since apparently people can look like others.

"Come on. We gotta get out of here,"He explained, kneeling down. Spotting her glassy and puffy eyes, he assumed it was because of whatever they were under. While that was part of it and definitely an understandable thought because nobody could have expected a makeout session with heartbreak, it was far from the truth.

She didn't say anything as she put Aris's arm around her and used the wall to stand up. Feeling her legs turn to jello, Newt noticed her shakiness as he picked her and Aris up. Keeping one of them on each shoulder, Newt kept a firm grip on them as Y/N stumbled through the wave of people while Aris was dragged on the floor. Walking through a crowd of sweaty bodies and out the back he put Aris in Minho's arms first before seating Y/N next to him. Leaning against the car door, he recognized that the bumpiness in the ride could make her sick. Laying her head on his lap, he internally prayed she wouldn't throw up.

"Thanks,"She uttered in a strained voice. Giving her a simple nod, he pretended the pain in her tone wasn't there but made a mental note to check on her later.

♡ Time Skip ♡

Y/N hadn't cried on the ride even if she wanted to. She wouldn't waste any more tears on someone who didn't want her. She was better than that, stronger than that.

Feeling a sharp pain behind his eyes, Aris awoke. Lifting his head and looking away from the window, he spotted something that made his heart stop. Y/N with her head in Newt's lap. Without even realizing he was glaring with everything he had. Still, something inside of him screamed that he didn't have a right.

That's when it all came flooding back. Not just the kiss. Seeing the glitter on Y/N's face and still knotted hair reminded him that he had run his fingers through it. Feeling his mouth go dry, he remembered her helping him after he threw up.

He remembered her calling him pretty and him shoving her against a wall. He remembered how her arms had been on his shoulders. He remembered thinking she was Rachel while it all went down. He remembered her dancing with some stranger. Most of all he remembered what he said while they were literally in the middle of making out.

What the hell? What the hell? What the hell? What the hell?

Why did that have to happen?

Why? Why? Why?

Why was his first kiss Y/N? Why did he call her somebody else?

Because he pulled the short straw, and she couldn't just let him suffer alone. No. She just had to be by his side and help. She just had to look out for him.

As his thoughts kept spinning so did his head. Managing to demand they stop the car, Jorge did so without question. Stepping out, he leaned over and threw up the little food that was left in his stomach. Hearing him let out a pained groan, Y/N walked out and waited until he was done. Looking up at her through tearful eyes, she feigned ignorance as she handed him the water. Taking shallow gulps, he barely managed to stand. Spotting this she pulled him up.

"I'm sorry,"He blurted out. She pretended not to hear. "Y/N, I-"
"I don't care,"She lied.

"Oh,"He mumbled, feeling his heart ache all over again.

"Yeah. We were just intoxicated. It's not like it meant anything,"She kept up her act. Aris stated at her as his lips, the lips that had just been against hers, turned into a frown. Anger at the thought of him being upset after what had happened flowed through Y/N's veins as she said one more thing she knew would hurt.

"Yeah. I kissed some random girl after."

"You did?"He asked, wracking his brain for when that happened.

"Yeah. You were there, remember? When I kissed the pretty girl?"She asked, screwing with his head. The word pretty felt like a knife through his chest. He was supposed to be her pretty thing. He knew that he had no right and sure as hell didn't deserve it, but damnit, he was pretty. He was the pretty thing she craved. That she had her eye on. Not some girl who shared some stupid glitter. No. Him. He was pretty. She said so. She had said it to his face.

He. Was. Pretty.

He never wanted to be called that before, but now it was all he wanted her to say.

"Great. That's absolutely fantastic. I'm just so happy for you,"He snapped, pushing past her. Slamming the door, Y/N stood there before storming the other way and doing the same. They both sat there with scowls on their faces and their arms crossed. No matter who asked they wouldn't speak. All they did that ride was glare out the window, then each other.