Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

For The First Time (AU)

My birthday was just something that I kept under wraps. Usually there's something like cake or gifts which is attention, and I don't like attention. From anyone. While I didn't mind being with people, if I told one person the date could spread which would give me the opposite of a pleasant birthday.

Deep down, it does hurt. I just wish that someone would listen and spend the day how I wanted to. Alone with whoever I trusted enough to tell, doing nothing but spending time together.

While Aris would be the only person I’d like to do so with, I’m just not sure if he would be able to keep it a secret. So I just don't tell him and pretend everything’s normal.

“Y/N?”Aris asked, slightly tightening his hold on my hand so we would stop walking. Glancing up, I silently asked what he needed. “Are you okay? You’ve been off today,”He checked.

“Yeah. I’m fine,”I shrugged.

“Are you sure? You’ve just been really quiet today.”

“I’m always quiet,”I pointed out.

“I know, but you're usually pretty talkative when it's just us or our friends. Is something bothering you?”

“No,”I shrugged.

“Okay. If you're sure, angel,”He sighed.

“I am,”I repeated.

“Okay. Then I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah. See you tomorrow,”I waved, pulling my hand out of his and starting to walk to my house.

“Wait?”He called, slightly jogging beside me.

“Yeah?”

“You forgot something,”He stated.

“Forgot what?”I asked. Not answering, he just placed his hand under my jaw and gently pressed his lips against mine for way too short of a time before pulling away. Then again there is never enough time to be kissing him. Or just to be with him in general.

There is never enough time to love my Aris.

“Your goodbye kiss,”He whispered, taking his hand off of my skin. “And that one other thing,”He reminded me.

“I love you,”I smiled.

“I love you too,”He said back, leaving me by my door. Watching him go, I wore that same, lovesick smile until he was out of sight.

The second I went inside and dropped my stuff though, my face did the same as I saw the empty house.

“Happy birthday to me,”I mumbled, dragging myself over to the couch and laying down. Grabbing the remote, I picked out the most sleep inducing show I could find, turned the volume up, and allowed the salesperson to bore me into darkness.

♡ Time Skip♡

With me dead asleep, I stayed curled up in that spot until there was a firm knock on my door. Quickly sitting up, I rubbed my eyes as the television was still blaring. Thinking it was just that, I went to turn it off when I heard it again. Glancing over at the clock, I felt my heart drop when I saw that it was eleven at night. Why the hell is someone at my door at this time?

When they did it again I grabbed my phone and the candle by me, just in case, as I carefully crept towards it, practically holding my breath while I did. Looking out the peephole, when I realized it was too dark to see who it was I turned on my porch light, still prepared to defend myself.

As I saw Aris just standing there though, I knew that there was nothing to defend myself from. Just that something was wrong if he showed up like this.

Setting my candle and phone down, the second I opened the door he had his arms around me. Regaining my balance, I hugged him back as he tightened his grip.

“I’m really sorry,”He whispered, pulling away and holding my hands.

“Let's just get you inside. You're freezing,”I pointed out, letting him in my house. While he took his shoes off I shut and locked the door before I felt him hugging me again, still mumbling apologies.

“Aris, whatever you did, it’ll be okay. We can fix it,”I assured him.

“I just feel like the worst boyfriend ever. I can't believe I forgot your birthday.”

“Excuse me?”I asked, almost tripping over the two simple words.

“I know that you're upset, but I’m really sorry. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

“How the hell did you know it’s my birthday?”

“Because you told me. Remember?”

“No. I obviously don't,”I got out.

“That time that I slept over and we spent all night talking you told me that today was your birthday, and I just didn't put it on my calendar. I’m really sorry, but I promise that I’ll make it up to you somehow,”He swore.

“But I don't tell people my birthday because I don't want anyone to know it,”I quietly admitted, feeling my eyes water as I realized my slip up.

“Why wouldn't you want anyone to know it though?”He asked gently.

“Because I just want to spend it with one person, and nobody ever understands that. Everyone always thinks that I want something when I really don't,”I explained, the sentence somehow making my tears dry up as quickly as they came.

“Oh,”He mumbled again, “I’m sorry. I didn't know that you didn't want to spend it with me.”

“No. That's the problem. You are who I want to spend it with, but I just didn't know how to explain it,”I confessed.

“Exactly the way you did now,”He pointed out, his eyes seeming to get a bit of a spark.

“Do you promise not to tell anyone though?”I asked, holding out my hand.

“I promise,”He said firmly, wrapping his pinkie around mine. “Just tell me what you want to do now.”

“I just want to be with you. I just want you to stay the night again and stay up with me.”

“Then that's exactly what we’ll do,”He smiled, grabbing my hand. Instantly holding it, I led him to my room and plopped down on my bed, keeping him beside me.

“I did still get you something though,”He admitted.

“How? Almost everything is closed,”I pointed out.

“I know, but I improvised a little. If you don't mind, I’ll still get you something else, but I wanted you to have something on your actual birthday,”He explained, pulling out a thin box that he had hidden in his jacket.

“You didn't have to,”I promised.

“But I wanted to,”He shrugged, still looking at me while wearing a small smile. Giving a thankful nod, I pulled the top off and pulled a soft fabric out of the box. To be more specific, a hoodie. To be even more specific, his favorite striped one.

“Really?”I asked, as if he would ever try and trick me.

“Yeah. Really,”He nodded as I slipped it over my head and hugged it to my body while wearing the widest grin I was capable of.

“I love it. I love it, and I love you,”I beamed, wrapping my arms around his shoulder. Hugging back again, he kept his arms around my waist as I held him for a long but comfortable time. Comfortable because it was with me and him, and he’s all that I’ll ever need. He's my everything, and he needs to know it, and now I’m sure he does.

“Happy birthday,”He whispered as he pulled away.

“Yeah. For the first time in my life, it is.”