Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

My Exception (Part 2)

I love this place. So far, nobody obnoxious has bothered coming to the library so it's essentially complete silence. It's a break from the stress of all the new people who want to speak to me.

There was one other person though. Someone whose company I genuinely enjoyed.

He wasn't here yet. He was probably still in his room. Maybe sleeping. Or off exploring somewhere. Those both sound like him.

This honestly sucked right now. I saw the perfect book that I just barely couldn't reach. I also almost fell when I tried climbing the shelves and didn't have a ladder. Jumping did nothing and my tippie toes weren't even enough.

"Need a hand?"a familiar voice offered.

"No,"I said firmly, jumping for it again. Hearing him let out a laugh that he then disguised as a cough, I glared at him. Shrugging, he stood there as he waited for me to get it down.

Figuring it couldn't hurt to try again, I stepped back on the bottom shelf. Sticking my arm out, just as I touched the spine I found myself falling back.

Instead of the harsh impact of the floor though, I found that he had caught me in his arms.

"You alright?"

"I'm fine. I got my book,"I nodded.

"I was talking about the way you almost gave yourself a concussion."

"I did not."

"Okay Y/N. If you say so,"He smiled as I stood up. Dusting myself off, as I looked at the cover I saw that it was the wrong book. "You want help yet?"

"No,"I promised.

"Do you need help?"

"Yes,"I quietly admitted. Reaching over, he didn't even need to look as he got my book down. As he handed it to me while wearing a half soft half cocky smile I rolled my eyes.

"Well, you're welcome."

"Thanks,"I sighed, staring at the ground as I did.

"Still hating when you need help I see,"He remarked.

"Still being irritating I see."

"I've got nobody else. Why would I not be?"

"So I'm a last resort?"

"Who said I didn't choose to only be with you?"

"You annoy me. You know that, right?"

"I also get books down for you."

"Shut it. It was one time."

"For now,"He shrugged.

"Are you seriously saying there will be more times I need you to get a book for me?"

"No. I'm saying there will be many more times you're too short and need my help."

"Aris,"I said in a warning tone.

"What? It's true."

"No. You just want it to be."

"Maybe. And if I do, what's so wrong with that?"

"Everything. That's what,"I answered, opening the book while leaning against the shelf. As I flipped to the front page he leaned his head against my shoulder. "What are you doing?"

"I want to know what you're reading."

"No,"I said, slamming it shut.

"Why?"

"Because I don't like you,"I sighed.

"Because you love me."

"Shut up."

"When I'm with you? Never,"He grinned, tossing an arm around me. Looking up at him, I started running my hands through his hair.

"I'll love you forever,"He whispered.

"I know. I didn't wait in that Maze just for you not to."

"Wow. What a sweet response,"He deadpanned.

"Just my usual one,"I shrugged, standing on my toes again as I pressed my palms to his cheeks. Slightly leaning down, he wrapped his arms around my waist as he brushed his lips over mine. Feeling his smile against my mouth, I couldn't resist returning it as I pulled apart. Still, we stayed in our same positions, pressed against each other.

"I'm so stupidly in love with you. I don't know how, but I absolutely am. I would do anything and everything for you,"I swore.

"And I would go to the ends of the world for you. All you have to do is ask."

"I mean I'd kind of prefer if you were by my side and not millions of miles away. You know? So I can actually see you."

"You're always ruining my metaphors,"He complained, pulling away.

"And you're ruining my day by being here so I guess we're even,"I shrugged, leaning against the bookshelf.

"Fine. I'll see you-"
"No,"I interrupted, hugging him before he could walk off and leave me. Wrapping his arms around me, he accepted the embrace, slightly swaying back and forth with me.

"You're perfect. You're perfect to me, and I love you,"He whispered, rubbing circles on my shoulders.

"After all this time you're still so sweet,"I whispered back, gazing up at him and finding myself smiling without meaning to.

"I could never not be. Even if you've decided you hate everything, I could never be mean to you."

"Well, if I ever do hate everything you'll be the only one I don't,"I promised.

And I meant it too. Even if every single person and thing in the world were to make me recoil in disgust I would always find myself back in his arms.