Noah Sebastian//one shots

A Helping Hand

The air in the apartment was thick with laughter and the scent of popcorn as me and my only two friends on campus lounged on the couch, binge-watching a new series. The conversation had turned to relationships—everyone was discussing their latest crushes and dating escapades. I listened, a bit detached, nursing a twinge of envy. The thought of my virginity weighed heavily on my mind. "I want to know what it's like," I sighed, glancing down at my half empty drink. "I don't want to be a virgin anymore." My friends exchanged glances, and Clara leaned in closer, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"You know, I heard about that guy on campus, Noah Sebastian. He's supposed to be amazing in bed. I've heard stories, you should ask him."  I rolled my eyes, feeling my insides flutter at the name. "I am not gonna ask Noah Sebastian to fuck me. I don't want to feel like some charity case." I sighed. If He asked me, you bet your ass I'd let him. But sadly I'm also aware, that he is way out of my league. Hence why he hasn't asked me.

I've been around him and his friends at parties a bunch of times. We even had a nice long conversation one time about our favorite music. Yet he always found a girl the complete opposite of me to take home. "Come on! It's a great way to break the ice," Layna  smiled nudging me playfully. "You'd be in good hands!" I hugged my knees to my chest. "I don't know. He's had plenty of chances to ask me, and he hasn't. He isn't interested. I'll probably just go out and find someone at one of the bars in town."

They both smirk at each other, before quickly changing the subject. I decide to let it go, and join their new conversation. A couple hours later, I walked them to the door, as they gathered their things to leave. Layna turned towards me, pulling me into a hug. "Please just think about asking Noah. I promise you won't regret it." Clara nodded, hugging me as well.

I sighed nodding my head. "Yeah yeah, I'll think about it." I waved them off as they drove away, making my way back into the apartment. That night I stayed up late, looking up Noah's socials, going through his pictures like a stalker. "God why are you so hot." I mumbled under my breath. There is noway I'm asking him. I entered my apartment, tossing my keys onto the counter. The glow from the livingroom lamp casting a warm hue in the quiet apartment.

I settled into the couch, flipping through channels aimlessly as I tried to shake off feelings of loneliness. Each ding of my phone caught my attention, but I dismissed the notifications as my friends being typical sent: memes, inside jokes, and rants about the day. Suddenly, a knock echoed through the silence. I glanced at the clock—it was unusually late. Hesitantly, I stood up and opened the door, and my heart nearly stopped. There stood Noah, looking hot as usual.

"Hey, I hope I'm not interrupting," he grinned, his eyes casting down, and slowly back up my body. Confusion washed over me, as I struggled to respond. "Clara and Layna sent me." He chuckled, as my face fell in shock. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I remembered our conversation from a few nights ago. "Oh... wow, um, yeah I'm sorry for... this," I stammered. "I didn't know they'd... well, um..." I trailed off, feeling anxious and down right humiliated.

He chuckled softly, his presence magnetic, making it hard to look away. "It's alright." I shifted, biting my lip, an apology spilling out. "I really didn't mean for them to set this up. I'm just—I'm...you really don't have to be here."

"No, I'm mean it's okay.  No pressure, but I'm glad they sent me," he assured gently, taking a step closer. "I want to be here. And honestly? I'd love to help you." My heart raced as I processed his words. This impossibly sexy guy, the one everyone talked about, wanted to help me. The weight of my own inexperience settled heavily on my chest, embarrassment mixing with excitement.