James Marriott x WillNE

It's been a while

((A/N: Sorry the parts are so short, and also so infrequent! I'm working on it!!))

James POV

I feel like we got back to his flat faster than usual. Maybe taxis are easier to track down at midnight, or maybe it's because I zoned out the entire way here. Physically, I don't remember a thing. But here I am. I stare at the familiar number on the door to his flat and wonder when the last time was that I was even here. When Mia and him were together, things were different. Will was so busy, and he didn't really want to do YouTube anymore. Now that they're broken up, and it's been a while too, I don't know why I haven't been over. Probably, because I haven't been invited.

"Right, home sweet home." Will says with fake cheeriness. It is a mess in here, which isn't to be expected with Will. Usually, i'm the messy one.

"Oooh okay." I laugh to myself and plonk myself down onto the sofa. I'm sleeping here tonight. Will always would insist I take the bedroom, but then he would complain for weeks that his neck and back were killing him and it would make me feel like an awful person.

Part of me wonders if we're going to discuss what happened at the bar. Not a lot happened I suppose. It's just, I can't shake this feeling that Will hangs out with me out of default. Or that he feels bad for me or something. It's also not like he's stupid. I know he knows that working in close proximity to him has messed my brain up a little. The jokes I make are just jokes. But I do sort of feel a little-

"Get off the sofa." he says to me with a smile. "You're not sleeping there, c'mon." Will tugs on my arm, in attempt to pull me up, but realistically the only outcome is he gets pulled down. I'm not ready for the awkwardness that would come from that. Instead, I shove his arm off gently and shake my head with a laugh.

"No because you complain to me for weeks, Will." I roll my eyes at him and fold my arms once again. "I'm sleeping here and you can have the bed."

Will pulls a grimace like expression, maybe in confusion or maybe in disgust for my stubbornness. Either way, nothing could prepare me for what happens next.

"No, you idiot, you can sleep in the bed too. It's like, massive. And we're bros. I'm not shitting myself over sharing a bed." He says it so nonchalantly that I wonder if he knows how much it made my heart skip a beat. Nothing feels casual anymore. "As long as you don't sleep talk or like take up the whole bed or something." He laughs to himself, wandering to the stairs, signifying that it is time for bed.

And I guess.. I follow him?