𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ✹ 𝐠. 𝐠𝐢𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐢 - 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠

Gibsie

Claire noticed my Haven the moment she walked into the room. It was subtle, but I could notice her tense up by the way her shoulders rolled back underneath her hoodie. She always did that on stressful situations and I picked up that little tick of her over the millennium of hours I'd spent near her inside this same house. The blonde immediately looked at her up and down, as if trying to size her up. It was like she felt she had a superior stance than Haven just because she was wearing normal clothes and Haven was in pajamas. In her defense, she just woke up and it's her house so she can wear whatever the hell she wants.

Claire walked to the counter near Haven and perched herself next on it, scanning Haven up and down again as if she's assessing her every flaw. "Do you want something?" Haven asked. I looked around the kitchen and found Johnny talking with Shannon, his arm lazily around her shoulder, still in the doorway and blissfully surrounded by their own personal bubble.

"No," Claire drawled with a smirk plastered on her face, "just being friendly."

Haven rolls her eyes and that causes Claire to chuckle and respond mockingly "No need to be so bitter honey, it's too early for that."
"The same way it's too early to be a bitch?" She retorts, not even looking at Claire while she serves herself more cereal. Claire's eye twitches.

"Are you always this insufferable or am I getting special treatments?" Claire asks, leaning her back against the counter and speaking with an annoyed tone. Haven shrugs and saunters around the kitchen looking for her spoon.

Her dismissal angers the blonde even more. I watch with hawk eyes as Haven moves around looking for her spoon and beam internally when she finds it. She grabs her bowl and sidespets around Claire, ready to leave. "Aww leaving so soon?" Claire bites, still trying to get under her skin. Haven didn't like confrontations, I noticed that after years of time spent inside this very house. She avoided them or changed the topic whenever one tended to brew. She was doing it right now but instead of words, she just decided to leave.

Haven whistled for Atlas who brushed past the leg of my stool and ran to her owner. "Yeah I don't wish to lose more brain cells by having pointless conversations with you."

The fact that Haven left seemed to anger Claire and I was so out of it for a few minutes that I didn't notice Shannon leave the kitchen with Johnny hot on her heels, leaving me and Claire all alone. It was her voice that made me realize I was about to embark on a cosmic journey down the depths of my mind. "You're staring an awful lot Gibsie." She stated, her tone of voice sweet and bordering flirtatious. She looked at me through her big brown eyes.

"Just observing." I muttered, still a bit zoned off.

That got a cheeky smile out of Claire and she leaned back into the counter and gave me a lookover "At what?" She started, batting her eyelashes at me "Me perhaps?"

I shrugged and as the words left my mouth I instantly recoiled, "Maybe." Was I flirting with Claire? God kill me now. I was a flirter by nature and God knows that. Right now my body was taking over giving almost autopilot responses, and I hated myself for this. I felt nearly disgusted.

I will never admit this to anyone ever out loud and if someone says I said it, I'll deny it thoroughly and die on the hill of said denial, but I found Claire Biggs attractive-with her voluminous hair and borderline great face card, how could I not?

Her smirk grew wider at my words, leaning back even further into the counter, making her skin tight tank top ride up and her skirt look undeniably shorter. She tilted her head to the left which made her blonde curls fall that way.

My eyes fell from her face to the way she stood and then back up. She was undeniably attractive, I'll give her that but in the back of my mind I knew that she didn't hold a candle to my Haven, even when Claire's clothes were more appealing and the last image I had of Haven were pajama pants, mismatched socks with an ugly stained hoodie and messy braids.

I knew my attention was working magic on her ego and spoon feeding her the idea that I was into her. I was very aware that Claire liked me, she has since we were kids and I crossed over to her house to play with her older brother when we were little kids. There was no possible way I would go anywhere with her but still, I couldn't look away. I'm blaming it on the hormones guys.

I knew what I wanted and it wasn't Claire but still I was trapped. Trapped in the kitchen with Claire, trapped in my feelings with Haven, trapped in my very own mindspace.

Claire batted her eyelashes and spoke again, but I didn't hear her words, instead, I imagined Claire was replaced with Haven. The blonde wasn't speaking, it was my dark haired beauty with her sweet tone and freckle stained cheeks.

If Haven wasn't in the picture I would've definitely pounced on Claire as soon as I got the chance, but that wasn't the case. Haven was in the picture, and it was her I wanted, no matter how miserable I could be by not being able to be with her. I'd always pick her. I didn't care being single and staying alone as long as it meant that I could be available when the opportunity presented itself to be with her.

Claire looked at me as if she expected me to do something; she expected me to make a move on her. That made me feel odd inside, but not the good kind of odd, the bad kind of odd.

I gave Claire a curt nod and stiffly got up from the stool and left the kitchen, leaving an angry little Biggs. I didn't wait for a message from the big man or the lady upstairs, I just took matters into my own hands. I knew that if I stayed inside that kitchen with Claire's suggestive eyes and my own body acting against my will, I would've done something I would regret for the rest of my days on this planet.

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hi loves! I'm so sorry for the slow update, this week has been so hectic I had such little time to sit down and write this. we got a bit of insight on the Claire-gibsie relationship here and I think he left it very clear on his stances about her. 
also WHAT'S UP WITH THE WHOLE LIAM PAYNE SITUATION? I honestly can't believe that happened, I refuse to admit it's true. Haven's little directioner heart is broken as well as mine.
anyways, chapter 8 should be out soon and thank you everyone so so much for the reads, votes, and overall support this has been getting. if you'd like, leave a comment down below because I love to read them <3

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