Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

Bad For You (Part 2)

I feel like hell. The night I pushed him out I spent hours against the door, listening to his soft cries as I held my breath so I wouldn't do the same.

I mean I wanted to kiss Aris. I wanted to be his lovely. I wanted to be more than friends. I wanted to have his lips on mine again.

I can't though. We're just too different. He's too good for me. He talks to all these people, has all kinds of intelligence, mental and physical strength, and the biggest heart.

As for me, I work for WCKD. I’m not good enough for him. I don't deserve to be with Aris.

So I just laid on my bed, silently sobbing as I held the silly little doodles he made for me in my hand. The ones that meant everything. Because nobody had ever taken the time to make me something. Especially something that I could always carry with me and treasure forever.

Holding them to my heart, I cried even harder than before as I swore that I broke more and more every second. It's so stupid, because it's literally my fault, but I didn't know what else to do but be a mess. I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't focus on anything but him.

But he's not even here. He’s not coming back, and it's all my fault.

As I was just sobbing into my pillow I heard a firm knock on my door. Glancing up, I just stared at the door until they banged louder. Thinking it was probably a real worker, I wiped my eyes as best as I could with my sleeves before dragging my feet to open the door, looking at the floor as I did.

“Hi,”He whispered. At the sound of his voice I just started crying all over again. Without a word he stepped in and shut my door before wrapping his arms around me.

“You're not supposed to be here,”I got out through hiccuped sobs.

“No. I’m not,”He admitted. “But I am.”

“It's really hard to be angry at you when you come back and hug me.”

“But it also looks really easy to be sad without me,”He pointed out.

“I don't know how to say it. I don't know how to tell you everything that's wrong,”I whispered, burying my face in his neck. Placing his hand behind my head, he just held me as I sobbed.

“Y/N, I’m sorry,”He whispered, pulling away but keeping his hands on my shoulders. Wiping my tears, I just looked at him as I realized that if I wanted any chance of him being in my life, he needed to know.

“Aris, I do love you. I love you so much. I have for so long, and I've wanted to be with you. I still do, but I can’t. I’m not good for you. I-”
“What makes you think you get to decide that?”He interrupted.

“What?”

“What gives you the right to decide what's good for me? I know what you're like. I know who you really are, and you can't just say that I’m too good for you.”

“But I work for WCKD,”I reminded him.

“I couldn't care less. When I’m with you do you think that I’m looking at your job? Or do you think that I’m focused on the loving soul who knows how to make everything better and just brightens up my world by existing? Do you think I’m looking at what's embroidered on your shirt? Or at your captivating eyes and contagious smile? Do you think I’m thinking about what you say around them? Or am I too focused on your melody of a laugh and warm voice? Which of those things do you think I’m paying attention to?”

“You can't love someone like me.”

“But I can. I do. I love you, and you don't get to decide how much is too much for me to handle.”

“I’m not deciding anything. It's true. I-”
“When I kissed you what did you feel?”

“What?”I whispered.

“When I kissed you what went through your mind? If you were completely honest?”

“That it was wrong,”I whispered, “that it was wrong, but it was all I should be doing. That the boy I had been dreaming about was kissing me. That your lips were so soft. That I never wanted to stop.”

“So why can't you feel all those things? Why does it have to be wrong?”

“Because I work for WCKD. Besides, I’m alone all day while you're going to live with a bunch of girls. You’ll see someone better. You'll meet someone smarter, someone funnier, someone stronger, someone prettier, some-”
Cutting me off, he put his hand behind my head as he stepped closer. Pressing his forehead against mine, I could feel his breath near my lips as he took mine away.

“There is nobody better than you,”He whispered. Not knowing what to say, I just stared at him. “If this is wrong, push me away. If you really think that you're so bad for me, tell me to leave. Tell me not to kiss you.”

“But I don't want to be bad for you. I just want to kiss you.”

“Then, do it,”He dared.

With that being all I needed, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as I closed my eyes and pressed my lips against his. Without hesitating he kissed me back, sneaking his arms around my waist as we moved in sync.

And just like that I didn't need air. I needed him. I needed Aris. I needed somebody who I swore that I didn't deserve yet was still kissing.

Now that I could, now that I knew how to savor it, I realized just how gentle of a kisser he was. How truly slow and passionate he was. Yet there was still no lust, no greed. Just pure, sweet love.

And the best part was that it only took five seconds to realize that. Five seconds of his lips on mine until he pulled away.

“Will you be mine? Will you be my lovely?”He whispered.

“Yes. I will,”I nodded, standing there and hugging him. Just hugging back, he didn’t say a word as he held me close.

And he didn't need to. His touch, his presence, said a million.