*Scotts POV*
Mitch do you know where my?-" I cut myself off after walking into his hotel room to find him wearing the navy blue Gucci sweater id been looking for for about 2 hours "oh for fucks sake" .
"What?" He asked innocently, staring down at his laptop .
"That sweater!" I huffed .
"What about it?" He asked , still sounding just as innocent and confused "you left it on my bed last night?".
"I've been looking for it for two hours" I sighed and sat down next to him. He cuddled into my side and placed a light kiss on the side of my neck.
"Sorry Scotty" . I wrapped my arms around his fragile little body and pulled him away from his laptop and into my lap.
"It's fine , you look cute in it anyway" I looked at the way the sweater hung on his body. It was way way way too big on him that was for sure.
The sleeves went down way past his hands and he could've practically worn it as a dress if he'd have wanted to. It framed his little figure perfectly, he looked like a pixie in a Giants clothes.
"I can tell" he winked standing up , swaying his hips as he walked over to his dressing table "the way you're looking at me like that says it all".
"I'm-im not staring" I stuttered.
"Liar" he laughed. I was blushing and it came as an instant defence mechanism just to change the subject.
"We have to be down in the lobby to meet Kevin in 10 minutes".
"10 minutes ago" he corrected me.
"What?!" I asked.
"We were supposed to be in the lobby to meet Kevin in 10 minutes 10 minutes ago, lets go" he rolled his eyes at me before fixing his hair in the mirror.
"I don't have a shirt" I huffed "which surprisingly enough was why I came in here in the first place".
"Here" he said, throwing a completely different shirt at me, that still somehow belonged to me.
"Do you just steal my clothes when I'm not looking?" I sighed.
"They look cute on me".
"Whatever" I rolled my eyes, throwing the shirt he had given me over my head.
"Still looks better on me" he teased, flattening it out on my body, running his hands down my chest and back up again. We were only friends but for some reason that drove me absolutely crazy, weather Mitch knew it or not.
"Th-thanks".
"I think we need to get your speech checked out Scott" he said.
"Shut up!" I said defensively .
"you keep stuttering a lot today-" I cut him off before he could go any further and make me even more flustered than I already was.
"I don't care, I'm fine, lets go".
"Okay" he smiled picking up his phone and both of our suitcases . He shoved it into his pocket and swung his free hand down by mine as we walked. Tapping it with his fingers occasionally so our matching tattoos would touch.
"I'm glad we got them" he told me as we stepped into the elevator.
"'Me too" I replied. He laced his fingers in between mine and held my hand gently.
"They look at eachother when we hold hands".
"We never hold hands" I reminded him.
"Whatever" he shrugged, changing his tone all of a sudden and dropping my hand. I wasn't having it though and I picked his hand back up as we walked out into the lobby to meet Kevin.
"What took you guys so long?" He asked as I gave him a "bro" hug.
"Wardrobe disaster" .
"Scott were flying does it really matter what you wear?" He laughed.
"I was trying to pack" I told him.
"And what was so hard about-" he cut himself off for a moment , looking at Mitch and smiling before continuing "because Mitch never wears his own clothes".
"I do!" Mitch argued defensively.
"Shut up no you don't" I laughed, wrapping my arm around his shoulders and kissing his head
"Y'all are cute" Kevin smiled at me and then looked down at Mitch and raised his eyebrows suggestively.
"Disgustingly so" Avi said as he stepped out of the elevator .
I laughed nervously, hoping Mitch didn't notice and tried to form a functioning string of words. Mitch gave my hand a squeeze for some unknown reason and
"Y-yeah" was all I managed to choke out . I'd never got like that before, they called us cute all the time.
"You okay Scott?" Mitch asked.
"I'm fine" I lied. I felt lightheaded and dizzy all of a sudden, like I was going to have a panic attack.
"Do you wanna step outside for a minute?" He asked nervously.
"Please" I smiled weakly. He led me outside and sat down on a peice of concrete. I sat with him and he pulled me into his chest, something he'd never done before . I could smell that he'd already left his scent on my jumper.
"You're shaking, are you cold?" I shook my head "is it something they said?".
"They called us cute" I told him.
"They do it all the time?" Mitch sounded confused.
"But I'm kinda starting to see it Mitch, and that scares me" I told him truthfully .
"Don't be silly" Mitch giggled pulling me up. He looked me right in the eyes and tucked his hand underneath my chin, bringing our lips together in a short but sweet kiss "you've been seeing it for months".
"I -I" I had no words . My best friend had just kissed me, what was I even supposed to say to that.
"We really do need to get you to a speech therapist".
"Shut up" I sighed.
"You wanna go back in now?".
"Yeah" I told him. He took his hand in my own again and we walked back into the building with the guys waiting for us. I hadn't even noticed Mitch had slipped one of his rings onto my forefinger.
"You okay now?" Avi asked worriedly.
"Perfect" I replied.
"Wow you two really can't wear your own clothes" Kevin laughed looking down at the ring. I tried to hide it immeadiately but I knew it was too late. He'd already seen me wearing Mitchs most expensive ring and Mitch was stood in my sweater , what can I say. We had a thing for sharing.
