Yogscast X Reader

Martyn X Reader - Don't Leave

For HollyDollyHolmes 

"Leave her alone!"

A boy around the age of 5 appeared behind the group of bullies. He had blonde hair that would glow in the sunlight, bright blue eyes that were full of emotion, a small plaster placed over the bridge of his nose and he wore a plain, green t-shirt.

With one final board look at the girl the bullies left. The boy then ran up to the girl who sat on the floor quietly crying. The girl has (H/L), (H/C) hair, her (E/C) was hidden away from the boy who now stood in front of her and she wore brown boots with black leggings along with a (F/C) t-shirt.

"Are you okay?," The girl slowly looked up at the boy and with a sniffle she shakily nodded," What's your name?"

"(Y/N)" She quietly said standing up and wiping her eyes one last time.

"Well," The boy confidently said," I'm Martyn Littlewood"

That was the day (Y/N)'s and Martyn's friendship bloomed instantly. After that they were inseparable. You'd always find them both eating together, playing together or simply just talking with each other.

But they never stayed young forever. They grew along with their friendship and was looked up to as an example of how best friends should be by the younger people in their school. 

During winter they would always go out together no matter how cold it was they made a promise each winter to get out more. So, as the snow fell softly they walked side by side holding a hot drink each as their shoulders touched every now and again.

(Y/N) looked up at Martyn to catch him staring at her but took it as nothing special. However Martyn didn't realize that he was developing feelings for (Y/N). He did feel different around her he just took it as growing up and being hormonal nothing more.

"Can we do this forever?"He randomly asked as she looked at him in the eyes," Like no matter what happens we will do this every winter? Even if we ever fall out we will still do it?"

A smile appeared on her face as she looked up at the blonde haired boy before her. She never forgot how he practically saved her when they were 5. How his blue eyes glowed with everlasting joy and happiness and, yet that look in his eyes has never even faded.

"Of course" She quietly replied with a soft smile as they once again continued their walk in the snow.

However they weren't one of the most perfect friends as there were the arguments between them which sometime could get serious and violent but one which'll stick with them forever. Their last ever argument when (Y/N) was staying at Martyn's for a while because she had a falling out with her parents.

"Martyn? Where's my phone?" (Y/N) called down to Martyn who sat in his living room whilst his mother was in the kitchen cooking and his dad was at work. (Y/N) ran down the stairs and stood behind a mysterious Martyn who showed no emotion what so ever," Martyn where's my phone?"

She went to nudge him but she saw that in his hands lay her phone. He had unlocked it as they both knew each others passwords and he had loaded up some text messages.

"Who's Tom?" He mumbled his grip tightening on the phone as he intensely stared down at it, "Who is Tom Clarke?"

"He's a friend"

"A friend ... Are you sure he is just a friend with what you guys talk about?" Martyn slowly stood up with a tense posture. He then proceeded to turn around and face (Y/N),"and who the hell is Mark?"