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sweets - comfort

summary: you just got dumped and you go to Sweets, your best friend. he talks to you and makes everything better. little do you know that he's secretly in love with you.

"Sweets?" You open the door to his office suddenly, with wet, puffy eyes and your hair clinging to your cheek. You felt awful and imagined yourself to look like a train wreck. But when Lance looked up from his papers at his desk he saw the face that he's desperately in love with, the beautiful eyes he's always caught staring at and he instantly knew something was majorly wrong and you've been crying.

He got up from his chair within seconds, worry and confusion clouding his head. His face held a sad, soft expression, sharing in your pain without even knowing what caused it. By the way he looks at you, you understood how much he deeply cares.

"[y/n]? What's wrong, what happened?" His voice was unusually low pitched compared to normal. He was serious, wanting to know absolutely everything and how to help. He was right in front of you now, his hands on your shoulders.

"[boyfriend's name] said something and..." You stuttered, your tone faltering many times you got lost in tears, unable to finish your sentence.

His lips were parted when he heard this. First, he felt hopeful. The possibility of being yours... it excited him. But then he became so angry that someone made you cry and upset, he could barely control it. "Hey, hey, hey, it's alright. Take a seat, [y/n]." He lead you towards the couch and he sat next to you, his hands on your crying face, trying to wipe away tears.

"He broke up with me." You closed your eyes, taking deep breaths in attempt to collect yourself.

"Oh, [y/n], i'm so sorry." He had a sorrowful expression. Sweets was clearly genuinely upset about this, to see the girl he believes to be the most beautiful and fascinating human to ever exist be so broken. He didn't understand how anyone could ever hurt you.

"He said... he said he can't find the time to have a girlfriend." You began explaining. "But I prioritized him above everything. He did nothing in return. But yet he broke up with me." You shook your head, more tears streaming down your cheeks. There were so many thoughts going through your head you almost felt numb.

Lance started to burn up in anger for what this guy did. "He doesn't deserve you. Obviously. Honestly, no one does. You're amazing, too amazing, for anyone."

"He- he never liked me for wh-who i am. D-do you know what that does to my self esteem?" You couldn't stop stuttering now. You were doing all you could to hold yourself together, trying not to cry any more.

Lance's heart shattered. He wanted to scream out about how loved you are and by him. He wanted to kiss your perfect lips and hold your hand. But he had to refrain himself, not wanting anything to be more difficult for you as they are now. "Shhh, no, oh [y/n]. He's such an idiot. Who would leave you? I mean, he obviously doesn't know the definition of perfect. He doesn't know what he just let slip through his fingers. That's his loss." He told you sternly in a convincing manner. He was so passionate and certain about every word he said and you could tell, too.

If it weren't for the pain you would have smiled. You've never been more grateful for the amazing person you have in your life that's always been there for you, for everything. You didn't know how to express your affection and appreciation for Sweets so you asked one simple question, knowing he'd understand what you meant. "Will you hold me?"

Without a second of hesitation, Lance Sweets took you into his arms. He held you in such a way that told you everything he was feeling. Passionate, caring, relief, joyful. And the greatest of these is love. He is in love with you.

"Thank you." You whispered softly, listening to the sound of his beating heart. At first it raced from the excitement of hugging you, loving you; and then it slowed to a gentle pace and you knew he was content.