I Want to Help You (CrankGamePlays x OC) [COMPLETED]

Too Good for You

At first, I can't believe what's happening. Then, as it sets in I close my eyes, melting into the loving embrace. He puts his other hand on my cheek as I place mine on his chest. I'm trying not to cry. That didn't go well for Cho and Harry, and it would definitely not go well for me.

After a few seconds we pull apart, and I know I can't hold back anymore. I put my head onto his chest, letting the tears flow at last. He holds me to him, leaning his head on mine, whispering soothing words to me. After all, that's gone on in my life, I can't believe it's Ethan who's holding me right now, telling me it's going to be okay. No one has ever done this for me.

I finally manage to stop my tears, and I let out a shuddering sigh. I cover my face with my hands, hot and sticky from crying, and continue to lean into him. Ethan keeps me in a comforting hug and kisses the top of my head, standing still, letting me calm down.

After what feels like hours and yet no time at all, he takes me away from the door. Still holding me with one arm, he takes my fully packed bag from me with his free hand, placing it on the floor once we stop walking. I find myself on the couch,  back in the corner I was in last night. I rub my eyes with the heels of my hand, Ethan's arm still draped around my shoulder.

He gets up with a short squeeze on my shoulder. After a minute or two of quiet sniffling, Ethan hands me the mug he held earlier. It's filled with tea. "Thanks," I mumble. I taking a sip of smoldering drink. It's good, even if it is burning my throat. He nods and puts the covers around me. He sits down next to me and pulls me into a one arm hug, comforting me with his warmth and soothing words. I turn slightly towards him, resting my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes and drinking my tea. He leans his head on mine.

"I'm sorry," I say quietly after a gap of silence.

"For what?" He whispers back.

"Crying on you. Everything. It just all... crashed down on me. All at once. I'm sorry." I mumble again, still a bit embarrassed. I take another sip of tea. The arm around my shoulder gives a slight, comforting squeeze.

"Don't apologize. I know the last few days were hard, I'm glad you trust me enough to let it go around me, to let me comfort you." I smile.

"You're too good for me," He chuckles.

"Honestly, it's you who's the best," He says, earning a light shove in his side. We sit for another five minutes in silence, me drinking in tea and Ethan... well, I don't know. I finally finish the warming drink, and I look at the mug, a bit forlorn.

"So... What's the plan?" I ask, looking up at the brunet.

"We have a spare room. Just across from the bathroom. You can stay there, and when you get up tomorrow, I can take you to your house to get some clothes and stuff for the next two weeks. You'll sleep there, I don't want you at home alone. Mark'll understand, I'll explain it to him." I smile up at him.

"You're too good for me," I repeat. He smiles, blushing slightly. He untangles himself from me and stands up, picking up my bag. I follow suit, still wrapped in the blanket— it's warm and comforting. We walk to the room, and he opens the door for me.

"Thanks," I reply and walk inside. He follows behind me and I put the blanket on the bed, looking around. It's small, with a full sized bed against the back wall, a waist-height dresser with a mirror on top next to the bed, and a small tv across from the both of them. He plops my bag on the dresser. I walk over and take out a pair of sweatpants, a sweater, my brush, and toiletries. I look in the mirror. My face is red and puffy. I sigh.

"I'm going to get changed. I'll be right back." He nods from the bed, where he's sitting down with his phone. I go into the bathroom, get into my clothes, and place I decide to leave my hair down because keeping it up can give me a headache.

I turn the sink water on cold and splash it on my face, the cold water cooling my face down. I sigh. I haven't cried like that since I was thirteen, when I found out James was going to a mental hospital. I didn't even cry that hard when I was forced to move here to LA.

I turn the tap so it runs warm, wringing my hands in the soothing water as I think. If that kiss meant what I think it meant, then... I'm going to be in for a rough ride. He has over a million subscribers, not to mention has been in videos with Mark, who has over 20 million people following his every move.

But you don't know what he meant. Don't get your hopes up. Says a reasoning voice in my head. "Shut up, anxiety, I have to go back before Ethan thinks I drowned in the toilet," I mutter. I grab my stuff and head out.

I open the door to the guest room to see Ethan sitting cross-legged on the right side of the bed, remote in his hand. He looks to me, smiling.

"Since you seemed pretty shaken, and since I'm not really tired, I thought it would be good if we watched a movie together." He says, giving me that adorable smile. I look at the tv. It's the list of all the Harry Potter movies. I look back to him with a wide smile.

"Sounds great." I walk over and sit on the bed next to him.

"Which one?" I immediately know the answer.

"The fourth one. Goblet of Fire. By far the best movie." I gush. He selects it, and presses play. I snuggle against the pillow behind me, and I feel something against my foot. It's the fluffy blanket I had before. I pick it up and throw it over Ethan and me.

"Thanks." He puts his arm around my shoulder, lying down with me to watch. I lean against him and make sure I can see. I didn't say it was the best movie for nothing.

(A/N)

Sorry this is late I had church today it's Palm Sunday and I decided to make a ring outa palm leaves so I'm gonna put a picture cuz I can okay okay.

OKEY DOKEY LET'S TALK ABOUT SOMETHING BESIDES MY LIFE XD

You're about to watch my favorite Harry Potter movie!! Okay, if you don't like Harry Potter, then just change the movie. Okay? Okay.

Song: On My Mind, Ellie Goulding

~ Salem