Sebastian Stan Imagines

Buddies (Part 6)

A/N: Okay, part six. This series will still continue. So far, I think there is going to be one or two more parts, we'll see.

Warning: drama time, cursing, angst

I think I might be in love with you.

You were pacing back and forth in the living room early in the morning. The memories of the night before flashing through your mind as you ran your hands over your face in frustration, you tugged at your hair in a stressful manner.

Sebastian was in love with you.

You couldn't believe it... Well, that wasn't completely true.

It didn't take a genius or a mind reader to tell that Sebastian had feelings for you. Sure, he always told you how he only saw you as a friend with benefits but you saw right through him. Although you knew the truth that he tried to cover up with his little white lies, you refused to believe it. Now that he had confessed his love for you, it was a lot harder to do so.

You had been tossing and turning all night, the words 'I think I might be in love with you' running through your mind.

It would have been another story if he had muttered those words out in his sleep but he had been wide awake, with no ounce of alcohol in his system since he had had to drive. He had been sober, in his right mind while saying those words and it scared the hell out of you.

You felt bad. Out of all the people in the world it had to be you Sebastian fell for. The two of you wanted completely different things. He wanted a relationship, commitment and you wanted none of that. You didn't believe in love, didn't want a commitment because you didn't see it going anywhere. You didn't want a relationship like Sebastian did.

Or did you?

"Morning."

You were startled by Sebastian. You hadn't heard him come down and you turned around, wide-eyed with a gasp.

"Are you okay?" Sebastian asked, worried. "What's wrong?"

You shook your head, taking a deep breath and trying to seem as nonchalant as possible. "Didn't get much sleep. Just a little jumpy," you said as you shivered, chills running down your spine.

Sebastian looked you up and down, frowning. "Why didn't you get any sleep?"

"Just... Some nightmares, it's no big deal."

"It is if it kept you up all night," Sebastian said firmly, placing a hand on your arm which made your whole body stiffen. "What was the nightmare about?"

You shrugged, letting out a forced laugh. "Just... Interviews... Going wrong."

Sebastian sighed and pulled away. "It's going to be fine. You did great yesterday, it's not going to be any different."

You nodded, gulping as you looked straight into his eyes. Those beautiful bright eyes that made you feel at home, they gave you a sense of security. You couldn't help but notice the loving gaze he had when he looked at you. Even though your mind was telling you to look away, your heart was telling you not to. It confused you, how they were telling you to do different things.

Sebastian's brow rose as he stared back at you. He waved his hand in front of your face, causing you to quickly advert your gaze from him.

"Why are you awake so early anyway?" You asked, changing the subject before he could ask anything more concerning your odd behavior.

He shrugged. "The bed just felt cold without you." He pouted, clearly joking but the words and the way he delivered them to you still tugged at your heart in a pleasant yet slightly painful way. You kept your poker face on, though, not wanting to show him just how much his words really affected you. You even chuckled slightly, going over to the kitchen.