Four Hundred and Twenty | Yogscast Lewis (xReader)

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"Fuck." Hannah swore, her wrist flailing at all angles after getting pricked by a needle.

Beside her, the black-red-haired woman laughed and tilted her head back whilst I stood by the lines - trying not to smile.

We were trying to sort out the costumes before signing and I assisted Hannah trying to sew back on a part of her costume due to her fear of needles. "Don't mind Kim, we'll steal her 'noods' and show it to world."

"Oi!" Both of us stared and Kim had to quickly defend her love of noodles and her Ramen lunch whilst we finished our sewing problem. Even I disliked the fiddling, but perhaps it was because Hannah was relying on my sewing skills which I lacked of. She was changing her shirt whilst Kim and I put out more filming of us commenting about what had been happening.

In fact Insomnia was considered nosier than I expected, not including the bright flashing lights that swarmed every room and booth they provided and the lack of open and fresh air. It was like being cramped in an airtight bag which I was prized as a salmon - much like Trott's story on how he was vacuumed as a fish.

Now that was a story I could not forget.

Kim and I managed to manoeuvre over to our seats and waited for the signing to begin. She had cooped herself over near Duncan and Caff and I was left walking over to the empty two seats by George. She had alright looked refreshed and pumped with excitement for meeting people. On the other hand, I definitely knew I was not ready.

It was not when I sighed in shame when George commented on my awful tied-back hair that came across as a blackberry bush and a dust ball under a sofa. There was no caring to my looks, but I knew people often judged their idols when it came to appearance. 

He also added, "Why didn't Hannah, Kim or Nina tell you?"

I was too tired to be annoyed and replied with nonchalance, "Because Hannah's costume tonight is more important than my hair problem." My hands quickly fiddled with the hair bobble and I winced once I pulled it out. "I'll try and look decent."

Just as I had been doing so, Lewis walked over. I was too focused on trying to get the last hair band out and didn't mean to ignore the man. George was chatting next to Sjin and I ended up crying in frustration.

His eyes darted over to me, suppressing a smirk. "You alright there?"

"Shut it, Brindley." I now glared and his lips formed a faint smile. "It was a matter of monetizing Hannah's outfit or making me look presentable."

I thought he was going to make it worse when he spoke, "Here, let me help."

"No it's fine, really-" My protests did not help once his hands then took over where I had been trying to remove. 

He was gently pulled back my hair and took the band off. There was a point I had to wince but he quickly stopped and asked if I had been alright.

This man was indeed being careful, almost too gentle that it had reminded me when I saw the worry the nerve in his eyes. His fingers did not touch any part of my head other than the tangled part of my hair. I assumed that it had reminded him of when I fainted when he tried to see if I was alright. But I never wanted him to have felt that. Maybe this was an improvement.