Four Hundred and Twenty | Yogscast Lewis (xReader)

T h i r t y

T h i r t y

D a n c e o f S e c r e t s

If you had a secret, that could jeopardize someone's life and lose them for it - what would you do?

There are two options. First: keep it secret. Or second: tell them the truth. The only matter of the fact is that: which one is more selfish?

And when I saw Lewis in any way, I tried to ignore the concern in my head - that maybe he held a sort of secret too.

I noticed now why he's been well aware of my presence, or mostly aware that I wasn't in the room. Even when I entered the common room or the kitchenette to grab a cup of tea, he didn't even gave me a single glance. No, he downright thought no one was in the room apart from himself.

It was inevitable that the odds had decided to take the piss on my so called hypothesis. Because as I walked down the aisle, the only seat left had to be by Mr Silver Fox himself.

For the rest of the ceremony, my eyes never wandered anywhere. Pippa and Jordan were exchanging their vows - something about being loyal and trusting each other. In fact I wasn't clearly listening to the words, hearing well enough the uncertainty of the two.

And another reason I wasn't listening was the man beside me.

Seemingly in a rigid position, Lewis sat on his chair like he was containing himself within a cage. His fingers quickly clenched and moved whilst his eyes constantly darted from them and back to the two stars of the show.

However, that wasn't why I was intrigued about.

Despite being in the higher terrain of the state, California was blazing out in heat. Therefore, all the groomsmen and the guests were suggested to just wear long sleeve shirts and a thin blazer. I was glad for that, because I never seen Turps belting in sweat

I lied well enough that I never took my gaze off Pippa and Jordan, because what I had noticed was Lewis' arm. There was a distinct groove embossed on his arm; a tinted shade of pink lining it. The stitching was a couple of months old, but usually shallow cuts would disappear at that time.

And his expression when he talked to Pippa and when Lewis looked at her during the wedding, I had gulped down the dread.

Once the ceremony finished, we shortly traveled to the reception. The venue was adorned in white and blue and red, garnished with a bit of gold. Even Turps could tell that it was because of the two couple's love of the colours.

Food, drinks, best man speech. Then the dancing happened.

"You're going to be sitting there for the rest of the evening."

A tall figure overlooked me, and I slowly sipped my champagne. I chortled, "I don't particularly like dancing."

Alex Smith snorted but I glanced at him with a raised brow. Him and I weren't even in social speaking terms; the only time we had to speak was whenever Trott and Ross forced me to be in their streams once in a while. Just because I was a good sharp shooter - or that due to the fact that Harry was busy.

In the end, I clamped down the glass and plastered a forced smile back. I gestured my hand towards him so he could lift me up and take me to the dance floor. Smith sniffed before gracing over my waist with one hand and the other in mine.