One shots

Andrew Scott 1

*this is kinda sad sorry*

"What do you mean?" He asked. He looked over at me. I stared back at him while my best friend told him about the worst thing that has ever happened to me: the person I had ever been closest to had dead when I was a teenager and I had become depressed.

"I mean..." My friend looked at me and I nodded. "She changed. Drastically." I couldn't believe my best friend was telling the man I had a crush on and my only other friend in the world, Andrew Scott, about the years I was a depressed emo teen. Andrews gaze stayed on me until I couldn't take it anymore.

"If you need me I'll be....somewhere." I whispered and quickly got up. I hurried to the room I had at Andrews flat and closed the door. I finally let the tears fall. I sat with my back against a wall and stared at the picture of the two of us hanging on the wall.

Minutes passed before I heard Andrew.

"She what?!" His voice carried through the closed door and he sounded more Irish so I knew he had raised his voice.

"Andrew! Wait!" I heard my friend say but then the conversation got quiet again. I hugged my knees to my chest and rested my head on them. A little while later I could hear someone approaching my door. There was a soft knock.

"(Y/n)?" Andrew said softly. "Can I come in?"

"Yes." I replied quietly but I knew he heard because he pushed open the door and stood in the doorway. He looked down at me and I didn't raise my head.

"Is...." His voice caught in his throat. "Is everything true? All of it?" I nodded weakly still avoiding his eyes. "Oh god." The break in his voice was very noticeable. I raised my head and met his eyes. They were red and he looked like he was trying not to cry. The door was closed and Andrew sat down next to me. I turned my head to watch him.

"I guess you understand now why I couldn't tell you myself." I whispered, not hiding my tears now. Andrew looked at me with sadness.

"Yeah." His voice was so soft I could tell he was breaking inside. I moved so I could worm my way into his arms and wrapped my arms around his back. He held me tightly for a while before his head fell to my shoulder. "Dear god. I wish I'd never asked. It would've been better if I never found out." He whispered as his tears fell on my shirt. It broke my heart knowing this had broken him. I gently stroked his hair and rested my head against him.

"It would've been worse. Trust me. I've lost people because they never asked. They stabbed me in the back without a second thought and left me just like everyone else I'd come to love." I whispered my own tears now falling on his shirt.

"You haven't lost me." I froze. Andrew gently lifted his head and our watery gaze met.

"What?" I breathed out. Did he know? Was it that obvious?

"You haven't lost me." He smiled weakly. "I know (y/n). I know you like me." His hand came up to cup my cheek and his thumb wiped away my tears. "And do you honestly think I'd be so upset about this if I didn't feel the same way about you?" My eyes widened and I flung my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.

"Oh Andrew." I whispered. Andrew smiled against my neck where he had buried his face.

"I love you (y/n) and I'm not gonna let anything happen to you ever again."