Beckett Bradstreet X Reader

She

Beckett's P.O.V.

I walked into the class and she was the first person I saw...is that odd well maybe. I don't know if I can even talk to her...She was wearing this black crop top and leggings paired with a (y/f/c) beanie and matching vans. She looked like the one to match my style perfectly, And was she cute. I walked off hating myself "I got too close but not close enough"

She calls up from behind "Hey Beck! What are you doing tonight?" I stand there in shock "Oh..nothing" "Meet me here after school" "I have Prima practice" she sounds lost "Oh then I'll wait" "See you after"

Did she just do that?

Your P.O.V.

Did I just do that? And he said yes... 

Later that day 

Your'e in the studio working on your piece and  he is heading back from Prima practice. "Hello (y/n)" you hear muffled under the sound of your amp. You spin around "Beck!" "Who told you you could call me that?" He says teasingly. You giggle "Geez just take me on my tour already" he grabs your hand his grip is soft surprisingly soft

he swiftly pulls you along "Do you like to dance?"

"I'm in the music program love" you pause letting your hand free "dammit"  "wait!'' he grabs your hand and spins you around pushing you slightly against the wall to where you cant get loose like you so desperately wanted. "Love?" he says breathlessly "I...It's nothing Beck" He looks at you disappointed "I feel the same" I look away "WHO ARE YOU TO TELL ME HOW I FEEL?" you sink to the floor as his grip loosens and he walks off "I'm sorry..." you say softly. He turns around at the door frame and head slowly to you bending to where you are "its okay..." he lifts your chin like he did before and kisses you softly "It's fine" you sit there in his arms for what feels like a while until he stands up pulling you with him "You know I have my secrets too..." "What do you mean?" "I saw you dancing...in the audition hall this morning" you brush your hair out of your face "Oh that, it was nothing" "I sing too...." You laugh "Yeah right!" He pulls you to the side and you dance slowly he picks you up and lifts you high. You close your eyes is this a fear of him dropping you or the fear of not remembering this the next day...He sets you down and walks off "There's this girl... she seems to hide behind fake smiles and sly remarks...She has my world she had my heart from millisecond one" 

"What was that" you say giggling he looks at you  "she...is you"