Palaye Royale x Reader

Wonderwall (Sebastian x Female Reader)

I GOT MOTIVATED!

  Third Person POV.
  Just a simple date.
  Nothing too sexual, nothing too fancy, just a simple date in casual clothing to a diner. (Your name) had been there with Sebastian through everything. His breakup, his heartbreak, those long nights where he was so drunk he had no idea what he was crying about, and those emotional hangovers Sebastian got. (Your name) was the best woman ever. Sebastian always could rely on her for support. Just his best friend since high school. But, that wasn't going to last forever. Sometimes, friendships progress into something much more than just a friendship.
  On one of Sebastian's sober nights, he had a breakdown. As he sat on the couch in the sitting area of the tour bus,his body shook with sobs, he was practically screaming, and he was gripping at his hair with a tight squeeze. Sebastian was about to rip his hair out until he felt a very gentle arm wrap around his shoulders. His grip on his hair loosened, and he looked up. His best friend softly wiped the handsome man's cheeks.
  "Seb, is it about her..?" (Your name) asked. Sebastian nodded, sniffling softly. The shorter girl pulled the tall guitarist close to him. (Your name) was a photographer and a tour manager, but she tripled as Sebastian's therapist, basically.
  Sebastian pulled himself onto the couch so his legs were laying on the couch and his head was in his friend's lap. Sebastian smiled as a blanket was pulled over him. He felt very appreciated around (your name.)
  After a few minutes of calming down, Sebastian sat up and hugged the girl beside him very gently. "Thanks... that means a lot to me, (your name.) I love you." He said, not really thinking. They loved eachother but rarely voiced it. It felt strange, especially since Sebastian had dated someone for so long. "I love you too, Sebastian... I love you a lot." (Your name) said with a slight blush.
  The pair met eyes for a moment. Before either one of them could think much or rather, think at all, Sebastian's lips crashed into (your name's) soft, beautiful, (your lip color) lips. Sebastian was gentle, very gentle. After a minute or so, the two pulled apart and stared into each other's eyes for a moment. (Your name) loved how pretty Sebastian's eyes were. He was just sexy and handsome, but his eyes could only be described as pretty.
"(Your name), would you like to go out to dinner tomorrow night?"
"Of course, I would love to."

  The following night.
  Sebastian's POV.
  Am I overdressed? No, I'm underdressed. Fuck. This isn't working like I planned. Will (your name) even want roses? Fuck. Emerson had helped me prepare for our date while (your name) was out shopping for snacks and stuff, considering we are running low on snacks. We eat a lot. I sigh and look in the mirror. I'm dressed normal. Besides, I'm just taking her to a small diner that we happened to find on tour, nothing fancy.

Sebastian, stop.

  It'll all go perfectly fine. Besides, (your name) loves you. Besides, she won't care. Will she? STOP.
  When she gets back, she's already wearing black Converse and a pretty yellow dress. She likes black but wears color as well. Her hair has a flower in it and her makeup is a bit darker but it's absolutely stunning. I awkwardly hand the roses to her and she smiles happily. She places them on the counter of the kitchen area in the bus.
  The diner is a walking distance from the bus, and so we decide to just walk there. As we walk, (your name) unexpectedly links her smaller hand into mine. Her hands are soft, small, and very pretty.
  We talk about the most random things that just happen to come to mind. Family, music, books (although I'm not really a reader), what we want to do with our futures. After a brief pause in our conversation, (your name) looks up at me.

  "You're my Wonderwall."
  "Is that an Oasis reference?"

  She rolls her eyes but smiles. I never sing. Ever. I haven't ever been much of a singer, but I feel the need to sing to her. She's too amazing not to sing to.
"Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do, about you now....."

  (Your name) smiles so brightly as I sing to her. She obviously loves it when I sing. Pretty soon, the song that I grew up loving is just... pouring out of my mouth. It doesn't sound bad, either. Honestly, I kinda sound like that guy from The Killers, but I can't remember his name.

  "I said maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me
you're gonna be the one that saves me
you're gonna be the one that saves me..."

  "That was almost as lovely as you, Sebastian." (Your name) says with one of the prettiest smiles I've ever seen.

  "Thank you, baby doll."