Four Hundred and Twenty | Yogscast Lewis (xReader)

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- Last Night of Insomnia -

Never I imagined to be back at another social event. Not that the Twitch party ever counted as one, though I had intended to dodge this social gathering ever since the charity ball and the little fiasco.

I had my arms weighed down on top of the metal table, making sure it didn't wobble whilst I pulled myself forward so I sat on the edge of the seat. A cup of beer rested on my fingers, letting them tap on the plastic material to the beat. The bass sound roared in discomfort, echoing in large waves that sent the hairs on my skin tingling upwards.

"You alright, [Y/N]?" 

Turning to my side, I noticed a familiar voice call to me. His eyes found mine, the distress in his unsettled smile caused me to falter. I licked my lips and hummed.

"I'm fine," I simply spoke, continuing to tap on my cup. Though, he expected to somehow find a explanation from me.

Anyhow, I never stopped trying to glance back. I hoped he didn't notice whenever I did. His eyes smiled after he asked how I was. And always contributing to conversations as I held back myself from not seeing the familiar ginger man on the other table, letting go the tension between are faces.

What I was certaintly worried about was getting drunk.

Mike slapped me on the back, and I glared as he said, "Such a fucking liar! You said you were going to be sober!"

"Fuck you!" A laugh rolled of my mouth, shoving my elbow at him so he couldn't lean down to the table to grab my drink. I snatched the cup back - pulling it to my chest. He had walked over to our table, just to prove our little antics.

The blonde man pouted, grabbing the next full cup on our table. "I took a bet with Barry, you know."

On the other side, sitting opposite me: Harry held his right arm out, palm out. I watched Mike toss a ten pound note at the young man before blowing a kiss at our direction. His little antic with us didn't last long, once the CEO of our company shooed the man away from our table before I could retort back.

Just as I was about to turn around, back to facing the stage, an arm slipped around my shoulders. I looked across and my breath shortened. His face was just inches at me, and I could feel his breath brushing against me cheek. It felt too exposed, as if everyone was staring at me - at us.

Though when I glanced at the edge of my vision, no one seemed to care about the two of us.

His voice was hard to distinguish from the multiple layers of sounds, but it hard not to notice how it made my the beat in my chest deepen.

"Hey," He spoke. "Are you sure you're okay?"

I rolled my eyes and replied, "Stop worrying, you dumb arse."

He gave me an amused.

"I am fine." My hands placed down the cup and gestured my whole body. Turning back to his face, I watched his disbelieving look fall into crestfallen smile.