Ben Hardy Imagines

Flatmates

"Y/N, our new flatmate is here!" My friend yells up the stairs. Today is the day our new flatmate arrives, and while everyone else has met him, I haven't, mainly because I was out working. But from what they told me, he's a nice guy, and it makes everything around here even. Two guys, two girls sharing sharing the space.

I eagerly head down the stairs, into the living room just as the guy enters through the front door with a suitcase. After struggling a little, he makes it into the lounge and looks up at me

"Ben?" I ask in shock.

"Y/N? Holy hell, it's been a long time since I've seen you." He drops his suitcase and runs up to me to give me a giant hug.

"Yeah, it's been too long." I say into his neck before I let go and look into his eyes. "How have you been?" But before he could answer, we hear a cough from the door and we turn our attention to the other two flatmates.

"So, you two know each other. How do you to know each other?" Scott asks almost suspiciously.

"We were good friends in high school for a couple of years before I had to move away." Ben said, smiling. We were good friends in high school. Actually, we were best friends. Complete dorks, of course. Not popular at all, although we never tried to be. We didn't care because, as cliche as it sounds, we had each other. I grew kind of depressed when he left. I did have other friends, but none of them understood me the way he did. While we did try and keep in contact, it wasn't the same and we both became too busy with school and after school jobs.

But that doesn't matter now because somehow we made it back together through it all, all because of a flatting advertisement. But damn, has Ben grown into himself. I mean, gone is the scrawny teenager with glasses who I loved, and in his place is a well built, hot guy who also has glasses. But these glasses seem to pronounce his blue eyes a lot more than they used to. I wonder if puberty has done me justice the same way it has done him justice.

"So, your Ben. The best friend who got away." Y/F/N says before looking Ben up and down. "Y/N, you didn't tell me how hot he was." This comment makes my face go red and Ben bursts out laughing.

"Aren't you a lesbian though?" Scott asks and I mentally face palm. Or I might have actually done it. Yeah, I think I actually did it, my face hurts.

"Honey, all because I prefer vaginas over dicks, doesn't mean I can't appreciate the fine looks of guys. I'm just stating the obvious with Ben." Damn, that girl has confidence.

"Welcome to your new home." I say to Ben with a laugh. May your stay be as interesting as it has for me.

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Ben has now been living with us for three months and it couldn't have been better. Every body loves him and he actually pulls his weight and helps out around here unlike the guy who was here before him who basically just wanted a free pass. Yeah, we kicked him out, obviously.

Having Ben here is also a lot like he never left. We're back to being inseparable best friends who do nearly everything together. However, this has also come with comments from our other flatmates, most particularly Y/F/N, to 'just hook-up already', or to 'get a room', or even to 'just become a couple already because we're already acting like one'.

This has created a few awkward situations between us when they blurt these things out, but soon we just forget about it, or dismiss it and carry on with how we were.

Tonight we're having our fortnightly flatmate movie night with Scott choosing the film and to my surprise he chose Me Before You. Not that I'm complaining because I love that film, but I wouldn't have picked him to choose that film. We all settle down for the film, Ben picking up my legs and placing them over his lap, allowing me to snuggle into his side, which also cause Y/F/N to send me one of those looks. I don't care, this is comfy.

I lay my head on his shoulder but in doing this, I have ensured that I have started to doze in and out of sleep through out the film. As I start to come back into consciousness, but not enough for me to open my eyes, I feel lips press against my forehead.

"Maybe one day I'll be able to call you mine and you'll call me yours." Ben whispers and I fall back asleep with one thought on my mind.

I'd love to one day be yours and for you to be mine.