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liked by benhardy, zendaya, and 382,823 others nolan (posting this before i get too fucked) here i present our lovely president barack obama and the legend himself, john fucking lennon
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furlernic aren't you already drunk nolan? ↳nolan mind ur business bitch
saoirseronan killer!! where are you? ↳nolan meet me by the fire babe!! missed u
REAL LIFE!
Nolan quickly walked to the back sliding door, with Nic slowly trailing behind. Nolan and Saoirse have been friends for quite some time, and it's pretty rare that they see each other due to them living in completely different places. But, when they did, it was almost like they were never apart. There was never an awkward moment between them. Well, up until this halloween night. As the two men walked into the October night, Nolan's eyes quickly lit up seeing the blonde girl. Not paying attention to his other surroundings, he embraced the girl in a hug. "Nolan! I've missed you, you fucker!", Saoirse yelled over the loud music. "How the hell have you been?" With a big, goofy smile on his face, Nolan replied, "I've missed YOU, my fucking angel. I've been holding on, what about you?". The two talked for a few minutes before being interrupted by a voice that pierced Nolan's heart. "Do you have a lighter? I think I lost mine on the way up here and I need a smoke".Nolan's head snapped to the right of him, and suddenly he couldn't breathe. It was him. The man he tore apart, the man he loved. Loves. He loves him. "Oh, Timothée! I don't have one, Nolan, do you?" Nolan heard Saoirse's voice say. Immediately, Timothée felt like his world was upside down. How did he not know that he would be here, at his best friends party? "Uhh, Nolan? You there?" Nic said, nudging the boys arm and snapping two fingers in front of his face. After a few seconds with no response, Nic simply reached into Nolan's jacket pocket and pulled out a lighter. One that so happened to be a lighter that Timothée gifted him months ago. Nolan's lucky lighter that seemed not-so-lucky in this moment. "Here you go, dude. Don't know what's up with him". Without words, Nolan turned away and went back into the house and straight to the drink table. Outside, Saoirse and Nic stood in absolute confusion while Timothée stared at the lighter that lay in his palm. It was a simple lighter, literally just black. But on the back "T+N" was lightly engraved and he was freaking out. "Holy fuck. Holy fuck Saoirse", Timothée said, looking at his friend for some type of help. Saoirse looked at him helplessly, not understanding what the deal was. Without words, Timothée walked away, leaving the other two confused.
MESSAGES! [stupid dumb dumb, bitch nic]
bitch nic what the hell was that dude?
stupid dumb dumb nothing, just needed a drink
bitch nic you're lying to me read 12:21 am
REAL LIFE
Timothée knew he shouldn't be, but he was looking for Nolan for what seemed like hours on end. Giving up, he went out the front door in hopes of being the only one out there but of course, he was wrong. He heard a hitched breathe to the left of him, looking over to see Nolan. "Hey" he softly said, silently cursing himself afterward. 'Hey? All i could say was Hey?' Nolan drunkenly smiled at the boy, "Timmy. I've missed you", earning a scoff from the man. "I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I know what I did was wrong. So fucking wrong. Every night I'm awake thinking about how I let the most amazing man I've ever met slip through my fingers. I hate myself for it Timmy. Absolutely hate myself. Remember the time we visited your family and I promised your mom I'd keep you forever? I promised my mom the same thing and everyday I think about how I failed them both. I know I have a lot to fix but I want to start now. I want", Timothée stopped him. Staring into his eyes, he did something he knew he shouldn't have. He kissed him. "Just stop talking." And somehow, some halloween magic in the works, the boys ended up in the same bed, curled up in togetherness. Nolan's drunken mind wouldn't remember this. But for Timothée, this night would stay in his mind forever and he knew he had to be gone before morning. No more memories.
