Me and Elmo had been talking for a few weeks now, just as a casual thing, but we had definitely become close friends. It was kind of weird because I had passed that level of fan now? It felt odd to make edits of him still, so I decided to talk to him about it.
Do you still think it's weird I make edits of you now that we're kinda like friends (if we're friends idek i hope?) I text him on snapchat as per usual. He opened it and started typing.
Of course we're friendssss + I don't think it's that big of a deal, if you want to stop then you can but I'll still like and comment on them anyway haha.
I smiled brightly at the fact that he thought we were friends. It was late and I was kinda tired but it was Easter break so I didn't really mind staying up.
Hmm I'll think about it then. I'm kinda boreddd. I hated being bored, it would drive me crazy.
Same, but it's late so I might just watch something.
It didn't really matter what Elmo did, he would go on tik tok live at 3 am and not even care. It was annoying though because I liked watching his lives but he would be doing them when I was asleep.
I wanna play 8 ball pool. I'd most definitely beat your ass tho so don't think I can do that.
If we played 8 ball then I'd need his number, so idk whether he'd be down for that. I felt bad for it, but in all honesty I did want to play 8 ball.
Now I take that as an insult, you're going to be apologising to me when I win. Take my number +44 7*********
I copied the number and made it a contact. I text him and he replied straight away, sending me the 8 ball starter. He was going down.
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So we had come to a draw, both winning 5 times when we had finished. It had gotten to 3 am with plenty of trash talking in the middle. I potted the black ball and whooped quietly.
Fair play. Wanna facetime? He asked me when we finished. My stomach dropped. It had been a few weeks so I didn't see why not. It would be easier for us to talk that way. But I was still terrified because I knew I couldn't just delete what I wrote and retype it, I'm speaking.
Fine but if I fall asleep, don't blame me.
He sent a few laughing emojis and my phone began to buzz. I jumped and tried to calm myself down. The fangirl in me made me want to scream on the top of my lungs. I took a deep breathe and answered the phone, my lamp by the side of my bed the only light source for him seeing my face. I was wearing a white laced bralette, which was kind of revealing but it was too dark to really notice what I was wearing.
I pressed answer and his face popped up. He let out a little grunt, clearing his voice. Fuck it was hot.
"So this is the mysterious Natalie I have been talking for all these weeks." He laughed at me and I just smiled.
"Indeed." I said quietly, shuffling down to get comfy. I rested my phone on my duvet and started playing with my hair nervously.
"You seem familiar. Have I met you before? Seriously."
I shook my head, "I live up North." I lied. "You sound like you're from London to me." He frowned.
"Yeah the accent throws people off. My parents are from London." I was good at thinking on my feet atleast.
He nodded and I looked at him. His hair was messy and he didn't have a shirt on, and he had his phone in his hand. However, he gave me a clear shot of his chest, and I wasn't mad at it.
"I'm going to honest, I didn't think in my wildest dreams that this would happen" I was actually so happy right now and I didn't really know how to explain the feeling. He just smiled at me kindly and I wanted to melt like butter. "I'm glad it has happened. You're super fun to talk to. I don't really interact daily with a lot of fans, but I guess we just hit it off well and now here we are as friends."
I felt my face get hot and I didn't really know what to say from there. "Give me a second." He went on pause and soon enough, I heard a groan of annoyance.
"Everything okay?" I asked him. "Just my girlfriend." He replied. "Sarah?" I followed.
"Oh, of course, you know her. I forgot."
I bit my lip. "Everything okay?" I paused "Wait- Ignore that. I don't want to get into your business-"
"Nono, it's okay. She's just unhappy that I'm.." He stopped for a second and exhaled. "FaceTiming you, that's all."
"Oh. I don't want to be in the way, please! Just go and call her." I waved my hands at him in defence. I really didn't want to make an argument for him.
"Couldn't if I even wanted to, she's out with her friend. And you're not in the way, there's nothing wrong with me having friends. But can I ask you for your opinion?"
"I guess. I'm probably not the best for that kinds of stuff." I wanted to be honest with him.
"It's about relationships." Oh, this wasn't good. I wanted to say positive things about it but I had my own experiences with it.
"I don't think you want to hear what I have to say about it in all honesty." I chuckled uneasily.
"I think you and Sarah are great, and relationships can be good, if the effort is put in." I added anyway.
"Yeah. I agree. Sorry to put that out there like this, I shouldn't pressure you." He apologised.
"Don't apologise. Is there anything you want to get off your chest?" I asked carefully.
"Nah, I'm good Nat." His voice was super deep and it sent shivers down my spine. I didn't know how to even react. I had always loved his voice, but hearing my name come out of his mouth was such a turn on for me. Was I in heaven?
We began chatting to each other about each other's hobbies and I felt myself slowly drift off.
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