Secrets // MAYLOR

- six -

My eyes sprung open as I realised what I was doing and I swiftly pulled myself away from Brian and sat up, looking down at him with an apologetic gaze as he returned a very confused one.

Tim had just left him and he had come to me, his friend, for support... And I've just kissed him. What was I thinking? He's going to hate me. I've ruined our friendship. I've ruined everything.

"Shit. Brian, I.. I don't know what- I'm.. I'm so sorry" I sighed, looking down at my feet in regret and embarrassment.

I could feel a lump form in my throat as my eyes began to water.

Brian could obviously tell that I was on the verge of tears. He sat up and placed his hand by my ear, stroking my red hot cheek with his thumb.

"Rog" He whispered soothingly, gazing into my eyes, "don't worry."

His hand dropped to my jaw and he gently pulled me in closer, once again connecting our lips in a soft kiss, which, this time, lasted a while longer.

He pulled away and I just stared at his lips, with my jaw hanging in shock. Was this really happening? Finally, after these past couple of years?

"I- you- I-" I stuttered, not even sure what I was trying to say.

Brian smirked and pressed his index finger to  my lips before speaking, "Roger.. I.." Then his voice turned to a whisper despite the fact that there was nobody else around that was close enough to be in earshot, "I think I like you."

I was in shock. Was I dreaming?

"I- I like you too" I admitted, my cheeks somehow growing even warmer than they were just seconds ago.

Wait. Tim had just left Brian in pieces... He was just trying to get over him by trying to convince himself that he liked me. That had to be it. Surely.

"W- what's wrong?" Brian asked in a frantic tone, noticing my sudden change in expression.

I shifted my gaze back to the floor and let out a sigh.

"It.. Doesn't matter" I said.

"Rog." He put his hand on my back and rubbed it soothingly but I still couldn't bring myself to face him. "Please tell me."

I let out a shakey breath.

"Is this... About Tim?" I asked finally turning myself towards him to meet his concerned gaze along with those beautiful hazel eyes of his, which now began to turn shiny with the presence of his tears.

"Roger. This has nothing to do with.. T-Tim" He spoke softly but was clearly offended. He struggled to even say the man's name.

A tear rolled down his cheek.

"Bri, I'm sorry. I was just worried you.. That you didn't really, y'know, mean it."

"I do mean it. I really do, Roger. I'm sorry that you thought I didnt." He sniffed.

By now tears were falling down both of our cheeks and I shuffled closer towards him to cuddle into his chest. His body warmth instantly comforted me as he wrapped his arms around me and placed a kiss on the top of my head.

We stayed like that for at least thirty minutes.

I really love that man.