catfish and the bottlemen imagines for rainy days + mondays

Is This It // Bob // 2

Bobs flat was just the same as it was every time you stayed, quiet, neat, the only things out of place his drum sticks because he'd probably been practicing before he fell asleep.

The television was on and there was half a cold cup of tea on the coffee table.

He followed your gaze across the room and smirked, shuffling asside to let you past.

"You did me a favour really love, i fell asleep watchin me telly," he yawned, "saved me the bad neck," he was being sweet because he could see the guilt which still laced your features as you looked around the cosy little flat you'd forced him to leave at such an ungodly hour.

"I'm still sorry for wakin you up," you said following him through to his kitchen where he told you to sit up on the counter to give him a better view of your neck.

"Rate I'm gonna make a deal with you yeah, you stop apologising to me and yous can sleep in my bed and I'll take the sofa," he flashed you a cheeky smile, poking the dimple which popped on your cheek before brushing your hair back over your shoulder.

"You litterally never let me sleep on the sofa Bob," you said with a smirk, a frown knitting your brows as you went to hold your hair back for him and your fingers brushed.

He was frowning because under the bright kitchen lights he could see the damage that had been done, but your frown stemmed from a different emotion.

When your fingers had brushed your heart had stopped, you'd felt a little warm wave wash over you and tingle your skin where you had touched him. It tingled in your cheeks too and for a moment you'd been too shy to look up at him.

You wore a frown because that was a feeling you'd thought you'd finally gotten rid of.

When you were younger you'd had a tragically childish crush on your brothers quieter friend. Every time he'd so much as looked in your direction you'd felt butterflies in your tummy.
You'd been a giggling mess around him for years, but when you'd met Danny, when he'd asked you out, when he'd kissed you for the first time in his bedroom after school, you'd thought that all that would change.

But you'd been with Danny for months now and the only thing which had really changed was you. You and the way you looked at relationships.
Because you sort of understood them now.

You'd known from the start that they were never quite like they were in the movies, but after several months of Danny, you were beginning to accept the brutal fact that actually, relationships were perhaps the polar opposite of how they were portrayed in the movies.

Arguments never end in passionate reconciliations. No one ever turns up at your house with flowers or heart-shaped balloons to make it up to you. No one ever says sorry for the cruel words they said at 2am when they were drunk and needy.

First times weren't awkward and cute, they were stiff and forced and they left a tight feeling in your tummy. They left your throat feeling raw and scratched up.

Teenage boys were never soft and patient, they didn't love gently, nor tenderly. They didn't have time for holding hands. They weren't the type for taking baby steps.

And, perhaps the hardest pill to swallow, the myth that you had always clung to, always desperately, desperately wanted to believe was true.

Those handsome older boys, the ones who could make you smile and swoon without even having to try, the ones who were kind, and gentle, and tender to those they loved, the ones who almost definitely did know how to love, well...

They simply just did not notice younger girls who were too shy, who tended to go after all the wrong types of men.

No, in real life those sorts of boys were your brothers best friends and though perhaps they might drive to pick you up in the middle of the night, though they might let you stay and give up their bed for you, though they might stand, dabbing gently at a wound on your neck, cleaning you up, caring for you in the dead of night, quiet and soft and kind, they didn't ever notice you the way you wanted them to. They never loved you they way that you loved them.