goodguyfitz (oneshots)

can't believe it: part one

"y/n, wake up."

you hear it through the walkie talkie, instantly opening your eyes and groaning as you roll onto your left side.

"y/n, it's 3 pm over here and i'm bored," toby complains.

you grab the watch and press the button so you can respond. "what does that have to do with me? i'm all the way in the states," you argue while finally forcing yourself out of bed. the second you take your hand off the button, she calls you on facetime.

"good morning, sunshine," she says, crossing her arms.

"i apologize, i got no sleep last night. i was up editing a video," you explain while fixing the last pillow on your bed. "hey, at least my bed is done!" you smile.

"i'm booking you a flight to come over here," she says, determination clear in her voice.

"or i'll come up there with the boys so you can finally meet them," she shrugs.

"oh please, no. last time you came with mason all i heard was him complaining about how he hates america," you tell her as you walk into the bathroom.

you both talk for a few more minutes before eventually hanging up.

after doing your usual routine, you grab a towel and walk to your closet. you throw on an oversized sweatshirt, your favorite jeans, some socks, and sneakers before rushing to the mirror to fix your hair.

honestly... you liked how you looked.

grabbing your phone, you head downstairs, but right before you reach the last step, you get a call.

"hello, ryan," you groan jokingly.

"this is not how you talk to the man who manages you," he replies.

"anyways, i heard you're coming to au," he adds.

"apparently toby said she's booking me a flight, but i know it's actually you," you giggle.

"do you want me to cancel your flight?" he whines.

"no, no, no. speaking of which... when am i going?" you ask while walking into the kitchen.

"would you be mad if i booked it for 4?" ryan asks carefully.

"4 what, ryan? your next words better be 4 in the afternoon my time," you warn him.

"...don't kill me, but your flight's at 4 am."

"ryan, i'm going to murder you," you sigh.

"you might as well start getting ready now. i wanted you to get here at a reasonable time and since you got so much sleep last night, might as well just say fuck it and get it over with," he says.

you roll your eyes even though he can't see you.

"you come here so often you might as well live here. the extra room in the house is literally yours. i don't understand why you don't just sell your house. besides, you need friends and people to get you out of your comfort zone, and all those people are in au," ryan continues.

"of course you would say that," you scoff.

"well, did i lie?"

"shut up, ryan."

"come on, everyone here agrees," he complains.

"i don't even know everyone there," you say, mentally going through the list of people who live in the house.

"the only person you haven't met is fitz and that's because he's always doing something, so he's never home. and whenever he is home, you're in the states," ryan argues.