WOW I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THE NEW LOUIS TOMLINSON FC
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I missed you so much it’s not even funny.
Welcome to my world. I need you and we haven’t talked in forever. How have you been, dear?
Hello, Kristal. Guess who loves you more?
Hey, kid. I’m Elliot and I think it’s safe to say that I’ve never seen you around before.
Hi Elliot! How are you?
Hey, Vanessa. Happy Friday, right? I’m tired, to be honest. How about yourself?
Ellioootttt, I’ve missed yaa! Hey.
Gaaaage, I’ve missed you more. I feel like it’s been ages. You know.. it’s always ages in between the times we talk, and that’s kinda stupid. So, fill me in on what I’ve missed.
Hello..? ‘s been very quiet lately.
“Trust me,” Stile cut himself off, as he adjusted his position on the bed. “It’s extremely hard for you to make me angry. And if you ever did, it’s not like I can ever stay mad for too long anyways.” There had been fights between the two where Stiles had wanted to stay mad for a period of time to prove a point, or just make himself known, but it never lasted. Mainly because he cared so much about the other boy, but there were other reasons. Like the fact that most of the time when they fought, it was caused by Stiles’ stupidity and he soon came to the realization and would own up to his faults. He usually was wrong. But he knew that, and lately, he’d tried his best to not let that get between the things that had been going really great for the two boys. Staring down at the hand that rest on him, he watched as Elliot’s hand moved downward, his own hand moving down from the other’s leg. Of course, Stiles’ compliment to the other was rejected and in return he was offerred one himself. But he wasn’t giving up that easy. “I mean it, Elliot. More than I’ve probably ever meant anything in my life.” He lifted his head to level his eyes with the other boy’s. “You’re just really great. And to be honest I can’t think of a thing off the top of my head that I find wrong with you. Because there’s just…nothing.” Stiles felt his cheeks grow warm once more, something that happened quite a bit too much in the presence of the other. There were several things that Elliot did to the boy. And most of them made him feel a bit foolish, but he didn’t mind in the end. “Honestly if we keep this up, it’s going to get real sappy real fast.” He laughed easily, feeling the mood already lightened between the two. It was nice to be able to talk openly, and feel appreciated by the other the way that he himself felt for him. “Words can’t describe what I feel for you, Elliot Hughes. They really can’t. Because nothing would do my feelings any justice, really.” Sucking in his bottom lip, he looked over at the other. Nothing could really do Elliot any justice at all. The way Stiles felt about him, trying to explain how amazing he was in general, it was just all a big mess of words up in his brain but Elliot knew how he felt, so for now that was good enough. “But you’re idea is going to make it a better Christmas for a lot of people. Don’t you see that? I mean sure, things might suck and some people might feel terrible for having to spend it alone, but we can’t change that. What we can do, is make them a kick-ass Christmas meal and hope that they enjoy themselves a little bit, you know?” Him and Elliot included. Both of which hadn’t gone home for Christmas and instead found themselves in the company of each other, which to Stiles, was definitely the better option without a doubt. “Yeah, I mean only if you’d like that though. I don’t want to make you do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” Smirking at the other, Stiles was almost relieved to have the plans out of his way. He’d been thinking of a way to ask the other to spend Christmas with him ever since he’d found out that Elliot was going to be spending it alone. Stiles was hesitant about talking about his family, especially with Elliot. Family was such a touchy subject for the boy, he almost found it selfish of himself to complain just because his mom was pestering him a bit too much. “Yeah…I guess I will.” Not wanting to brush him off too fast, Stiles simply shrugged at the other. There wasn’t really much he could say when he was trying to be conscious of the other’s feelings. Not on that subject, at least. Staring at the other, it took Stiles a moment to realize what Elliot had just asked of him. It wasn’t as if the two hadn’t wound up in bed together before, maybe not to a certain extent but still, he found himself almost surprised at the level of comfort he found in it. Stiles looked down at the boy, obeying his request and making himself comfortable lying down next to him. Turning on his side, he stared at the other. “Can I tell you something?” Stiles waited so that Elliot would turn to face him in order to hear what would follow.
Elliot’s eyes scanned the other’s expression as he further explained himself, giving the boy a more justified and understandable reason for any future contempt. “That’s.. good, a bit reassuring too.” Elliot agreed subtly, bringing a hand to run through the top of his head before dropping his head and adding another thought on the matter. “But.. just know that if I ever do make you angry.. or, like… upset.. it would never be intentional. I don’t want to hurt you..—don’t let me hurt you.” Elliot’s smile fell and his tone grew more serious, voice cutting off from it’s original thought and instead, fading to a soft whisper. He didn’t know why his mind veered of to a more dark shade of thought, but the last person he wanted to disappoint was Stiles, and if he could help it, he’d correct the situation by any means. From their past disputes and quarrels, Elliot felt he never really did or put much of an effort into coming to a solution. The thought alone brought him down, and he spent no time actually switching gears and a catch of a glance from the other boy brought an immediate smile to return back onto his features, shifting to press closer as he felt the hand on his leg. He listened to the words Stiles splayed out for him in a fluster that could only be read as genuinity, bringing Elliot’s head down and out of view from Stiles as his smile was practically ear to ear now. “I can’t believe it..” He laughed, shaking his head before lifting; he’s heard sweet sentiments from Stiles before, and from other people as well — but this was still too unbelievable What did Elliot get so right in his life that he ended up having what he felt for Stiles, back. “Sappy or not, it’s amazing to finally…” His demeanor softened, eyes glimmering with complete adoration and acceptance before letting out a breath. “..to finally feel like I matter. And if by anyone else, I’d rather mean nothing to them if it meant meaning.. something like this to you.” Elliot admitted finally, hands pulled into a fidgeting mess between his knees. After all this time, Stiles never failed to make him nervous and speak the words he’d so willingly keep unspoken. Leaning forward, Elliot nudged Stiles’ shoulder with his elbow before falling back with a laugh. “Words are stupid. So, with that said.. you’re free to show me how you feel for me anytime you’d like.” Elliot let out with a cheeky grin, shoulders falling back to a slump as he finally finished. His mind reeled back to the thought of Christmas and the graciously planned festivities the two had in store for the others at the school, as well as for themselves. Happy with the fact that Stiles was on board with the idea, Elliot felt he’d never been more excited for a holiday in his entire life. “We’ll be working miracles, Stiles. It’s great. Like.. Santa’s elves or something.” He added with a raise of his brow, holding back an unnecessary chuckle at the mere thought. His mind wouldn’t slow down, his own endearment in consideration with the boy across from himself always seemed to have that same, never ending path of possibilities his mind liked to follow. And it wasn’t as if his holiday didn’t sound enjoyable enough, Elliot had it set from the beginning that he’d at least be seeing Stiles once come Christmas time. Chewing on the inside of his cheek, Elliot narrowed his eyes at the other boy before his lips were pulled into a half-grin. “I’m pretty comfortable with you, now.. so.. I don’t think either of us have to worry about that.” Elliot spoke the words as naturally as they came. Which was easy enough, considering Stiles provided nothing but a feeling of solitude and a cushion to who Elliot truly was, and for once, felt fine about it. With his body now looking up to the boy who’s posture was further ascended from his own, Elliot puffed out a lip, not feeling convinced Stiles was going to do what was suggested of him. He had a small mind on what was going on between Stiles and his parents, but knew that hiding away in a shell that would only brush off help, never helps at all — it was the advice Elliot would always hand out, yet never turn the hand on himself. He made sure to leave room for the Stiles as he watched the other teen’s body fall suit beside his own. Elliot felt elated hence the boy was now in such close proximity to his own being, but shifted his body enough so he was where he needed to be in means to Stiles. Once the two were face to face, with their bodies ajacent to the other, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of the boy’s nose. When he leaned his head back on the pillow enough, his eyes cast up and his ears grew more attentive to when Stiles opened his mouth to speak, noting how this question always veered off to something that should be taken seriously. “I’m all ears, Dawson. Always will be.” He reassured him with a kind tone, tucking an arm underneath his head for comfort, blue eyes never skipping over any other color in contrast to the greens infront of himself.