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"right! truth or dare, anyone? spin the rodd's bottle, ehhh?" james offers the room with a waggle of his brows and a stupid grin, looking for a new game to play.
it's late, past 1:00 AM. the party has thinned out substantially but the remaining group of friends isn't ready for the night to end just yet, and they're all just drunk enough to revert back to classic, dumb, teenage behavior (except james, who is sober but still an instigative menace).
"oh my god, I haven't played spin the bottle since I was 14," you laugh. "I'm so up for that." the rest of the group agrees, everyone at their giggliest and cuddliest with one another as they arrange themselves in a circle on the floor. harry and ethan snuggle up together under a blanket, george flings his arm around arthur hill while chris rests his head on arthur frederick's shoulder. you find yourself next to will, stretching your legs across his lap, his warm hand instinctively landing on your bare knee, thumb mindlessly stroking the skin back and forth.
you'd been getting progressively closer and closer to will for ages, subconsciously gravitating to him whenever possible as if by magnetic force. you'd always been into him, and you flirted back and forth constantly, but it had never escalated, and you weren't even sure if he felt the same way or if you'd been mistaking his friendliness for something more all this time.
james, of course, knew the truth: will was absolutely obsessed with you. he liked you so much, and he was just as clueless about your feelings for him as you were about his for you. it drove james up the fucking wall that the two of you wouldn't figure it out — so tonight, he was determined. he was going to force someone's hand.
ethan spun the empty bottle of rodd's first, and he laughed giddily at the opportunity to crawl across the circle and plant a fat kiss on george's pretty lips. they pulled apart, both bright red and giggling from the combination of alcohol and sudden shyness as the rest of room whooped and cheered lewdly.
arthur kissed harry, then james kissed hill, then harry kissed chris, then will kissed james, then george kissed ethan... again. (what are the odds?)
finally, the bottle landed in your hands, and you put on a brave face as you leaned forward to place it down and give it a spin. as it moved, you suddenly couldn't help but hope it landed on anyone but will.
you knew there was no way you'd be able to hide your feelings if you had to kiss him in front of everyone. what if everyone could tell? what if HE could tell? what if he didn't like you ba—?
your mental spiral gets cut short as it fucking lands on will.
the room fills with provocative oohs, and you swear you hear the rumble of evil laughter coming from james' side of the room. you take a deep breath before turning to face will, instinctively chewing on the inside of your lip as nervous energy floods your veins.
his dark blue eyes lock on yours instantly, a smug grin on his face as he raises an eyebrow. "I'm waitin'," he teases, leaning back with both hands on the floor behind him.
with a dramatic eye roll and a sigh, you slide over to him and shift up onto your haunches, placing a light hand on his shoulder for balance. he lifts his chin slightly, glancing at your lips before looking up at you, and with a deep breath, you lean in to him slowly, gently brushing the soft plush of your lips against his before finally closing the gap between you.
as soon as you make contact, he melts. his cocky act evaporates along with the sigh he releases into you, a hand instinctively leaving the rug and sliding up your arm, fingers slipping into your hair and large palm cupping your jaw.
the world around you blurs, your eyes practically rolling closed from the taste of him on your tongue and you forget there are other people in the room. you inhale sharply through your nose as you press into him, unwilling to pull away for a breath, until you hear someone clear their throat loudly.
your eyes shoot open as you drop back down to earth, having no idea how long you'd been lost in will's mouth, and swiftly pull away from him. his eyes are wide, lips wet and cheeks blushed, his hand still on your neck. you both breathe heavily, unable to look away from each other for a moment until the other people in the room start howling and celebrating. you swear you hear a few “finally”s get thrown around.
moving away from will and sitting back down at his side, you feel yourself burning red from everyone watching. you pull your knees to your chest, covering your face to hide your mild giggle-fueled embarrassment. the room gradually fills with voices once again, everyone looking away and gracing you with the privacy of a crowded room.
“y'alright, love?” will mutters quietly — his face nearly as pink as yours but his voice steady, demeanor surprisingly calm.
you bite your kiss-swollen lip, fighting to keep your growing smile at bay. finally locking eyes with him again, you nod softly, as his pinky nudges yours where your hands rest side by side on the carpet. "I'm great," you assured quietly, intertwining your fingers with his. "you?"
a beaming grin spreads across will's face. "I'm grand, pet."