A C T O R S || OS 02

51. Noah Centineo | Bad Timing (I)

By : herscrunchiehairtie | Tumblr

Pairings: Noah Centineo x Reader

Summary: Y/N and Noah are in a happy relationship for a few years now, but is it really happy? They fight, they make up, they go on dates, they love each other just like a normal relationship but are they really happy?

Words: 2,563

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Spring break, something all college students enjoy. They get drunk everyday, party all night, and probably get laid every night. But you weren't one of those. You'd drive or fly (yes, definitely fly)back home, all the way from New York City to Los Angeles, not to see your family but to see Noah, your long-term boyfriend.

You met back in High School when Noah moved from Florida to LA, you two were hitting it off immediately, but your relationship got more serious when you graduated from high school and you had to leave for college. It wasn't a problem at first but when he started on the show "The Fosters" a year later, things got worse. But you totally understood why and you supported him in what he was doing but it was hard to keep in touch every day.

To say you were exited seeing your boyfriend after three months, would be underestimated. Last time you saw him was on Christmas Eve for just a few minutes before he had to leave for auditions. You had planned a nice weekend for you and Noah. Your families would be together for Christmas Eve, so both of you could be with your parents and siblings. But Noah got a call and had to leave last second, his manager saying that this could be his break-through if he got the role.

Noah made sure to leave his present for you at your place before he left. Although, you still had your whole family and Noah's parents plus Taylor by your side on Christmas Eve, you still felt empty without Noah. You were disappointed, that's for sure, but you knew that it was for his career. Taylor and you made the best out of it; best of it meant getting drunk with mulled vine.

The young man left you tons of messages, saying how sorry he was and that he'd make it up to you the next time. But you knew that he would probably forget it.

So here you were, on your way to Noah's loft with your bags packed for the next two weeks. You thanked the cab driver as he dropped you off at Noah's, your parents just left for work and knowing Noah, he'd still be asleep when you landed at LAX.

Opening the door to Noah's apartment with the spare key he gave you, you dropped your bag at the front door and slipped off your shoes. The place was still dark and quiet, meaning that Noah was indeed still sleeping. So you tip-toed to his bedroom and opened the door quietly, only to reveal an empty bed. You pursed your lips and turned around, searching for him in the big open living room connected to the kitchen but he wasn't there.

A blue sticky note on the fridge caught your sight. You snatched it and read the note that was left for you, "Sorry babe, I had to leave early. Will be back tonight! I love you!"

You sighed and threw the note in the trash bin before you grabbed your bags and threw them on his bed. Grabbing your phone you opened your recent playlist on Spotify and connected your phone with the Bluetooth speaker before you played your favorite song at the moment.

You began to unpack your stuff, which wasn't much since you had tons of your stuff at his place already. While you did so, you couldn't help yourself and remembered the days when it was all different.

Sophomore year.

You were already four months in when your teacher announced a new student. Your head rose from your paper that you were currently working on and your eyes fell on the new student. Quite tall, skinny and a honey skin tone embellished the boy, but what really caught your breath were his eyes, those damn brown eyes. Brown eyes were your weak spot, always have been. The kid forced a smile, feeling uncomfortable in anew class.