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Hi! Can u write a fic about y/n and Connor being both in LA but they don’t know that and they miss each other cause they r childhood bffs and they have thing for each other and Sam playing the Cupid card arranges a surprise visit by bringing y/n to his apartment when Connor was hanging out there and they surprised each other and y/n drops everything and jumps into Connor arms 🥰

This has been in my inbox for so long and I’m sorry that I just got to it! But I hope you enjoy it!

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"Con, you doing okay, buddy?" Shawn asks when he walks past me editing - or trying to, at least - on the couch. I know I look stressed. And it's because I can't focus on anything. I try to focus on the task at hand, but my mind keeps wandering to my best friend and how much I miss her and how much I wish she was here.

"Just missing my friend, is all."

I'm not paying enough attention to see him exchanging a glance with Brian as I check my phone for the hundredth time to see if there's a text from her. Still nothing. I let out a deep sigh and toss my phone on the other side of the couch, frustrated. It’s been days and I have yet to get a text from her. She isn’t mad at me or anything, it’s just that she’s been busy with school and stuff. I understand, I do. But I miss her and I just want to make sure she’s okay.

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“We’re going to LA for a few days,” Shawn said the next day, when he caught me once again trying to edit this goddamn film that I’ve been stuck on for far too long now.

“What? Why?” I look up from my screen and to him, he has a wicked smile on his face and it makes me a little uneasy.

“We just have a few things we need to do out there before your final show with us.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll see. Just… just know that we’re going to LA tomorrow. It’s nothing too serious, I promise. I just wanted to tell you so that you don’t think we’re just stupid.”

“I already think you’re stupid,” I joked.

He hits my arm and laughs, “Alright, bud. Good luck with editing. Do you need anything?”

“No, I’m good. Thanks, man.”

The airport is packed - as per usual - when we get there, fans upon fans crowd every entrance and it’s hell to get through. Especially at LAX. Which is why I barely see my friend Sam through all the chaos.

“Brashier!” He yells, tattooed arms spread out. I hum and make my way over to my friend, wrapping him in a bro hug like one does. He shakes my shoulders a little with a wide grin, but he must see that I’m still not living my best life because he frowns quickly. “Why the long face?”

“Have you heard from y/n recently? She won’t answer my phone calls or texts or anything and I’m really worried now.”

Realization hits him suddenly. “No,” he shakes his head. “I haven’t. But I’m sure it’s nothing. Could just be midterms or something.”

“Her midterms were last week,” I mumble, and he hears, I know he does because he wraps his arm around my shoulders and starts to lead me toward one of the less crowded exits.

“Alright Con, come on. Let’s get you to my place. We’ll get you drunk.”

I don’t want to drink, I want to say, but don’t.

Brian and Shawn follow close behind us, but we have to stop eventually when the fans notice that the infamous Shawn Mendes is right here in the same airport as them - even though every single one of them is here because they found out his flight information and they knew exactly when he was supposed to arrive. I manage to get by unseen and Brian, Sam and I make our way to the car while we wait for him to finish with this endless line of selfies.

Sam’s apartment is comfortable - it’s one of my favorite places to be - other than y/n’s place. In fact, I don’t think I would even consider my home my comfort spot. I’m most comfortable when I am in the presence of my favorite people. And that has always been Sam and y/n.

They’re all talking - Sam, Brian and Shawn, but I”m scrolling through my phone, checking to see if she’s active on her instagram, or snapchat, or anything. And I’m disappointed when I don’t see that green dot next to her name and her snap map says she was last on seven hours ago. I even check Tumblr - because yes, I know she has one and she’s usually on there more than she is on anything else. It’s where she posts her most intimate feelings, I’ve found out. The stuff that she doesn’t want anyone to know - which is why she doesn’t post it on her insta and twitter (where everyone she knows can easily see how not okay she is.) And she doesn’t know that I have this Tumblr account, but I made it years ago when she was going through a really rough time. I had to make sure she was okay. She was - thankfully.

“Connor, are you okay? You’re looking a little mopey.” Brian slung his arm around me and I rolled my eyes, turning my phone off and throwing it on my stomach.

“I’m fine. Just tired.”

“No, he’s not. He’s missing his best friend.”

“But,” Shawn started. “That’s why we’re here, because you were missing Sam.”

“You guys know I’m not the best friend, right?”

“What?” Shawn scrunches up his face, severely confused. “But I thought you-”

“I’m the side chick,” he jokes and I groan. Of course Sam is one of my best friends, but he’s right. He’s not the best friend.

“Then who is? What? I’m confused.”

“It’s me,” the voice of my dreams fills my ears and I’m off the couch in a second, ignoring the hard thud of my phone hitting the ground. “Y/n.” I smile, the first one in days.

“What’s up, pretty boy?”

“Fuck,” I cross the room and she follows suit, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck. I hold her waist, lifting her off the ground; her legs encompass my torso and I breathe in her soft, lavender scent. “Missed you so much, baby girl.”

“Missed you too, Con.”

I set her back on the ground, holding onto either side of her face, not wanting to lose eye contact, but also scared that if I let her go she would disappear - I didn’t want that either. “Why weren’t you answering my texts? I was worried.”

“Sorry. It just got hard,” she whispers and I know exactly what she’s not saying.

“That’s why you’re supposed to call me. I’m supposed to help you.”

“How can you help from so far away?”

“I’m a phone call away, always. You know that. I would fly to you in a second if you told me to. I love you too much to let you suffer, baby. Tell me what you want and it’s yours.”

She nods, “Okay.” Her hand finds the back of my head and play with the tufts of hair that rest on the nape of my neck. “Kiss me.”

“What?” I ask because I must be dreaming. Or hallucinating or I’m in some type of alternate universe because my y/n wouldn’t ask me that. She doesn’t like me that way. It’s always been a one way street. There’s no way we’ve hit an intersection here.

“I want you to kiss me. Because I love you, and I’ve missed you. I want you to kiss me,” she says. “Kiss me, Connor. Please,” she repeats.

I nod, “Yes. Okay. Okay,” I say and for the first time in our sixteen years of friendship, my lips meet hers and it’s everything I’ve ever wanted it to be and more. I’m pulling her closer, she’s pushing herself further into me and it’s… it’s magic.

“Whoa! What did we miss here?” Brian exclaims.

Sam just chuckles and shakes his head. “‘Bout time, Brashier.”

I don’t pay much attention to either of them because all I can focus on is the girl in front of me. The girl who has been in my life for sixteen years and who is the epitome of perfection. The girl who’s now kissing my eyebrow. “Yeah, ‘bout time, Brashier.”

I can’t help but laugh. “You’ll be the death of me, y/l/n.”

“As long as it’s me and not some other girl.”

I shake my head, “No. Definitely not.”

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