#orla mccool x fem reader

[jerrienelock]

Hidden Feelings- Orla Mccool

You never knew the exact moment you fell for your best friends cousin. It was almost like a switch had been flicked by the curly brunette that had you practically falling to your knees by the unbearable amount of butterflies just fluttering in your abdomen- when just the day before not a sight of those feelings had made an appearance.

Sometimes you think it was just her goofy nature that had your heart in its clutch, and you just hadn’t realised until it started to painfully squeeze the organ as hard as it could. Or, you think it was just the fact that she made you feel valued by always talking to you when the main three girls were enraptured in a conversation that you weren’t following along to. Or it would be the time the both of you got locked in the schools' supply closet and Orla was forced to have her arms wrapped around your waist- because Erin had to retrieve her diary after Orla had brought it in again.

Nonetheless, all those times had added the fuel to the fire and ignited every part of yourself that had room to love with the desire of being with Erins’ cousin. It was just a shame that you hadn’t had the guts to tell her, nor to tell your friends.

It was just the feeling that these feelings you had for the girl would cause more harm than you would ever intend, not just for the confusion of Orla and your friends, but by the fragile mentality you had. You fell in love easily, but all those times it had never been this hard. And that was the main part of why you were afraid to tell the group. It was the thought that they would stop being your friends and Orla would stop talking to you, ultimately shunning you out of their lives.

So you tried to keep your feelings hidden. That task was singlehandedly the worst task you had ever made yourself do. Your heart had gotten to a point where it wouldn’t just clench and hammer in your chest, but it would feel like it was trying to surrender itself over to the Mccool girl with the number of leaps and bangs it would do. Your feelings would just continue to skyrocket to levels you never knew you had and you were pretty sure that it was blatantly obvious about the way you feel towards the goofy brunette.

Yet no one would say anything about it.

You were glad that no one had seemed to catch up on it but a part of you hopes that someone would.

And then your prayers were answered but in the worst way possible.

The English lad of the group had begun to catch on to your behaviour around Orla and had told Michelle, who at first told the boy to back off from you but couldn’t help but start to notice the little things you'd do as well. At first, it was the constant giggling whenever you were near the girl, and then the little touches that you tried to keep discreet.

Michelle didn’t know what to think of this. She hadn’t a clue that you were feeling this way despite living in the same household as her due to your parents having to go to your sick nan who had fallen ill. But then again, you were never obvious with your sexual tendencies with the same gender, rather you were obvious with the boys.

However, she couldn't be too sure about James’ theory, so she decided to take it for a test.

“Michelle, what exactly are we doing here?”- You questioned the shaggy-haired brunette curious as to why she had called everyone to her house. The girl shrugged and retrieved a bottle of vodka from a cabinet and some glasses.

“I thought we’d play a wee game while we’re alone.”- A smirk graced her lips and she tilted her head to the side. You furrow your brows and stared at Michelle. “What game?”- Clare questioned with a cautious voice.

Michelle set the cups down in front of where everyone had been seated and poured some of the alcohol inside it. “Truth or Dare, but the forfeit is that you drink a shot of this.”- She swirled the bottle around.

"But we've got school tomorrow."- You intervened, not exactly pleased by the whole thing of drinking on a school night.

"Scared of Sister Micheal are ya."- Michelle laughs. - "Don't be a prude Y/n it's just a wee game. Now, are you in or not?"

You sigh, -"Okay fine. But if I have a bad hangover in the morning. It's your fault.”- A cheer erupted from Michelle and she turned to the other to see if they were joining.

Erin nodded a confirmation of her participation, and James does the same. Clare took a bit more convincing and Orla had only zoned in when you called her name.

“Yes Y/n?”- She smiled allowing her head to fall gently to the side. You felt your cheeks heat up at the action and your voice got caught in your throat. “Er, are ye joining us?”- Orla shifted her gaze over to everyone and then down to the vodka and cups before reconnecting her eyes with yours.

“Sure why not.”

“I’ll go first.”- Michelle notified and turned to you with a sly smirk. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Do you like anyone?”

You nod causing everyone to look at you in shock. Erin was the first to break the silence, - "You like a fella! Why didn’t you tell us this?”

“James, Truth or dare?”- You ignore the blonde greyish eyed girl.

The game continued with your friends pestering you with the ‘fella’ you had failed to mention. But you refused to say anything. The only thing you would say remotely relating to the crush would be the description. So every time one of them would ask about a descriptive feature, you would glance over to Orla who was either engaged on you or focused on her sweets that she had retrieved from Michelle’s kitchen. Your glances were so discreet that if Michelle hadn’t been looking for the signs, she wouldn’t have noticed the whole interaction.

Soon it was Michelle’s turn again and she shifted her focus onto Orla. Ultimately deciding that you should at least get a break from the gruelling.

“Orla.”- She captured the goofy brunette’s attention. - "Truth or Dare?”- Orla slipped a gummy worm into her mouth.

“Dare.”

Michelle turned to you the beginning of a devious grin forming on her lips, - "I dare you to snog Y/n.”- You felt yourself choke on air.

Orla didn’t react at all to the request, all she did was set her sweets down gently on the floor and glided over to you without a second thought. Your heart stammered at the approach of the girl you like and you tried your best to hide the drastically growing nerves of what Orla was going to do.

And before you knew it, Orla was kneeling down in front of you and her lips were on yours. Your heart felt like as though it just about burst in your chest and you melted into the short kiss. Orla pulled away and swiftly made her way back to her seat, leaving you an out of breath mess.

- "Fucking hell.”- You breathe out. - "I like Orla.”

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