Kit Connor Imagines

A chapter for all the swifties (:
Warnings: a lot of Taylor Swift references, fem!reader

The sound of clicking cameras could be heard nearly everywhere they went, or so it seemed to Kit.

He was used to it by now, after Heartstopper was released, paparazzi were following him every step he made.

While he got used to this feeling of acting like a zoo animal, trapped in a golden cage; people taking pictures of you whether you want it or not,
Y/n didn't.

Lightning struck every time she moved. It had been a wonder that no one had seen her in months, but that's when it happened.

It was one of those afterparties you want to escape as fast as possible; it felt suffocating, like all the people attending where standing too close to her.

Then, Y/n still doesn't know if it was the biggest luck she had ever had or the reason for all her misfortune ever since, her eyes met warm, welcoming brown ones.

Kit had her wrapped around his finger barely minutes into the conversation, and they both were very aware of this.

Fast, too slowly still, she moved to talk into his ear, "I know a place where no one will find us." His eyes widen in just the slightest and her lips form a grin,

why didn't she listen closely.

"Let's go then." His smile matches hers and they leave through the back door, running into the direction Y/n leads them.

Then, out of breath and in plain sight of anyone who dared to look at the two, they stoped in the middle of a park. Barely illuminated by a streetlight a few meters away.

"It's nice here." Kit smiles, sitting on the grass below his feet. When Y/n mimics his actions, they hear a sound.

Not this time.

"Must have been a branch." Kit shrugs so carelessly making Y/n wonder how he could just so effortlessly do what he wanted, not minding anyone.

Her thoughts are left unspoken as he speaks up again, Y/n lost in the way his lips move while speaking and his hand running through his hair.

That was the beginning of the ending. All the people attending and Y/n never thought of checking who was close, too close, to her.

The photo of her leaning over the table, whispering into Kit's ear, soon filled every newspaper and what should have been spend as a one time night, during the worst summer of her life turned into something much more, a fire for both the lovers which Y/n was afraid would be burned out soon.

That's how she ended up here. In the middle of a crowd of paparazzi, trying to get both of them to talk. Kit's lips are so close to her ear, whispering while eyeing the people surrounding them, "Let them say what they want, love."

When she looked at the crowd slowly leaving from her kitchen window, she realized that t+he night wasn't as quiet as Y/n had wished it would, she did still choose to live in a city. "Love?" Kit's voice was low, barely above a murmur when she looked him in the eyes.

"I know a place where no one will find us, where we can hide." She remembered the night they first met, the all too familiar words leaving Kit's mouth. "Let's go then." Y/n decides to play along, remembering the smiles they both had the night they met.

She hadn't smiled like that in a long time, it seemed like she was only truly alive when she was with Kit, the reputation the media had painted of her long forgotten.

So she grabbed his hand in hers and made her way out of the apartment they had shared, into the direction of the park.

There they were again. It seemed like Y/n had just done a trip in time, the same tree with the same small hearts carved into it, the same park benches, empty, but even if they weren't, Y/n wouldn't have minded. The same streetlight barely illuminating their face and the same man she had learned to love during their time together.

In the dead of night, his brown eyes seemed just as welcoming and warm as they did before and Y/n couldn't stop herself from leaning into his lips.

So yes, the sound of clicking cameras could be heard nearly everywhere they went, but Y/n learned that as long as she had Kit by her side, she wouldn't need to worry about whispers on the street.