一緒 (together) - ethan nestor x reader

note; (h/n) = hotel name

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you didn't know what to do.

it'd be rude to save the picture, right? but also, you don't want it to accidentally be deleted and lost forever. so, you hit a middle ground and screenshotted the chat, still marvelling.

what could you say? "haha, you're cute"? no, too far. "it's okay !!" and just not mention the photo? okay. "wait," you thought.

you got out of bed and once again shut yourself in the bathroom. it was a strange, small safehaven; plus, the bathroom fan that automatically turned on when you turned on the light was loud enough to drown out most sounds.

me: can i call you?
eef !! <3: yea, sure !! wassup ??

you hit the call button on his contact and raised your phone to your ear. it only rung once before he picked up.

"hey, (y/n)!"

god damn, his voice was wonderful.

"hey, ethan. uhm... i don't know why i called you, actually. just didn't feel like i could talk to you well over text. how are you?" you asked.

"oh, i'm good ! i'm on a late lunch break right now in my room. egg salad sandwiches. what about you?"

"me and my friends were out shopping earlier, we came back for a power nap. i hope this isn't invasive but which hotel are you staying at?"

"i'm at the fabulously luxurious (h/n), of course!"

that was your hotel.

that was your hotel! holy shit!

"hey, i'm there too! maybe i could pop by?"

"oh, really?" you could hear ethan's tone perk up at your request. "of course! i'm number 705, just knock and i'll come let you in!"

before anything else could be said, ethan hung up. you got up, fixed your hair till it looked presentable, brushed your teeth once again, and put on a light pink sweater over your boring black outfit of the day.

you grabbed a keycard and then quickly scribbled a note on the pad of paper left by the hotel on the desk; "gone out to visit a friend, be back in a little while. -(y/n)"

you left the hotel room and went down to the elevator. pushing in floor seven, you noticed you were shaking. a million and one thoughts ran through your head. why did he let you come? why you specifically?

oh god.

the door opened and you followed the signs to room 705. still shaky, you knocked, and you could hear rumbling inside before the door opened.

"ethan!"

"(y/n)!"

he opened his arms. once again, you sank into them. once again, you felt safe. once again, you felt at home.

as he took you lovingly into his hotel room and shut the door, you couldn't help but wonder if he felt the same way towards you as you did towards him.