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Willow and Jamie have been friends for many years, to many to count. They have always been affectionate with each other. Lingering touches, hugs, cuddles, all normal between Willow and Jamie… but, and she didn’t know when but at some point these things became more than just „things“ to Willow. They gained a meaning, a meaning beyond friendship and at one lone night, staring at the ceiling, moonlight mixed with dim city lighting shimmering trough her bedroom window, she realised… it was love.
Jamie entered the familiar office, two coffees in hand. One for her, one for Willow. She greeted the other members in the office and made her way to the set, not finding Willow in her usual corner. „Is she running late?“ Jamie asked in the room „might be, though she was coming with you“ Mikey, the all loved ginger editor, answered from his desk while not looking away from his screen. Jamie shrugged slightly lowering her head looking at the floor. In the end she had no other choice than to wait.
Willie :)
Will?
Are you awake?
What up?
Filming?
Ain't that tomorrow?
NO check your calendar you square headed idiot
So much brain space yet you don’t use it
Yea yea you Buffon I'm on my way
Better have coffee already there
Obviously
Now hurry
Or Aby might actually go trough with murdering you
Willow arrived at the office just 10 minutes later, hair slightly messy. Out of breath she dropped in her chair on her side of the set
„mate I'm already knackered“ she panted „your fault for forgetting to check the calendar“ Jamie laughed at her, sipping at her coffee. She leaned over „here let me fix that“ she mumbled as she placed Willows misbehaving hair strands back in their place. This action made her cheeks light up in a soft pink, Jamie didn’t see it. Mikey did.. and Willow knew she was never gonna hear the end of it.
During a short break between video recordings, Jamie went to the bathroom. Leaving a perfect time for Mikey to confront his boss. He walked up to her, sitting down in Jamie’s chair swirling it round to stare into Willow’s face like he was trying to intimidate her. „What“ Willow asked confused, eying Mikey „you blushed“ he had a massive shit eating grin on his face „what“ Willow replied confused at the gingers blunt response. „When she fixed your hair you got all red“ oh Mikey was so going to get his pay lowered for that. „No I didn’t, shut up“ Willow denied. “Yes you did”, Mikey doubled down. “You totally did”, “Shut up Mikey”
“No you totally did” Ieuan chimed in from behind the camera
“They’re right Will” Aby chimed in from her chair
“Oh sod off you twats”
Willow pouted
“whats the commotion here” Jamie asked laughing soft as she entered the room again. “Nothin” Willow jumped up panicked.
Back at her flat Willow flops down on her sofa. She was confused. Why was she so sensitive towards Jamie’s touch?
“Will” Chris voice rang trough the office “huh?” Willow looked up from her laptop. “We’re doing another pub golf, you in?” he asked grinning.
“Who’s gonna be there”
“so far me, arthur tv, maybe Stephen, eh harry”
“aw got your little boyfriend in too”
“shut up Willow you can’t even confess to your girl”
“Woah evil”
“anyways, Issac probably will come and eh george”
“yea why not, when?”
“tonight, meet at 6pm here”
“alright” she spoke closing her laptop “well, then I best get home” “see ya at 6 chris” she smiled and waved goodbye.
At home she scanned her closet, at the back of her mind she always thought about how Jamie would think of her outfit. Never on purpose, just sort of happens.
She settled on comfort, a light blue pair of mid rise jeans and the mandatory Germany T-shirt that she only wore for Chris’ pub golf’s. Due to the cold she put a white long sleeve under the shirt and a thin light blue jacket.
She leaned over her sink to get closer to the mirror, drawing her eyeliner as her phone rang, the ringtone she had set for Jamie started playing, shocking her and making her poke her eye on accident. “Shit shit fucking shit” she mumbled “Jamie?” She shouted down the phone, propping it up against her mirror “hey- what’s up” she asked with a slight worry, seeing Willows eye tearing up “stabbed myself with my eyeliner” Willow replied grumpy “why are you applying eyeliner at 5pm” Jamie asked laughing at her friends clumsiness.
“Chris invited me out to pub golf”
“ah ok yea”
“why did you call”
“oh just wanted to ask if you were free tonight but i guess not”
“yea no, why tho thought you were home”
“na had some business here”
“well you can still come, got a key don’t ya”
“alright, but don’t drink to much Will”
“will do”
“alright love ya bye”
“love ya”
and with that she hung up, leaving Willow in silence once again. The silence being filled with her playlist picking back up.
She finished the last stroke of her silver glittery eyeshadow. Before pulling her hair out of the claw clip and making two small braids and taking the curler out of her fringe. A little bit of hairspray and she was ready to go.
Story posted by WillNE
[a photo of her in front of her huge hallway mirror, one hip popped out and holding her phone with both hands]
Comments
@willowshq: serving as always girl x
@sissywis: loving the look sis
@willlower: oooh is that a Germany shirt i see
- @snowfall: bet they’re filming a pug golf
@livydimartino: gorgeous girl x
- @willne: xx
@jamiemarriottyt: My wife
- @WillNE: girll 🤭
Jamie’s comment made her blush, very very hard. Her feelings for the younger woman had her still very confused. She knew she was lesbian, that wasn’t the thing. The thing was, first of, no one knew that and second of, Jamie wasn’t her usual type. So why did she still fall for the singer.
Willow was, to no surprise, the only woman in today’s group. She had kind of hoped that Becky would join but the welsh woman was busy. She didn’t complain to much though, she still loved her silly boy group who, to her misfortune, treated her like one of them.
A few pubs in and a few shots deep, Willow’s filter was long gone. She tripped over a stone and had to do a shot which she downed in one go, scrunching her nose and pressing her eyes shut tight as the bitter burn of the alcohol poured down her throat. “Oh Jesus lord” she spoke, that shot might’ve been one to many, by the next pub she was pale as a ghost
“Will? are you ok?” Arthur whispered, leaning closer “mhm” she nodded back, not very convincing. “Me and Will are right back” Arthur spoke helping the girl up. They might be on different teams right now but when a friend is unwell, teams don’t matter. He led her to the empty girls bathroom, locking the door behind them. Just in time as the second she leaned over the sink she puked all over it. Arthur rushed over, collecting her hair, holding it out of her face. After a few seconds he spoke up “all good now” Willow nodded in response, her hair falling back against her back, out of his grip. “What’s been going on with you, you’ve been so distant” he spoke.
Ever since she realised she felt a little more for Jamie than just friendship she dug deeper into her love life, realising she’s actually never liked any of her boyfriends. She didn’t want to admit it to herself and kept denying the truth that was hidden deep in her heart. The discovery made her distant from everyone, she didn’t go out with them, didn’t call them, didn’t text them. Everything to avoid accidental letting anything slip. No one was to know.
Now she was here, in a dingy girls bathroom, with none other than Arthur TV. Exhausted she slumped against the wall, sitting on the tiles. “I’ve been trying so hard to not admit it, but saying it out loud just feels like making it real and that would change so much” she cried out, tears running down her face. He crouched down next to her, “do you want to share it with me, sharing something often makes it easier to deal with” she admired how smart he was. She hid her face in her hands, sniffling each time she breathed. Willow lifted her head up, staring into his eyes “I’m lesbian, Arthur”. “Oh Will” he whispered pulling his friend into a hug.
“It’s all going to be alright”
“no one knows”
“i figured”
After she calmed down and they had a short chat, the duo returned to the table with Willow more energised. By the end of the night she was battered beyond.
“Jamieee” she slurred as she unlocked her door. “Hi Will” she replied, voice sweet like sugar. Her head poked out of the living room, sprawled out on the sofa. “How was pub golf” Jamie asked, Willow letting herself fall back into the soft cushions of the sofa. “Threw up, had a lovely chat with Arth and cried my heart out to him” she spoke with sarcasm. Laughing slightly at the ridiculousness of the story. “oh and like, at one point, Chris was so gone he slipped on air” she giggled. “sounds like you had a great night then” Jamie smiled softly.
The two women sat in silence, just looking at each other. Jamie took in every feature on the drunk woman’s face. The way her face was getting g more and more flushed with time, the soft purple tint under her eyes peaking trough her makeup. A loose brown hair fell out of her bun making Jamie reach over and tuck the loose hair behind her ear.
The tension was all of a sudden so thick it almost suffocated Jamie. Her thoughts only filled with how gorgeous Willow looked.
“Jamie” Willow whispered, the alcohol still very much present in her system. “Hm?” Jamie hummed looking into Willows dark eyes. “You look very beautiful” she whispered against the other woman’s lips only now noticing the tiny distance between them.
Willow felt Jamie’s hot breath against her face, slowly closing her eyes before diving in and kissing Jamie. The sudden sensation shot trough her entire body, giving g her goosebumps all over as she slowly settled her hands on Jamie’s thighs, rubbing up and down till she was cupping the other woman’s arse and pulled her into her lap, all while they continue to move their lips in rhythm.
Jamie was cuddled up against Willow. “Willow” she spoke soft “hm?” A noise came from the girl above her “I really like you” she mumbled. Willow hesitated with an answer. Looking out the window into the bright moon. “I- me too” she stuttered slightly. These are words she never thought she’d utter but here she was. Jamie looked up at the older girl, who’s hand was brushing trough her dark short hair. “Are you like- do you want to be my girlfriend” she asked, smiling a bit awkwardly. All willow did was lean down, pressing a soft kiss on Jamie’s lips “yes” she whispered.