I’ve got one more drabble after this one and it’s already ¾ of the way done! You all are free to send more in! (Specifically Rich, Gabriel, Rob, and Chuck) (I’m in a certain mood for them)

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”I loved you, Gabriel!”

He slumps over and sighs, “I still love you.”

You raise an eyebrow. “What?”

Gabriel stands tall and crosses the room to you. He places a hand on your cheek and locks eyes with you.

”I’ll always love you.”

Gabriel leans in, ever so close….

“Cut!”

You swear under your breath, breaking away from Rich.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do this,” you mumble, running off the set and away from everyone.

Especially him.

“Y/n! Hey, wait!”

You hear his voice, crystal clear, yet it fogs your mind.

The energy you initially had wears off and you force yourself to slow down. Unfortunately, the steps behind you slow down as well, making a stop next to you.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?”

You shake your head, unwilling to give up your reasons so easily. It was stupid anyways, right?

Rich reaches for your hands and gently pulls them down. He doesn’t let go, instead, giving them a light squeeze.

“Sweetheart, want to tell me what’s up? Was it me?”

“No, and no.”

His eyes glimmer in the sun, begging you to let him help.

How could you say no?

You let out a shaky sigh, “It’s the scene. It makes me nervous.”

Rich chuckles, earning a small glare from you.

“Sorry, but you’ve done these scenes before. Got something against me?”

“No! Of course not.”

“Then what?”

He’s so close, as close as he was during the scene. This time, you aren’t scared.

Rich leans in, pressing his lips to yours. When you don’t respond, he pulls away.

“Sorry, I thought…”

“No, no, it’s just… you actually meant that?”

The actor raises an eyebrow and almost seems hurt.

“Of course I did. I’ve felt this way for a while. Why?”

You look down at his hands holding yours and pull them away.

“Because you’re the kind of man who could have any pretty girl he pointed at, and I don’t look the way pretty girls look.”

“If I said you aren’t the prettiest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on, I’d be lying big time.”

Then, he kissed you.

And you couldn’t wait to film the next scene.

You grabbed yet another tissue from the box and blew your nose.

Being sick was the worst.

A knock sounded from your trailer door and you yelled for them to come in. Whoever it was opened the door, but you talking caused you to burst into a fit of coughs.

“You okay?”

You recognize that voice. Hell, you were in love with that voice.

Rich peeks his head in and walks over to you. He gazes down at you, leaning against the nearest wall.

All you can do is nod, still suffering from coughing.

“I can’t film today,” you mumbled, sniffling as you looked up at him.

You hadn’t wanted him to see you like this: vulnerable and almost completely bed-ridden.

Rich chuckles softly. “Yea, I see that.”

You pull another tissue from the box and sneeze into it. Tossing it into the trash, you then pull your blankets tighter around you.

“Do you want me to stay?”

The question comes out of nowhere, but you immediately nod.

He smiles gently and approaches your bedside before lying down next to you.

“Rich, you’re gonna get sick.”

Rich rolls his eyes and pulls you into his body. He places a kiss to the top of your head and replies, “Then you can return the favor.”