You Probably Won't See It - Connor Sharpe x reader

Chapter 7

The sun was already dipping below the rooftops by the time Yumi and I stepped off the bus. Our coffee cups were nearly empty, and my brain was still stuck on the moment earlier when I nearly choked on my drink after seeing Connor freaking Sharpe in my TikTok DMs.

Even now, hours later, I still hadn’t responded. Not because I didn’t want to, I definitely wanted to but because everything I thought of saying sounded either lame, overly casual, or like a whole love confession. And that was not how I planned to start a conversation with my biggest internet crush.

“What if we wait ‘til tomorrow?” Yumi said as we walked up the driveway to her house. “Give it a night. Let your brain cool down.”

“Yeah…” I mumbled, unlocking the front door with the spare key her mom always left in the mailbox. “Maybe he won’t even text again.”

Yumi rolled her eyes and nudged me with her elbow. “Girl. He texted you. You. Out of everyone. He’s going to text again.”

We dropped our bags in her room and got straight into our usual sleepover routine: face masks, oversized shirts, horrible reality TV and salty snacks. Her LED lights glowed purple across the ceiling as we lay in bed, scrolling on our phones in comfortable silence.

I was this close to falling asleep when Yumi mumbled through a yawn, “What if he’s the type who texts at weird hours?”

“Huh?”

“I dunno. He just gives me chaotic-sleep-schedule vibes.”

I smiled faintly, placing my phone down on the nightstand. “Well, unless his chaotic vibes include texting me before I pass out, it’s gonna have to wait.”

Famous last words.

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It was 1 a.m. when my phone buzzed.

I groaned softly, reaching over blindly to check it, expecting it to be a spam email or a notification about someone going live.

Instead… it was a message.

Unknown Number

> hey
it’s connor. from tiktok 👋

My brain stalled.

I blinked. Sat up. Rubbed my eyes.

“Yumi.”

She stirred next to me, barely conscious. “Mm?”

“Yumi, wake up. It’s— it’s him.”

“Who’s him?” she mumbled groggily.

“Connor.”

Her eyes snapped open. “WHAT.”

I turned the screen toward her. She squinted.

“No. No freaking way.”

I nodded wordlessly, my heart hammering so loud it drowned out everything else.

There it was.
Plain as day.
His name. A little waving hand. Connor from TikTok.

“He actually texted you,” Yumi poked me as I stared at the phone, still wide-eyed.
“Wait. How did he even get your number?

I blinked, realizing I hadn’t thought about that.
“Oh! Right, I didn’t give him my number. But it’s in my Instagram bio.” I shrugged.
“I put it there for commissions and stuff, so anyone can see it if they look.”

Yumi grinned.
“Classic. You made it way too easy for him to find you.”

I laughed.
“Yeah, guess I did. No wonder he texted at midnight.”

Yumi smirked.
“Well, stalk responsibly, okay?”

I rolled my eyes.
“Sure, Yumi. Like I have a choice now.”

Buzz. Another message.

Unknown Number

> unless this is super weird
in which case ignore me forever 😅

Yumi cackled. “He’s nervous. That’s kind of cute.”

“Do I reply? Do I ask for proof? What if it’s someone pretending to be him?”

“You think a catfish would nervously text you at midnight with that emoji combo? Nah. That’s pure Connor Sharpe energy.”

I bit my lip, heart still thudding, and started typing.

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PHOTO INCOMING...

The image loaded slowly, like the universe wanted me to suffer. When it finally popped up, I clapped a hand over my mouth to stifle a laugh.

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I lowered the phone slowly, still smiling like a total dork.

“Okay,” I whispered. “It’s really him.”

Yumi, now fully awake and literally sitting cross-legged beside me, grinned. “So what now?”

I looked down at the screen again…
Just in time to see it.

Connor is typing...