WORDS; 1,609.
TO; Himself (Third-Person).
VOCAB; Y/N = Your Name. C/N = (birth/home) Country Name. L/N = Last Name.
(Y/N) entered university with his friends, who were quick to mingle with some older students and make friends with people over your little group's age range. All of his friends were freshly eighteen in their first year, though there was one person who was a year older. Jared Miller, who was (Y/N)'s boyfriend at the time.
All of his friend's new friends are people he has only briefly met, and gladly so. School work was already a lot, so he didn't want to gather any new friends to consume his time.
On this new campus, (Y/N) had a consistent paranoid feeling. Something was off, someone was watching him... But he brushed that feeling off as simply being nervous about being in a whole new school, which occurred as his final two school years which he was diving in to professionally learn about his top interests since he was young. Clothing designing.
By putting his focus on schoolwork, excelling with his grades, (Y/N) was able to confidently ignore the paranoid feelings this place brought.
On top of the paranoia, he was also getting random notes in his locker. Love letters. They varied from poems about love and desire, to full blown confessions about how this mystery person is so deeply interested in him. All these letters being signed by a 'secret admirer'.
He even met someone new in his clothing design classes! Saturn, who would always find him before classes and walk him in. This helped to ease his nerves, especially because of how Saturn never makes (Y/N) feel pressured to speak. Saturn let (Y/N) use his guitar, just as a joke for a dumb video that the two shot when they got bored, this is around the time (Y/N) picked up a huge interest in musical instruments.
As a side hobby, he got a guitar of his own and practiced with Saturn, Jared sitting in to applaud them both as he did homework on his and (Y/N)'s shared computer.
Apollo, Jared's brother, had approached (Y/N) with a random gift, "It's not from me. From your secret admirer." He said. "It's an air freshener, for your new car." Apollo smiled. "Tell whoever this is from thank you for me!"
(Y/N) had brushed that gift off as something his boyfriend hadn't got the time to give to him personally, even connecting this to the random love notes that he had been receiving in his locker.
But after his first year passing, him now being nineteen years old and surrounded by his friends and their new friends, he was noticing that the feeling never left him. His boyfriend tried to comfort him with little things, such as checking under the bed of their shared apartment, assuring him that the windows and doors are all locked and various other things. But it even got a lot for Jared to deal with.
It's not like Jared hated (Y/N) over this, he could never. They've been high school sweethearts since way too long, people see him and (Y/N) as the perfect, power couple. But now, since (Y/N) was becoming far more stressed, Jared was pushing for him to see a professional.
Weeks went by after (Y/N) had gotten in to see the university's school psychologist, not much had changed, but he now managed the stress of everything far better. The end of their first term of this new year had come, celebrations were called for. Apollo insisted that the two of them had to accompany him and another mutual friend to a party. "Fine." Said (Y/N), both the brothers shouted in joy. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Apollo started, "You won't regret this."
There was a huge guy, fucking giant. Was difficult to miss him and (Y/N) did a double take when he realised just how tall this guy was, then got embarrassed by himself and tried not to make such a big deal about it. But this guy, he wouldn't quit staring at him.
When (Y/N) started talking with some friends, this guy's eyes lit up and he immediately approached to join the conversation, "Hi!" He chimed in, glad to see (Y/N) was a friend of one of his friends. "Oh hey Wilbur! This is (Y/N), (Y/N), this is Wilbur."
"Nice to meet you." Wilbur greeted with not only a honeyed tone, but a honeyed demeanour. Maybe it was just his British accent. "Nice to meet you too!" There was something that this guy set off in (Y/N), some reaction that he hated more than anything. It made him feel so guilty to be thinking so rudely, he pushed those thoughts aside and played nice by putting on a toothy grin. "You're pretty tall, Wilbur!"
"Yep. I get that a lot." He chuckled to himself, basically hovering over (Y/N) to hear him over all the chatter. "Where are you from?" Wilbur asked, as if he didn't already know it. "(C/N). You?" He laughed out his response softly, as if he couldn't hear it in Wilbur's voice. "Britain."
The two laughed. There was something so sweet about that small talk. (Y/N) fist bumped Wilbur and ran off to find his boyfriend after spending a fast ten minutes speaking with his new acquaintance. Through some wandering, (Y/N) was able to find Jared shouting and cheering from the sidelines of the various drinking contests that were going on. This was a fairly unusual sight to him, since Jared is more of the quiet type of man. One who keeps to himself and listens to (Y/N) better than anyone else could. "Babe?"
(Y/N) turned Jared by his shoulder, making the taller male face him. That was when his warm, drunken breath hit (Y/N)'s face, and now he fully understood.
"How much did you drink?" He put up a false seriousness in his tone, when really he was amused by the way Jared had drunk his way into extroversion. "Mmm, only a little~ Don't worry about me baby..." Jared wrapped his arms around the smaller male as he spoke, eventually leaning more of his weight on (Y/N), an amount that nearly toppled him over. "Ah — We should head home..."
"Whaaat?" Jared whined. "But we only just got here?" (Y/N) pecked his boyfriend's prickly, shaved cheek and begun to guide him out the front door.
It was fortunate (Y/N) had dragged them each out sooner rather than later, because the police were called soon after their great escape, on the subject of a noise complaint and potential underage drinking from a neighbour. The party ended up being told to keep the noise down, but no one was arrested. Only a warning.
Jared was like a rag doll, except for the moments he had his sights set on performing an action. (Y/N) found this out when his drunk boyfriend leaned over for a sloppy kiss, barely missing his lips and instead licking (Y/N)'s cheek, to his disgust. "Babe!" (Y/N) made a scolding tone at him, "Gross!" Jared groaned, getting flustered when a mood swing came on and he sat there crying. "Babe..."
This is the first time Jared had gotten so drunk and he was now vulnerable and dependent on (Y/N)'s care for the night, and let's be honest, likely the morning as well since he'll be having the worst hangover. "Can you tell me how much you drank?"
(Y/N) held Jared close, both hands resting on his shoulders and massaging his shoulders through his grey t-shirt, somehow getting a burp out of him as he attempted to soothe him. "Mmaybe I did h — have a bit mmuch..."
"How much?" (Y/N) pushed. "Five... Or six? I think..." His words were slurred with long pauses as Jared thought to himself, the answer becoming lost in the back of his mind. "That's far too much. I'm taking you home, babe." (Y/N) explained with a following sigh. "Are you mad at me?"
Upon hearing how heart broken Jared's voice had gained, (Y/N) had to pull his boyfriend in for another hug. "No. No, of course not. I love you." (Y/N) started. "And all your cheesy love letters." Jared was confused, but too drunk to protest against making any alleged love letters.
Wilbur saw red, felt the steam blow out of his ears as he tore the headphone out of his ear. He couldn't stand listening in on (Y/N)'s conversation any longer, he huffed to himself as he paced around the backyard of somebody else's home. Had Jared claimed he wrote every love letter when it was really Wilbur? Does (Y/N) really think that prick could love him more than Wilbur could? "What's with you, man?" Apollo shouted from across the yard. "Nothing." Wilbur lied through his teeth, putting on a pretend smile. "Just wanted a stretch."
You see, that air freshener was a gift from Wilbur to (Y/N), it had a camera and a microphone in it.
Wilbur only wanted to be closer with (Y/N), but he was too nervous to do so physically. Especially since he has a boyfriend... Jared. Nothing more than rage came of the thought that (Y/N) was with someone else when it was him he should be with!
Wilbur was going to make (Y/N) his.
One step at a time.
FROM; His Secret Admirer.