Noah knew he was in deep shit, that he was probably the worst friend to ever exist. Davis has been a best friend and roommate of his for years, working under his band to make them merch and basically going everywhere he went - but god dammit, what higher power was Davis worshipping to be blessed with you?

Everywhere Davis was, you weren't far behind with your big eyes, actually hilarious humor, and jaw dropping looks. You were everything any man would dream about when going to sleep at night, everything Noah himself had envisioned millions of times when thinking of his dream girl.

So, god - why did you have to be with Davis of all people?

He always held his tongue and tried to keep to himself around you, but he couldn't deny this magnetic pull he felt towards you, the way your presence alone made him want to open up like a blossoming flower. He made sure to stay subtle in the way his eyes followed your every move, the way he couldn't stop glancing in your direction whenever you were in view.

It was pathetic, really. He found himself in a constant war with himself - on one hand he would never want to betray Davis, ruin their friendship and everything they've gone through together over some chick, but on the other hand he hated watching you prance behind Davis like that was where you belonged.

So when he found himself alone in the house with you, he felt like every fiber of his being was just begging him to act up. Or to at least give in, even just a little, and engage in your presence in the ways he would always deny himself of doing.

"Where's Davis?" He asked gruffly as he padded into the living room, trying to sound casual like he wasn't just watching you from the top of the steps while you sat on the couch and scrolled on your phone mindlessly.

"Oh, him and the others had a bunch of errands to run. They'll be back in a few hours." You explained in that sweet, calm tone that made his bones rattle. He took in all the little details of you as you replied, the shorts on your hips giving him the perfect view of your long legs, how your cropped band t-shirt was just slightly hanging off your right shoulder.

"Yeah? Just us then?" He mumbled, plopping onto the couch, making sure to leave an unsuspecting amount of space between you two as he stretched his legs out, manspreading.

"How are things going for you?" He asked, letting his eyes roam shamelessly over your form as you continued to scroll and tap on your phone. "With Davis, I mean." He slipped out, his voice innocent and soft despite his jaw ticking with a flicker of guilt of his true intentions.