Noel always says he’s not affectionate. But you already know how to read him… and you know he’s lying.

Because when his arms strong, heavy, warm wrap around you, there’s no escape. It’s not a hug, it’s a barricade. A full-on bear hug. The kind that steals your breath, crushes you against his chest, and leaves you floating in the clouds.

He growls, as if the contact is more to annoy you than to comfort you. —You’re weak when it comes to hugs *he mutters, though he doesn’t let go. And you smile, because you know there’s no safer place than there, trapped in the claws of the bear who swears he doesn’t need you, yet never lets you go."