Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
HEAVEN BY NIALL HORAN
We went out to lunch, and ever since I kissed Bellamy he seems to be off.
Maybe distracted is a better word? He’s been checking his phone, and acting like he’s somewhere else mentally.
Part of me is telling myself I’m reading into it way too much, but the other part of me.
The insecure part of me tells me I did something completely wrong.
Maybe he really doesn’t like his tattoo?
Or I’m a bad kisser.. Or maybe he just doesn’t feel as into this as he did before?
He pulls back up to my apartment complex, so I turn to him over the center console.
“Hey, Bell...”
He looks away from his phone to look at me, his features strong, and his eyes light, “What’s up?”
“Did something happen? Or did I do something wrong? Because if you hate the tattoo... I’m sorry, I thought-”
“What are you talking about?” He drops his phone instantly in his lap, focusing fully on me now.
“I don’t know. After we left the tattoo shop you seemed like you were upset, or distracted,” I tell him.
“I was just making sure I didn’t do anything.
.. Or that you still wanted to do this because you’re always telling me if I want to stop that we can, but the same goes for you.
If you don’t want to finish the list we don’t have to. I mean you don’t need me to-”
“Respectfully... Stop talking,” He interrupts me, and I shut my mouth right away.
“You’re cute when you get all worked up.
.. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.
First of all, you’ve never kissed me before, and it made me feel good because it makes me know that you feel comfortable with me.
Second of all, I have been distracted...
Let’s just go upstairs and I’ll explain. ”
He nods his head and gets out of the car. He walks to my side, opening the door for me. He takes me by the hips and helps me from the Jeep.
I don’t say anything but I feel somewhat relieved at his words and his confession about me kissing him first. Part of me is still anxious at the thought of Bellamy waiting to tell me the rest until we get upstairs.
There are words left unsaid but I don’t know what they are so I wait nervously, and- my eyes catch Lawson, and Griffin walking from the front doors of my apartment building, and confusion hits me like a wave.
“Bellamy, why are your roommates walking out of my apartment right now?” The two of them don’t see us, but I’m positive it’s them.
“Because they can’t do anything right,” He doesn’t say anything to them, they don’t even notice the two of us as they leave.
Bellamy doesn’t say another word as he leads the two of us up the stairs and to my door. He kicks my doormat to the side and picks up a key that I had never put there. I furrow my brows and press my lips together.
“How did you… I’ve never put a key under my doormat before.”
“Well I might have stolen your key when you were sleeping, and put it there before we left... And told my friends to put it there for us when we got back.”
I shouldn’t be mad, right? I mean there’s a reason for this I assume, but still.
“Invasive! Why were your friends inside my apartment?” I throw my hands up, and he doesn’t react to my initial annoyance, he just unlocks my door and opens it.
He holds the door open, and my jaw drops. This must have been what he was distracted by. It has to be. I would be distracted if I was going to set something like this up.
“I don’t know if you remember... But I have a list to complete,” His words are like white noise as I walk into my apartment which looks like it was transformed into a flower shop.
Okay, that’s a bit dramatic... But really, there are bouquets of yellow and white daisies everywhere.
It smells wonderful too. They’re on the tables, dining table, and the coffee table.
They’re on the island in the kitchen too.
I’ve never been particular about the type of flowers I like.
Daffodils have been something I think of because of Big Fish.
But daisies, all the daisies surrounding me make me feel more than that movie ever did.
“The list said the prettiest bouquet. Singular,” My eyes are still on the flowers around us, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to look anywhere else.
“Well, we’ve already realized I have selective hearing, and I couldn’t pick just one. This is better anyway.”
I just stare. I don’t know what’s happening but I feel an overwhelming sense again. The pressure inside my chest builds, and I push back the initial want to start crying. It’s just flowers… This really does look like a scene from a cheesy romance movie.
I always feel like I’m in a movie when I’m with him, and I know that’s the goal.
But damn he’s… He’s going above and beyond, and I knew that before right now but he really is…
He’s doing everything I wrote but somehow making it better.
It’s hard to comprehend someone caring enough to make this silly list happen.
“This is so sweet…” I walk ahead of him to look at all of the flowers. “And your friends did all of this?” I turn around, standing in the center of multiple bouquets, surrounded by them.
It makes my heart scream. Part of me thinks of my childhood when I’d watch Gilmore Girls with my mom. That one scene with all the daisies. It’s not the same but… It’s so close. My mom would be in love with Bellamy if she had any idea he did any of this for me.
“They did… They did good too, even though they messed up the surprise,” He motions around the room, then looks directly at me.
I watch as Bellamy takes out his phone, and I pose for a picture the second he holds his phone up.
He walks forward, and I watch him as he does, not knowing how to feel or what to do in this situation.
There’s no “how to” book in this type of scenario because this shit doesn’t happen, at least not until Bellamy Archer walked through my door.
He has to know how I feel right now, there’s no way it’s not written all over my face.
“How did they mess it up?” I ask him, seeing just how perfect the scene around me is.
“I figured they would just use Griff’s truck for all the flowers... Turns out it’s in the shop. So they took longer than expected. So they had to use Lawson’s car. Well, he drives a stupid Mazda, and it’s tiny. They truly almost ruined everything. They were supposed to be done an hour ago.”
I shake my head, an even bigger smile on my lips at his explanation. I look around, continuing to look at the pretty flowers, my heart beating out of my chest.
“My sister used to love the show Gilmore Girls, and when I read your list I thought of that one scene-”
“A thousand yellow daisies,” I interrupt, looking at his pretty blue eyes, and he smiles instantly.
“Exactly… Well, not exact, it’s not a thousand but-”
“It’s perfect. I don’t know what to say,” I look up at him as he stands in front of me.
“How about you don’t say anything because you don’t have to?” His hand slowly rests on my cheek, softly cupping my face.
“What do you want to do the rest of the day?” I hesitate.
“If you don’t want to do anything. I can go hang out with the guys, and give you some time to yourself, just whatever you want,” He suggests.
“No,” I speak a bit too eagerly. Bellamy raises his eyebrows, a smirk playing on his lips. “I mean, if you don't want to stay you don’t have to... But you can. We can watch movies… Order food... Or something else...”
I make it apparent I’d be fine doing absolutely anything right now with him. I probably sound like a babbling idiot but I really like spending time with him.
“I’ll stay if you want me to...” There’s an awkward silence that drifts between the two of us, so I turn away from him and walk toward my bedroom.
“Is that a yes?” I leave the door open behind me.
“Obviously!” I yell. He makes his way into my bedroom, and I kick my shoes off and jump onto my bed, the door still wide open. Bellamy stands at the foot of the bed, his eyes on me as I find my way under my comforter, and out of his line of sight.
“Are you waiting for a formal invitation?”
“I’d like one, yeah,” His smart remark only makes me roll my eyes.
He starts to kick his shoes off too.
“Bellamy, would you please for the love of all things good… Get your ass in my bed?” I ask him and watch as he crawls into my bed for the first time, making his way to me.
He crawls under the covers, not hesitating to pull me directly into him. I grab the small remote from my bedside table, and he snatches it from my hands, turning the TV on, and instantly going to Netflix.
I watch as he scrolls through the romantic comedy section, inevitably clicking on one of my favorites.
I’ve never told him it’s one of my favorites.
27 Dresses starts on the TV, and the quiet day has turned perfect in seconds.
My cheeks flame at the thought of the vases of flowers in my living room right now.
I smile to myself, my body closing in on Bellamy’s.
I rest my head closer to his chest, my ear pressed down enough to hear the steady thrum of his heart.
“Do you like this movie?” He asks since can’t see my brimming smile.
“I absolutely love it. The karaoke part of the list is from this movie. I love the scene where they’re singing together in the bar,” I move my leg over his body as I talk.
My body meshes with his within the first five minutes of the movie starting, and quickly I realize that watching movies with him might be the hardest thing I’ve ever done, well next to the last movie we watched together. I can’t focus on anything.