Is this all a game? (Aleheather)

Fashion Show Pt. 2

Hello readers! In this chapter there will be a couple of songs mentioned, I would strongly recommend listening to them in the background while reading that certain part, I hope you all enjoy!

3rd Person POV:

Heather waited nervously, with box in arms, for her Spaniard to come and find her.

She wanted see him with the outfit on before anyone else, but unfortunately that wouldn't be the case.

She was directed to wait in a very long and bland hallway so they can exchange their costumes and give instructions before going to get dressed.

The door knob rattled for a moment, and Heather could feel the excitement emitting off of her.

She never thought the day would come where she would be happy being around him again.

Her hatred for him was now essentially gone somehow, and her heart can now enjoy these blissful moments with him.

Little to her knowledge, Alejandro never thought he would see her like this again.

The way her face has a slight blush every time she's around him, or how a small smile forms on her lips makes the strong man weak in the knees.

He liked seeing her like this, it was more like a healthy obsession.

It also caused a heavy weight to get lifted off his shoulders. A burden that was now resolved, and it felt amazing.

The love for her can fix anything, at least that's what he's thinking at the moment.

Once the wooden door finally opened, Alejandro's green eyes tried to search for the very familiar, and reassuring, grey pair he loves so much.

"Hola señorita, Did you miss me?" He wiggles his eyebrows while opening his arms.

Heather rolls her eyes and walks into his embrace.

"Yes, only because I was forced to socialize with the other girls again." She mutters into his shoulder, and a smile grew on his lips.

"If you say so my love." He wraps his arms around her small body, and they stand there for a second, breathing in each other's scents and getting that feeling of comfort.

A knock was heard from the door and both of their heads pop up to look.

"Looks like we don't have that much time." He kisses her forehead and lets go.

"Here, I put instructions for how I want you wear the costume." The two swap their boxes carefully, so no items would be ruined inside.

"What the heck is in here?" The box was heavy and big, which she was happy about since it's probably not lingerie.

"You'll see." She rolls her eyes and gives him a playful pout.

"I forgot to put instructions in the box, but keep a few buttons undone and let the tie hang from your neck, ok?"

He gives her a questionable look before just nodding in compliance.

"Alright love birds, your time is up." Chef yells from behind the door.

The two flinch from the knocking, not really expecting to be interrupted with such aggression.

"I'll see you on the other side mi amor." He kisses her forehead then her lips before releasing her and walking through the door.

The Spaniard has a faint blush on his face imagining Heather in her costume.

"Gah focus, you can fantasize about her later." He mumbles to himself while shaking his head.