Their Little Lady (✓)

Chapter 22 - Getting Her Back (Stalk-her)

[A/N : hah, see what i did there ☝︎?]

-Narrator's POV-

Over time, the men found that Y/N has been living in Cherry Hill; just outside of Haddonfield.

It did take them quite awhile to find the place she now called home. I mean, the answer was right under their noses and they didn't even see it until now.

Surprisingly, Brahms actually, was the one who found the place she took residence in. Accidentally, but he still found it so it doesn't matter.

He was taking 'patrol', as Freddy says; basically it was just another dumb part of Freddy's imaculate plan. He had them look around all over the outskirts of town for any clues on where she could be.

Freddy knew she hadn't gone far, but without a clue of where she could be or even what she looked like now...he couldn't just teleport to wherever she was. But when Brahms was patrolling around this new town he had come across called 'Cherry Hill' he found a beautiful floral shop and it had distracted him.

He peered out from the bush he was hiding in and remembered

'Y/N always adored flowers...she always smelt of them too.'

He stared at the store, thinking of her. Trying to remember the way she smelt of lilacs and lavender everyday. He missed her scent, her smile, everything.
Which only pushed him to try and find her faster. But just as his thoughts were starting to wander...
he saw a woman exit the shop.

She was Holding a beautiful bouquet of all different sorts and types of flowers. He couldn't see her face considering her hair was covering it because of the light wind. But she was dressed fairly nice. She was wearing a gorgeous plain white dress, it had these white strings that crossed over her chest elegantly. It had ruffles on the rim of the top part of the dress with puffy sleves and a bow to tie it all together.

The color of the dress really complimented her skin tone.

She looked straight out of a fairy tail, with her H/C colored hair flowing so freely in the light autum wind. Her curvy body fitting so perfectly in that floral dress. It would complete her face so nicely if Brahms could see it.

Her face...

Just then the mysterious woman turned in a way that pushed her hair push behind her left shoulder, making it flow out of her face. She lifted the flowers to her nose and smelt the lovely aroma of the multi-colored plants. When she layed the flowers carefully in her arm, as if she was holding a baby. Wrapping her wrist around the middle of the stems to be able to hold the flowers in such a way that it wouldn't fall out of her grasp...that's when Brahms got to see her face.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Or more like, who.

It was her! Y/N! It had to be, her face was so recognizable. He knew it was her with all his heart.

He had to tell the others about this! Immediatly!

But Brahms didn't want to leave. He wanted to admire her more, he wanted to see just how much she really changed. Besides he had just found her after all this time! Of course he wouldn't want to leave now.
It couldn't hurt to wait just a bit longer.

And so he stayed, watching her. Looking over every curve and new detail on her body.

And what new details there were...

The only problem was, she started walk the opposite direction. She turned to her right; away from where Brahms was hiding and began to walk said direction.