"Why did you run?"
I look down and mumble "what are you talking about?"
He sighs "you know what I'm talking about why did you run away from me this morning when I asked you something?"
I don't know him. I can't tell him one of my biggest secrets when I don't even know the boys bloody fucking name. So I just replied with a sarcastic and smart assy remark because that's what I do to push people away.
"Y'know technically I fast walked away. Just sayin'."
"What accent is that?"
That question threw me off guard. I mumbled, confused "Irish yours?"
He smiles with cute and extremely deep dimples "Canadian."
I try not to squeal over his cute boyish smile and adorable as fuck dimples, but I have little self control so as you can imagine I lean over and poke his dimple then squeal loudly because oh my god they're amazing and adorable.
He looks at me weirdly and laughs "okayyy then."
Once I gain some composure back I tell him "oops sorry, hand kinda slipped into your dimple."
"Dang. I wonder how. There should be a warning sign somewhere around here for that. It could be dangerous."
I try not to giggle. I poke his cheek again and then a dimple appears. I squeal again and while doing so I say "oops".
He laughs and I almost melt his fucking laugh sounds like music and I'm the number one fan.
"Anyways you never told me why you walked away. Like you didn't even reply you just walked away. Why?"
I look down and mess with my sweater sleeves. "Um...I uh...couldn't hear you..."
He laughs and i glare "that was terrible come on seriously I wasn't really speaking lowly. At all."
"I know but I'm deaf and I couldn't fucking hear you." I mumble angrily.
He looks at me and then says "Prouve-le moi."
I glare at him and take my hearing aids out and hand them to him then say hopefully lowly "voilá trou du cul."
He looks at them weirdly and tries to say something to me. It's quite a terrifying thing when you see a mouth moving and you know sound is coming out but you have no idea what sound is coming out and you can't even bloody hear the sound coming out.
He studies my reaction and then hands me back my hearing aids and awkwardly fumble putting them back into my ears. I look at him studying his reaction. His body language is emotionless. But his eyes say it all. I see sadness and regret in his eyes. I don't quite know why but when I see that my heart hurt a little.
So I hugged him. Which is shocking. I haven't hugged anyone for years. So I closed my eyes and rested my head against his chest. I felt my heart drop when I realized he wasn't hugging back. He actually stiffened up. I almost let go and walked away. Almost.
But then I felt two big strong arms wrap around my small frame and engulf me in warmth and comfort. I hear him mumble "belle."
And I feel my cheeks burn up and I can hear him laugh at that. I feel at peace. For once I wasn't thinking. And that thought almost scares me. But it felt good not to think about the consequences and all of that for once. For once I felt free.
And I loved that feeling.
