Story 4; part 1
Walkers pov:
We started filming a few weeks ago. It's been going well so far. For some apparent reason, we had to switch the locations of the hotels.
Meaning we had to pack up all our stuff and basically move away. It was a hassle, constantly moving around. This hotel was much closer to where we were filming so I guess it was worth it.
Timeskip
I stood, waiting by the receptionist for my hotel key with the rest of us. Charlie, Dior, Aryan and Leah.
There was just one thing about this whole situation. I had confessed to Leah the other night. Like...last night. I kind of rambled on and on about how I felt that I never really gave her a chance to respond. Meaning I didn't know how she felt about me.
I still had the same jinxing feeling in my stomach I had the night before I had gone through with professing my love, like? I wasn't really sure, all I knew was that we were meant for each other.
If somebody told me to say my favorite things about her I think I'd be rambling on and on forever. The way she walks, has conversations, fixes her hair, her doe eyes that look up at me. Thank the gods for our height difference or I wouldn't be able to experience that every time she glances at me.
I even loved the way she complained. The way her lips pursed upwards slightly when she was annoyed. The way her eyebrows furrowed lightly as she pressed the keys on the piano, the way her hands pressed on the piano keys with precision and practice.
Her hands, I've done a lot of thinking about them.
I had also had multiple fantasies about her, nothing weird luckily but I sometimes find myself falling asleep at night to the thought of me holding her hand awkwardly.
I know it's a bit weird but I can't help it. I've had a few dreams here and there too. Just a few... I can't even think about them or her without feeling my heart being tugged on slightly, as she slowly steals it from me.
What can I say? I mean, look at her. She's perfect.
Timeskip
I had refused Diors offer to go down to the arcade with her, Aryan and Charlie planned to go along with her. Leaving me and Leah alone. Except we were in different rooms.
Our rooms were across from each others, even still. Anyone could probably feel some type of presence when passing by our rooms. The tension that had been growing between us since that night had been unbearable. And noticeable. I got caught staring a few times by my friends. Including Leah and myself.
Now I laid in bed, deciding to go knock on the door of the room that belonged to the person who my heart belonged to...or just, sleep.
I eventually got up after a few pep talks and a few handfuls of thinking.
I walked out of my room in my blue plaid pajama pants and black shirt. And black socks of course. Don't want to scare all the ladies away with my bare feet, by ladies I mean Leah.
I closed my door and when I turned around to walk towards the door across from mine and knock on it. I instead see Leah. With a sort of puzzled look on her face.
I guess we were both thinking the same thing.
Third person:
They stood there looking at each other. "Walker?" "Leah?" They said at the same time. "Uh, what're you doing...?" Leah said slowly. "...I actually- needed water?" He said, hoping she wouldn't catch onto his lie, she knew him too well. She saw right through it and looked at him expectantly.
He sighed before folding and clearing his throat. "I actually wanted to see you, talk about...something." He said, his tone becoming more serious.
"Yeah?" She said, her voice urging him to continue. "About last night." She nodded softly, she kind of expected either of them to speak up about it sooner or later.
"Uh, sure." She said while looking down awkwardly. Her head snapped up at the feel of her wrist around Walker's hand.
He wasted no time taking her into the privacy of his hotel room. A place she would definitely be in more often.
Leah already had the answer to his unasked question. She liked him back. Simple as that.
Walker was completely oblivious to this since the previous 10 or more hours have been nothing but silent exchanges between them. He thought that she didn't feel the same way. Hence the reasoning to his slightly sweaty hands and nervous appearance.
"Do you like me back?" He suddenly blurted out. Her eyes widened slightly as she put her hand over her mouth and her eyes slowly closed as she laughed softly into her hands.
He looked completely stunned. He loved her laugh but he also was curious to know why she was laughing about the question she had still not responded to. He had been anxiously waiting the answer to his query, the very response that could easily put him into a deep state of depression if it didn't go his way.
"What's so funny!?!" He said, his voice coming out a bit more rushed than intended. She just laid on the bed laughing her head off before she sat up.
"You think I don't like you back?" She refuted, laughing slightly. His eyes were agape. "Wait I don't get it." He said.
"I do like you back, Walker. I thought it was obvious." "What? You do?" He said, still not grasping the entirety of the situation.
He slightly and immediately, basically jumped on her. Holding her against him tightly. She lets out a choked breath as he loosens his arms. Letting her breathe, she did a bit heavily.
"Thank you." He says quietly against the skin of her neck. "You're welcome?"
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