feelings ~ hector fort

part 23/ sharing is caring

Adella's POV:

What the flying fuck was I supposed to wear?

I wanted something that showed that I put a real effort in but at the same time I wanted something nonchalant, not giving away too much of what was whirling in my head. Because boy, was I nervous. Every single time that I thought of where I'm heading to, my stomach filled with butterflies and my palms admittedly started to sweat.

It's just a date, I tried to convince myself. I've been on plenty of dates in my life, what's different with this one? Quite a lot actually.

Lets list a few things. Number one, I actually care about this one. It's Hector we're talking about, who I've known since childhood, so yes, this is a bit different.

Secondly, before today, I don't think I had realised how many feelings I had developed for this man. I woke up to the thoughts of him and fell asleep with my head full of him. I was deep, deep gone. The man had me wrapped around his finger.

And lastly, it was the last day in Italy, so I was allowed to be a tad sad about having to leave first thing tomorrow morning.

Anyways, life is about living in the present. I pull myself together and start to get ready.

I tilt my head to the side as I look in the mirror and adjust my waves of hair. The yellow dress I decided on felt perfect for tonight. (picture of dress at the top in the collage xx)

19.54.

I couldn't wait any longer. The anxiety was eating me up alive. I swing my little bag on my shoulder and make my way to the downstairs lobby.

I was so, so nervous.

Hector's POV:

I was so, so nervous.

19.54. And still no sight of her.

I've been waiting downstairs for the past 20 minutes because walking back and forth in my room was making me go insane. But maybe I am insane. Because I think Adella has made me go insane. Not in a bad way. In a way that every second of every day, I crave to be with her. Every waking moment I'm counting down the seconds until I see her beautiful eyes and outrageous smile.

I think I must have memorised every single detail about her eyes by now. From the rare shades of green that dot around her blue eyes to the way they scrunch when she laughs. I want to hear that laugh all the time. More so, I want to be the one to cause that laugh.

I take a look at my watch. 19.57.

I exhale a deep breath. She'll be here. Of course, she'll be here. There's no reason for her not to come, right? My head's reeling.

I start tracing the wallpaper patterns of the lobby with my eyes.

And then, like an actual goddess, she walks in. I'm mesmerised.

My eyes find hers. As soon as we make eye contact it seems that hers start to sparkle.

A smirk splits my face as she walks towards me. God, was I lucky. I'm still staring like an idiot when she approaches and kisses my cheek.

I can't hide my smile at her action. "You look.. you look beautiful, Ads," I say.

"Thank you. Don't look too bad yourself," she pats me on my chest and then adjusts the collar of my shirt slightly.

I grin, "Let's go."

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Adella's POV: