The Trip to My Heart (BxB)

Chapter 9

Elliot's POV

It's extremely dark when I get outside of the hotel. Which makes sense because it's now 11 o'clock.

I've never been to the hotel pool before, but I'm guessing it's in the back.

I walk around the building and see the large, tan, pavilion, sitting on the grass adjacent to the massive pool. My heart speeds up its pace from nerves.

Who could possibly want me out here at eleven? OH MY GOD AM I GONNA GET MURDERED?! Okay Elliot don't be a dimwit... You watch too much television. Besides, no one wants to kill you.

As I gradually approach, I see someone sitting in a chair, with their eyes closed. They seem to be really deep into their thoughts.

When I get closer to the point where I can distinguish a face, I see it's.... Leighton.

He's wearing sweatpants and a black hoodie. His hair is really messy and you can tell by the bags under his eyes that he's very tired. He still looks stunning... My face straightaway turns blood red but I keep on taking baby steps to reach the pavilion.

I climb the short staircase and quietly clear my throat when I realize he hasn't noticed me yet.
He then looks up in shock that I'm here, and I can see that he's starting to blush, so I smile and turn even redder than I was before.

He sits up a bit, then does some kind of motion with his hands. It took me a second to process what this meant, but I'm guessing he wanted me to sit in the chair next to him.

I walk over and take a seat next to him.

It's been a few minutes, and still no words have been said. So I decide to speak up. "So, it was you who left me that note on my door."

He looks at me and gives a cheesy smile, and replies with obvious sarcasm. "No, Elliot, it was an Oompa Loompa from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory telling you, you've got a golden ticket."

God, he's even cuter when he's being sarcastic. I'm seriously starting to like this guy more and more..

I give him a very flat look to show that I picked up on his so not obvious sarcasm.

I change my look to a more serious one, to let him know that I'm ready to discuss the matter that I was called here for.

He begins to explain about his high school life, how it was so hard to fit in with everyone else, and something about a prank that was pulled on him by the baseball team. It was devastating. I really felt bad for him. It wasn't fair. He didn't do anything to harm anyone. He just wanted someone to love, but they betrayed him. I wonder if he's scared to fall in love again?

He finishes everything he wants to say, and I stand up the second he stops.

He gives me a questioning stare. I stand in front of him, hold out my hands, and he grabs them. I help him out of his seat, and without any words being spoken, I hug him.

Not just any ordinary hug, a really tight, warm, meaningful hug, to show how sorry I was about everything he's been through.

I didn't even wanna let him go. I hugged him for a solid five minutes. He rested his head on my shoulder, and I left my arms wrapped around his thin waist for what felt like an eternity.