Hot Mello (Book 1)

♥ Valentine ♥

I'd changed since Mello joined the mafia, or rather, took over. I'd become quite, especially around him. More like I actually went out of my way to avoid him. I didn't wonder if anyone noticed, I just knew I couldn't act normal or whatnot. I was never good around guys I liked, I automatically assumed they wouldn't like me back and think I was stupid if I tried to tell them how I felt. And I liked Mello a lot. It was ok I guess, I went through my work as normal, then went home to think of him alone. I may have cried once or twice, or maybe more. It was all pointless anyway.

We were working on the Kira case when the building exploded. I was rescued by police who brought me to a hospital and tried to question me as nurses checked me over. I escaped out the bathroom window, biggest cliche, but had to be done. I walked back to my apartment to rest. But I couldn't stop worrying. I hadn't seen Mello after the explosion and my heart was in bits. I needed to know if he was ok. Of course I had no way to contact him. I'd no information for anyone from the mafia. I had one possible lead, I knew where the SPK and Mello's biggest enemy were located. I dragged myself there and asked to see Near. I explained that I knew Mello and was let in.

Near sat on the floor, he worked while flying a toy plane around. I smiled a little as I sat on the floor before him. I may have seen a small flicker of surprise, then he nodded and asked what he could do for me. I got straight to the point.

"Have you seen or heard from Mello?"

"No."

"Ok. Do you have any way to contact him?"

"Yes, but he would never answer me. You can try though."

I handed him my phone and he dialed a number while twirling a piece of his hair.

"Number is disconnected," He said, handing the phone back.

"Do you know any other possible way? I need to see him. Please, if you know anything."

"Why do you need to see him so badly?"

"I just do," I looked away as a few tears fell. "I love him, ok."

"Oh, love..." He looked puzzled for a moment before smiling. "Then you must find him."

"Yes," I agreed, wiping my tears away.

"I suspect he is in contact with one of my members. I will call her in."

He spoke into a walkie talkie thing and a blonde woman joined us.

"Halle, this girl needs to find Mello. If you know where he is, please tell her."

She gave me the look-over that bitches give each other. I knew she wouldn't help even if she could.

"No I don't. Sorry."

Pfft I knew she wasn't sorry. She gave me a smug look as she left and I wanted to kick her.

"Did she just smirk at me?" I growled.

"Forget her. I just realised who will know his whereabouts. His best friend, Matt. We have not spoken in a long time but I have his information."

He dialed on my phone again, then handed it to me when the call went through.

"Um, Matt? This is a friend of Mello. I mean I worked with him and I need to speak to him."

He asked my name and I heard muffled muttering, then Mello's voice.

"Y/N? What is it?"

It was definitely him.

"I need to see you," I blurted out.

"Why?"

Near was mouthing something at me but I couldn't lip read.

"Uh..." Now that I was talking to him, I didn't know what to say. This is exactly why I'd always avoided him.

"Do you have some information?" He asked.

"Yes, that's it."

He sighed and told me to meet him at a cafe in twenty minutes. He ended the call and Near gave me a rather pervy smile.

"But I have no information!"

"Make something up," He shrugged. "I need to get back to work now. Good luck."

I thanked him and left. As I arrived at the cafe, I realised I looked like shit. I didn't see him at first, he was at a table right at the back, with his hood up. He lowered it when he saw me and I noticed his face was burned.

"What do you need to tell me?" He asked.

"I'm sorry, I found out on my way here that the information wasn't true."

It was the best excuse I could come up with. I didn't care if he got mad at me, at least I'd gotten to see him again.

"That's ok. Are you ok?" He looked right into my eyes and seemed genuinely concerned. But it was Mello, why would he care?

"Yeah I'm ok, are you?"

"Yeah," He muttered, touching his face. "We're both survivors." He grinned and my heart skipped a beat.

"I want to help you still," I blurted shit again but he nodded and we left without buying anything.

We walked to his flat and I spent the next few days and nights there as we worked on the case non-stop.

Late one night, I sat on the floor leaning against the couch while working. He lay on the couch and I thought he'd fallen asleep until he spoke quietly.

"Y/N, why are you doing this? I've never done anything for you and you know I can't even pay you. Why are you here?"

He wasn't speaking harshly, but seemed genuinely confused. I put my work down and took a deep breath. I couldn't make up some excuse and I didn't want to. I'd almost lost him once without telling him how I felt.

"I'm here because I'm basically in love with you, Mello. But that doesn't mean I'm just trying to get into your pants. I don't expect anything, you're way too good for me. I get to spend time with you, that's more than enough for me. If I can help you and that makes you happy, then I'll be happy."

He didn't reply and I went back to my work, afraid to look at him. I worked for a while until I started yawning and he got up from the couch.

"Hey you should get some sleep. Take the couch."

I moved onto the couch which had become my bed and pulled the blanket over me. I said goodnight and fell asleep. I slept until I felt him shake me while calling my name.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I want to kiss you," He replied. "Oh but you're so sleepy."

"Yeah, I was asleep. Kiss me quickly."

He kissed my lips and let me go back asleep. When I woke up in the morning, he was asleep on top of me, with his head on my chest. I didn't want to wake him, plus I liked him being there. I lay there looking at him, we'd never been so close.

He smiled when he woke up and saw where he was.

"Hey, happy Valentines Day," He said and kissed my lips again.

"Is it?" I asked, I hadn't kept track of the dates.

"Yep. You know, I thought you didn't even like me. You never talked to me."

"I was shy," I admitted.

He took my hand, "I'm shy too." I laughed, he was anything but. "Y/N, will you be my Valentine?"

"Yes, of course."

"You're the only one who was loyal to me. I'm glad it was you, I love you too."

Me: Yeeeeeeees!! 😁