Let Me Down; Dacre Montgomery

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My goodness- already at 4K!! I seriously shed a tear :') thank you guys so much!! My next milestone chapter goes to: insertcuteusernameaf thank you so much for voting and reading my story!!

Today's chapter is just a filler chapter, and may seem a little cliche but if you understand Isabella's character you'll get why she needs the constant validation.

Lowkey, though.... shit is about to hit the fan 🙃

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3:05pm

I couldn't help but stare at the digital clock on my bedside, the ambient tick drawing more suspense as time passed on. Lounging on my duvet, I tried my hardest to pay attention to The Bachelor re-run, something that had been stuck on the TV for day's now, out of Natalia's obsession.

Dacre had his first day of partner work with Jess today, and was supposedly meant to finish at 2:30, with a lingering promise of our second date. It was nearing forty minutes overtime, and although I wholeheartedly trusted him, I couldn't help but picture Jess' mischievous glint as she walked all over me.

I hadn't confided in Natalia, not wanting to seem immature over silly doubts- especially after our three-way Coffee Shop date. It didn't help that she had gotten called in for a meeting with her talent agent, an urgent matter of discussion which I was not privy to, meaning I was left alone, in my brand new apartment, with my antagonistic thoughts.

Bringing me out from the current running through my brain, the ominous ring of my phone startled me. I picked it up with almost no hesitation, letting the warmth of the phone radiate into my skin- automatically knowing the voice I would hear on the other end.

"Isabella."

I let out a breath, my brain subconsciously clouding over with relief. "Dacre" I replied, mimicking his seemingly gruff tone.

"How about a rain-check on that second date?" he responded lightly, almost rushed, as if he wasn't already late. Letting it go, I let a small smile trace my features as I sucked the breath of relief back in, not wanting to sound suspicious.

"That's fine. Our reservations were forty minutes ago anyway." I let it slip, without realising the sudden implication of my answer. Dacre's end of the line was silent, as i cursed under my breath.

"Jess was hungry. I didn't want to make her work with me, without the promise of food." He admitted, his tone hushed. I closed my eyes sighing once more- Dacre was a gentleman. Of course he would offer her food. And of course Jess just had to accept.

"It's fine, don't worry. Lov- um, ok! bye!"

What the fuck?

What?

The?

Why did I say that?

Not giving Dacre a chance to process my sudden words, I quickly hung up, and threw my phone frustratedly onto my covers, groaning. It was a force of habit, Dacre and I used to say it all the time but in a friendly way.

It was strikingly different this time. Both of us had admitted our feelings about the past- although I had no doubt that I loved him, I recalled our previous conversation in which he revealed his affection. He claimed he 'was' in love with me, not that he still is.

My phone began to chime once more, startling me in my sudden frustration. Peeking at the caller ID I was met with Dacre's name, this time declining the call outright- my heart racing against the cage of my chest.

Fuck. I wasn't ready for this talk. I wasn't ready to descend into chaos when everything seemed like it was smoothing out. How could he possibly say it back after a year?

My eyes drew back to the TV, a confession of love ironically playing out. The petite brunette ran into the arms of the muscular man- him having chosen her, she whispered sweet nothings in his ear- as if cameras weren't watching their every move. I used to expect a grand moment in which my Prince Charming would sweep me off my feet. Now, all I wanted was for Dacre to feel the same, whether that be revealed in a grand gesture, or on a post it note.

My phone chimed once again, interrupting the deafening silence. I turned it on, the light suddenly feeling cold, too cold for comfort.

Dacre 💭:
so... about that phone call.

I huffed, biting my lip in frustration. I had subtly hoped he hadn't realised, too caught up with Jess to notice. Tapping my thumbs against the keyboard, I decided to act nonchalantly- as if nothing had happened.

Shouldn't you be focusing on your project?

I anxiously kept my gaze on my phone screen, Dacre reading my text almost as soon as I had sent it.

Dacre 💭:
how can I focus when I want you next to me, not Jess.

I gulped, exasperated at his sudden response. The corner of my mouth tipped up, a rush of adrenaline coursing through me. Maybe he didn't think anything of what I had accidentally said.

My phone buzzed in my hands, an indication of another message.

Dacre 💭:
gotta go actually work now
love you ;)

My eyes widened at the latter part of his message, internally screaming. My mind had rid any insecurity of Jess working with Dacre.

Apparently I wasn't alone in this whole love endeavour, and that was all that really counted.  I had gotten my small, yet grand gesture- my heart leaping in my chest.