Allergic to Roses

Round Two

Dedicated to CatsMeow21 for the Harley/Axel ship name Harxel

It was a Saturday. A gloomy, rainy, Saturday, and I was home alone, on my couch, watching re-runs of Baby Daddy on ABC Family at seven at night while my friends were out having a good time. I had taken a map and a camera at noon and traveled around London, seeing the various things that I had actually wanted to see like the London Eye, and not just the stupid celebrity bar.

A loud knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts, the sound of knuckles on wood echoing through the vacant apartment.

I stared at the door for a few seconds, wondering if whoever it was was going to leave anytime soon so I wouldn't have to leave the comfort of the couch.

But, another knock followed shortly after. I sighed, "I'm coming!"

I walked slowly to the door, in a beat up sweatshirt that reached my knees and only underwear on underneath. I swung the door open and groaned when I saw Axel, in all his infamous glory.

"Thanks for dressing up for me," he said, taking note of my outfit and messy hair.

I rolled my eyes and swung the door shut, hoping to hear the satisfying click, but was agitated when Axel put his foot in between the door and the frame to stop it from shutting all the way.

"Are you shitting me, why the hell are you here?" I asked him angrily.

"Well, I could ask you the same question," he told me.

"Sorry I didn't want to go London clubbing," I said sarcastically.

He shrugged, "I have nothing against a good party, but I'm taking you out instead."

Did I hear him right? "Uh. No way, thanks for the offer, but this is me respectfully declining."

He smirked a little, "Actually. You don't have a choice. You either get dressed and come with me willingly, or we do this the hard way."

Was he serious? Coming to my apartment at seven at night, and expecting me to just drop everything and go with him?

"That's kidnapping," I told him plainly.

"I'm Axel Rose," he replied.

"Oh yeah, and that makes you so fucking able to do whatever the hell you want," I said annoyed.

He sighed and rubbed his hand over his forehead, massaging it gently, "I'm sorry." My mouth opened and shut abruptly, cutting off whatever smart remark I had in store. Was he actually apologizing? "I'm sorry for being such a stuck up dick about everything, and I would like to know if you want to go out with me, on a date."

There was no infuriating smirk, no trace of sarcasm in his voice, no twinkle of a lie anywhere in his eye. It was actually genuine. "Uh, w-woah, I-I, really?"

He nodded, and I sighed deeply. "I won't take no for an answer," he said seriously, his piercing gaze making me nervous.

"One date," I said, holding up my index finger at him to emphasize the 'one'. "Let me go get ready."

I opened the door wider and didn't bother to wait and see if Axel actually came inside or not, my only conformation the loud banging of the door swinging shut moments after I got to my room.

I grabbed a red skater dress and some black combat boots, swapping out my sweatshirt, and put on the semi-fancy dress. I added light natural makeup to my face and brushed through my hair a little before popping some earrings in and heading out of the room and to where Axel was seated on the couch.