Crushing Grief (Ben Barlow)

The Date

Sofia's POV

I heard Ashley coming into the house at about midnight. I heard her quietly giggling.

"Well?" I asked.

"He's amazing," she replied back.

"Is he a keeper?" I asked.

"I don't know that quite yet," she said quietly.

"Good, take it slow," I said.

"Don't you have a date with Ben tomorrow in the morning?" she asked.

" Shit, yeah, I should probably go to bed," I said.

"Yeah, you look tired." she said.

"Night," I said while closing the door and getting into my bed.

//// Next Morning ////

I woke up a little after 9. I rolled out of bed and hopping into the shower. I quickly got out and started drying my hair with my towel, and starting picking out my outfit. Casual, I thought. I went with black leggings, a dark blue sweater, and black high tops.

I carefully did my makeup, making sure my winged eyeliner was absolutely perfect. It was already 10:30 and I got my purse and stuck a few things in it. I heard the door ring, I opened the door and saw Ben with his hands behind his back with a cheeky grin on his face.

"Good morning sir," I said poshly.

"Good morning madame," he replied.

He quickly pulls his hands from his back, and there was a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hands.

I gave him a kiss.

"Thank you," I whispered to him.

"Let me go put this in a vase with water so these don't wilt," I continued.

He followed me to my kitchen while i was filling up a vase with water.

He took one of the flowers out of the bouqet, and put it behind my ear.

Our eyes met, and he placed his lips onto mine, giving me a short deep kiss.

"Woah, get a room," I heard Ashley said sleepily.

"We should go," he said.

We made our way outside and got into his car.

"Thanks for picking me up," I said.

"No problem love," he said, and then he kissed my cheek.

I blushed, and I covered my face with the sleeves of my sweater.

"You look really cute when you blush, please don't hide it," he said, noticing my action.

The drive was really quiet, and awkward, thank god it was short.

We made our way into starbucks,

"One grande latte please," I said.

"Same for me," he said.

I quickly put twenty pounds on the counter but he snatched took it away and gave it back to me.

"Nope," he said childishly.

I quickly slipped the money into his pocket, and he gave me a look.

" C'mon, don't worry about it," he said.

"But i feel bad," I said.

"Don't worry love," he said and then kissed my forehead.

"You guys are cute," the cashier said.