When Life was Just a Game (Ben Hardy x oc)

Eight

*Delilah's P.O.V.*

I woke up in the middle of the night to someone next to me tossing and turning. I sat up and looked to my right to see Ben. Just then, I remembered what had happened last night, which gave me the answer to why he was here. I put a hand on his shoulder and lightly shook him.

"Ben." I whispered

His eyes slowly opened. His eyes scanned the room before finally landing on me.

"Delilah. Are you alright?" He asked in a husky voice

"I'm fine, but the more important question is are you? You kept tossing and turning in your sleep." I explained

"Oh, yeah sorry about that. Could we talk now? I know it's early, but I can't wait any longer. Something is on your mind and you'll feel better if you tell me." He reassured

I felt a lump form in my throat. I had to tell him the truth. It wasn't going to be easy.

"Well, last night when you and the boys were busy talking, Lucy and I went out." I said

"Yes I know." He said

"Well... well here goes nothing! We went to the tattoo shop around the corner." I explained

"You got a tattoo? That's awesome. What is it?"

"Yes I did get one actually. But you see, that's the problem. I'm afraid to show you."

"Why on Earth would I hate your tattoo?" He asked

I was in my outfit from last night, which consisted of a nice shirt, and a black skirt. I got up out of bed, going over to the other side so I was standing in front of Ben.

"Promise me one thing." I said

He sat up.

"Of course." Ben said

"Don't freak out, and if you hate it, I'll get it removed." I said

"Delilah, you don't have to get t removed if I hate it, but I promise I won't freak out." He said

I walked over by the door and turned the bedroom light on. I walked back over to Ben.

I took a deep breath before lifting the side of my skirt, just enough for him to see it.

He scanned over it with his eyes for a few seconds before looking up at me. I was already looking at him.

"What does it mean?" He asked

"Until the end." I said

"And that's-?" He stopped

"Your birthdate." I finished

"Can I touch it?" Was all he asked

I nodded.

He took his fingers and brushed them across the words permanently etched into my hip.

"It's beautiful. I love it." He mumbled

"What was that Ben?" I asked nervously

"I love it. It's absolutely perfect!" He exclaimed

We made eye contact.

"You really mean that?" I asked

"I promise." He said

"Thanks Ben. So you're not mad?"

"Not at all. I love you." He said

I looked away.

"I love you too, I'm going back to bed." I said

He just lightly laughed. I walked over by the door again, and turned the light off. I went back under the covers. I was facing Ben's back. He was on his phone. He groaned.