Behind The Cameras (Datalie fanfiction)

Chapter Twelve

Natalie's P.O.V

I ate, bought shoes, bought shirts, and I even bought a few jewelry pieces. People aren't wrong when they say that spending money is therapeutic.

I was currently flipping through the dresses in a random store. I picked out a few dresses that I wanted to try and then I headed over to the dressing room to put them on.

I tried on the first dress, but it looked awful really so I took it off quickly. I then tried two others, and they weren't as bad as the first one but I wasn't really feeling any of them.

I took the last dress off and put my original outfit on, deciding not to buy any of the dresses. I walked out of the dressing room and I stood outside of it, opening my phone's front camera and fixing my hair.

"It looks perfect," A voice startled me. I knew that voice way too well which caused me to mentally panic. My eyes trembled as I tried so hard not to move them from the screen of my phone, but my curiosity to look at him was more powerful than my will to ignore him.

"What are you doing here?" I managed to say, my voice softly cracking in the process.

David gave me a slight smile as he stood in front of me, with a neon blue dress in his hand. The dress looked gorgeous... It was probably for Liza. I felt my heart sink at the thought of her in a dress that David has chosen and my anxiety rose as Dave stepped closer to me.

"I, uh, had something important to do," He spoke nervously. Then it hit me, he was probably here to tell his parents about the news of him and Liza getting back together.

I felt my soul burn with pure sadness, remembering all about the things I was trying to forget.

"Oh."

"Will you do me a favor?" he softly asked, and I shot him a confused glance, "Try this on?" He said, pushing the blue dress towards me.

The last thing I wanted was to try on a dress that he was going to buy for Liza, but for some reason I just couldn't say no.

If I'm being 100% honest, I've missed Dave more than words can ever explain. And as much as it still hurt, I wanted to see him just for a bit longer. So i nodded my head and went back into the dressing room to try the dress on.

I tried it on and let me tell you something, it looked perfect. If I had found that dress before David, I would've definitely bought it. But I guess it wasn't in my destiny to have it.

After a whole ass debate on wether I should get out of the dressing room or not, I let my confident side get the best of me and I marched right out.

David looked up from his phone and his eyes actually widened. I felt a blush creeping up to my cheeks at his reaction, but I tried my best to push it away.

"Woah, Nat, you look," He started, "Woah."

There was no point in pushing the blush away because I was 100% sure that it was more than evidently visible at the moment.

I looked down and murmured a quick thank you, before rushing to the dressing room to take it off. I could feel my heart beat in my ears, it was beating so loud and so fast.

Why the fuck did that asshole have the ability to make me feel such things?

David's P.O.V

Natalie walked out of the dressing room and handed me the dress. I was so tempted to tell her to keep it since it was technically hers but I didn't. After all, I wasn't going to talk to her about everything in a fucking store.

"How are you?" I asked her. She was evidently trying to avoid me, which really put my mood down.

"I'm good," She replied, "And you?" She continued.

"Awful without you."

She laid all her focus on me, looking almost surprised at what I said.

"How's Liza?" She asked, ignoring my reply but not moving her eyes away from mine.

"Good? I guess?" I was unsure really because I haven't talked to Liza since the day I confessed my feelings towards Nat.

"Good," Natalie mumbled before rushing past me.

I was caught by surprise but I walked behind her, "Wait, where are you going?"

"Leave me alone, David."

And by that, she was out of the store and out of sight.

I mentally screamed so fucking loud. Why was this so hard? How the fuck was I supposed to talk to her if she keeps avoiding me?

I sighed softly, and went back inside looking for Jason. I then found him in the kids section of the store.

"Do you think this would fit my girl?" He asked, holding up a pink dress. He was talking about his daughter and so I just nodded.

"What's up?" He asked again, noticing the sad expression I had on.

"I ran into Nat," I told him, sitting down on a nearby chair.

"And how did it go?"

"Guess," I replied with a dry laugh.

He softly smiled, putting the dress down, "Everything will be just fine, we just need to wait."

I hoped so.