Conversations With The Moon (Bruno Mars One-Shots)

Marry You pt. 16

 "I could barely keep my eyes off of you that night at the function for your job." 

He glance over at you out of the corner of his eyes but he doesn't look at you. When your eyes meet his they quickly dart away. He takes off his fedora and runs a hand over his curls then clenches his jaw as he returns the hat to his head.

"I sound creepy as fuck I don't I?" he says under his breath. You smile a little. He's fairly confident in most situations but his charisma was usually responsible for that bravado. You learned when he really got nervous, he would drop his voice and swear often as he searched for words. 

"Just...just hear me out, alright?" He looks over at you, you nod and go over to sit at the patio table to your left. You pull the blanket in close again and give him your attention. He gets a bit closer to you and leans on the railing again on his forearms facing the ocean. He takes a deep breath.

"That night when our eyes met across that ballroom...ahh shit, this sounds---really fucking creepy now that I say out loud but, I couldn't help but stare. I just...couldn't believe that I was really seeing you. You looked great that night. I thought I could at least tell you that even if you didn't say a word to me. I knew it was a safe bet that you'd tell me to fuck off but I had to try; I made that my mission." 

Your mind immediately goes back to the the fist time he said that phrase to you: the night you met. Even though it's been over ten years, they still feel very much the same. You are just recalling the twinkle in his eyes that night when he turns and looks at you. He stands up and leans his back against the railing. 

"When I caught you out on the balcony at the bar, I honestly thought you would just walk away from me. The fact that you stayed and spoke to me made forget almost everything on my mind in that moment. All I knew then was, I wanted to talk to you for as long as you would let me. I had to know how you were doing." He looks down at his hands. "That comment I made about you looking good in dark greens, I wanna apologize for that. I sorted of blurted it out." You purse your lips and tilt your head a bit as you look at him trying to figure out what the look in his eyes could be. He notices you but doesn't turn his face. You shake your head and he looks back out at the ocean.

"When you told me that you were engaged, I'm not gonna lie...I instantly felt twenty pounds heavier. I mean, I knew and understood what you said but it was like my brain refused to process it." He rubs his hands together. "It's like I knew I didn't have a chance before but knowing that you were locked down I just, it did something to me." He sighs heavily and his face contracts a bit. He runs a hand over his face. "Just knowing that the next time I saw you---if I ever saw you again, you would be a married woman and then I really wouldn't have a chance." He glances over at you and takes a deep breath before looking away again. 

"I couldn't keep my own word though."

"You called my job," you say. He nods. 

"I'll say it right now, I'm sorry for that...its just after seeing you, I felt like it was my last chance to explain my actions from back then. I knew you probably, again, wouldn't want to talk to me but you had the right to know...even if you didn't want to see me."

"Do I even have to ask how you got my department's number?"

"My manager had it on file; on the paperwork from the function."

"Sneaky, a little underhanded but I respect it," you reply with a smirk. He chuckles and for the first time since the conversation has started his cheeks rise and and his smile peeks through the tension. You smile back and he seems to relax a bit. 

"Well, you know how it went. I remember you being pretty pissed that day but I don't regret making that talk happen."

"You said: you never meant for Us to end." His face turns sharply toward you. He nods.