will you be mine? ~ Noah beck

１４~ ｗａｖｅｓ

Noah opens the car door for me. I take his hand and step out of the car, observing our surroundings. He leads into the fancy restaurant. Still holding hands, we walk into the elevator in the lounge. Noah presses the highest number that was printed on the elevator buttons. A few moments later, the door opens to the rooftop restaurants.

It was super cute. They're where fairy lights hanging all around and lemon trees in every corner.

"Hello, I have a reservation under Noah beck," he says politely to the waitress. She looks at her screen and nods.

"This way, please."

Noah follows the waitress to the table. He holds me by the hand, leading me the way. I take a seat when he pulls out my chair. The waitress gives us our menus, and we order drinks straight away.

"This is so nice" I gaze around.

"Well, I have been waiting to take someone special here for a while now."

"Aww Noah." I smile at him.

We look at the menus for a while, deciding what we want to order.

"Are you ready to order?" the waitress askes. She's holding her pen and note pad ready to write down whatever we plead.

Noah looks over at me and allows me to order first.
"Can I have the sirloin steak with a side of salad please."

She jots down the order before smiling at turning over to look at Noah.

"Can I please have the same as her but a side of chips instead please."

The waitress nods before walking off.

"So hows your modelling going?" he askes. We never really talked about our jobs. We knew everything else about each other, like our families and stuff. Never really talked about our job situation.

"So my Hollister partnership is getting released soon. All I have to do is finish modelling some of my pieces, and then I have done my job. I honestly can't wait for people to see the final results. After the final shoot, I have two weeks spear before I begin modelling the autumn Louis Vuitton collection." I say like its no big deal.

I take a sip of my cocktail, l that was a vibrant red colour. Noahs face drops when I mention the last part.

"No way that's amazing. How did you just say it so calmly?"

"To be honest I don't know, I screaming inside and can't wait."

"Yeah, I'm proud of you."

"Thanks, so hows TikTok going."

"Well I still have millions of thirteen-year-old girls who are falling for me, but other than them completely stalking me and finding every photo and video that has been taken of me, it going good."

Our food arrives, and we enjoy our meal. We carry on getting to know each other better and have a lovely time. The waitress comes back after we have finished and placed the bill on the table. I begin taking my card out my bag.

"Umm... what do you think you are doing" Noah questions me.

"Paying for dinner" I answer in a 'duh' tone.

"No, I took you out for dinner, so I'm paying."

"I insist."

"No" he answers sharply placing two, one-hundred-dollar bills on the silver dish.

"Can we at least split the bill then."

He looks at me dead in the eye, and a serious look washes over his face "no."

"Thank you" I pout.

We walked out of the restaurant and were surrounded by fans and paparazzi

"So the fans wanna know if you two dating"
"How was dinner"
"Theirs have been a lot of rumours about you two lately"
"When you Hollister collaboration getting released Gabriela?"

We ignore most of the paparazzi questions and take a few pictures with the fans. After I took a few pictures, Noah softly pulled me away and opened the car door. He made sure I got in safely before making his way around to the driver's seat.

We were now back in the car on our way home. Noah's hand was on my thigh whilst he was driving.

"I think you missed the turn," I say, pointing out the window.

Instead of turning right after the traffic lights, he drives forward. We had now missed the only road that leads us back to our gated neighbourhood. I look confusedly at him. He had two chances to turn around, but instead, he kept driving forward and taking left turns, leading us further from home.

"Noah?"

He keeps his eyes on the road and ignores me. I begin to panic, and a few seconds later, I speak up again.

"Noah. were are you taking me? Are you kidnapping me or something?"

"Relax, just trust me okay?"

He rubs my thigh with his thumb, trying to calm me down. After a while, it works.

After almost half an hour of being stuck in the car with him, we arrive. He opens the door for me after we parked up and leads me to the back of the vehicle. I look out and notice that we were at the beach. What were we doing at the beach?. He opens the boot of his car to reveal lots of blankets and pillows.

"I know how much you liked going to the beach back in England and listening to waves," he says proudly.

I throw my arms around him and bury my head in his chest. "How do you know this?" i mumble.

"I have my ways" he chuckles, hugging me back tightly.

We lay their for hours talking about random thinks—their where moments of silence where we would focus on the sound of the waves. We looked up at the stars through the sunroof.

My head was on Noah's chest, and our arms were wrapped around each other. A phone starts to buzz, interrupting our conversation. We sit up and dig around in the blankets to try and find the phone. It was my phone that was rining. I flip it over to see that it was Addison.

"Hey," I say, half-asleep.

"Omg, are you okay?" she sighs of relief.

"Yeah, why you asking?"

"Mabe because it's two in the morning and you only went for dinner, which normally lasts two hours."

"Oh, it's two? We went to the beach. We will be on our way back."

I end the call and both look at each other confused. The same question is running through both our minds. How is it two already?

We pack everything up and drive back home. It was a warm evening or night, should I say. We had all the windows down and music was playing in the background. We sang all the way back home, before having to turn down the loud music, entering our neighbourhood.

He pulls up in my driveway, running around the front of the car to open the door for me.

"You know I'm capable of opening the door myself?"

"I know" he chuckles and walks me to the front door.

"Thank you, I had a great time" I lean up and kiss him. Our lips are moving slowly in sync.

He was kind of left speechless. I unlock the front door and wave him off, as he reverses out of the driveway.