Fireproof

Chapter 3

Delia's POV

I woke up with a massive head ache. It was more like a migraine. Man, it really hurt. What an unpleasant nap that was.

"Delia, I have to go back to my hotel room." Grant walks in to tell me.

"What, why? You can't go. You can stay here." I beg.

"That's sweet of you, but I really need to go. I have to get ready for tonight, and you do too. We have plans tonight."

"Hold up, hold up, hold up. What now? Why didn't I know about this?"

"Well, it's a surprise."

"And where are we going?"

"I just told you. It's a surprise."

"Oh. What should I wear? Casual or dressy?

"Wear your black dress that was in one of your last pictures on Instagram. You look great in it."

"Oh, alright. I'll wear it. What are you going to wear?"

"You'll find out later." He chuckles.

I can't believe him... Like, I don't even know where we're going, and he told me last minute... I can't really be angry towards him, though. He's Grant. I'm excited to go anywhere with him.

And I can't believe he creeps on my Instagram. It may be a little odd, but it's adorable. Grant... He creeps on me. On me! That's so exciting. And of course now I'm fangirling like crazy. He's just so perfect, I can't help it...

I jump in the shower and play my Twenty-One Pilots album. I'm one of those people who have to listen to music in the shower. I also sing in the shower. Oops. I don't care.

I step out the shower, and I'm not sure how to do my "hair." You know, the 1/2 inch that I barely have. I refuse to wear a wig. I have tried once before, and I literally had the worst experience of my life. It somehow made me look even more hideous. You can tell its a wig, and it doesn't look real. So why hide my baldness? It is what it is. I can't fix that right now. It'll take forever to grow back.

I slip on my little black dress. This dress is my life saver. It hugs my curves just right, and people pay attention to that instead of my head. Well, for a second.

I'm not one to put on a whole lot of make-up, so I just put on a little foundation with powder, some lip gloss and a thin line of eyeliner. I would put on fake eyelashes, but that's why they're called "fake" eyelashes. They look fake, and they are fake. I don't want to fake myself out. I don't want to be a barbie.

I get a text from Grant.

*Are you almost ready, babe? I'm picking you up at 8:00.*

Shit. It's almost 7:40.

*umm, yeah... Almost.* I reply.

I'm not almost ready... Oops? Who cares? I hope I'm ready by the time he gets here.

*Great. See you soon, D.*

D? What? Oh, it means Delia. Duh. But, he called me babe. *insert heart-eye emoji* I'm literally squealing and I can't stop.

The doorbell rings and I yell at my mom to answer the door. I stand at the top of the staircase with my black studded clutch in my hand, leaning on the rail.

I see him slowly take a step in, standing right in the doorway with 3 red roses in his hand. I love the birth mark he has on his hand, even though he hates it. He's so beautiful.

"Where's Delia?" He asks.

"I'm right here, Grant." I reply before my mother can.

He looks up, and he's just staring at me. He's not even moving. It's about ten seconds before I say something.

"Grant? Hello?"

"Oh, sorry. You look great, Delia."

"Thank you." I walk down the stairs with my hand sliding down the guard rail. It's pretty heard to walk in heals, if you ask me. How do models do it?

"Shall we go? There's a car waiting for us out there."

"Of course. Bye mother."

"I'll have her home by 11:30. Good night, Ms. Townley."

"Have fun, guys." My mom says while waving to us.

"Where are you taking me?"

"You'll see, Delia. Just wait. You'll love it... I hope."

"Oh. Great. Surprises..." I don't know what to think at this point. I don't have any idea of where he's taking me.

"You look absolutely stunning right now. I can't even describe how beautiful you look." Grant admits.

"Oh, why, thank you, Grant. That means a lot to me... But look at you. You look amazing.

"Me? No way. You're the stealer of the show."

"Stop it. I appreciate it, though."

"Anytime, babe."

About twenty minutes later we arrive to LP field. He took me to a football stadium?? There's not even a game on. I'm so confused.

"What do you think so far?" He sounds excited.

"Well, I'm confused... Why are we here?"

"Let's find out, babe." Seriously? Babe? He's killing me... And I'm enjoying it.

"Close your eyes. I'll guide you down to the field."

"Okay, please don't pull a prank on me." I beg of him. I can't take the anticipation any longer. I need to know right now.

"I won't. I promise." He leads me down the steps, and I can tell I'm walking on solid ground now. I can feel the grass.

"Okay. Open."

I open my eyes and I can't believe what's in front of me...