What I Wish You Knew | ꪜ

Chapter Twenty Nine

To Parker,

29. I wish you knew how lucky I became.

Hayley's POV

Will you be my girlfriend? The words echoed in my ears on repeat, as if someone had recorded him, then replayed it to me repeatedly.

Words, words, words, words, at that moment I didn't even know the definition of 'words' because my speech had decided to pack a bag and take a road trip. I stammered, my lips parting in shock as I fished through my list of vocabulary.

I shifted on my feet once again, expecting to just back away from him a little bit but instead my knees buckled underneath me, sending me crashing onto the rose bed but not without taking Parker down with me as he fumbled to grab my hand to pull me upwards onto my feet.

But unfortunately for us, he wasn't fast enough and I had only grabbed onto his finger, but that was enough to send him flying onto the floor with me, dirt taking refuge on my face and clothes.

"Oh shit! I–I am so sorry, Parker!" I cried out as I forced myself to sit upright, marvelling at how no thorns had pricked me. But then when I turned to Parker–well let's just say I was the lucky one.

"Oh my god, are you okay!?" One of the roses was embedded into his arm, holding on with a vice grip as it drew blood from his flesh. I cupped my hands over my mouth, pushing back the urge to cry in embarrassment as I shuffled towards him.

"I feel like every time I'm around you I get hurt," he grunted as he pulled the thorn out from his skin. I winced and quickly covered my eyes with my hands as I let out a strangled cry.

"I'm so sorry, Parker. L–like I said, I'm accident prone and I'm taking you down with me." I whispered, not having the courage to lower my hands in fear that I'd be even more embarrassed.

But Parker being Parker, well obviously that wasn't good enough for him. I flinched as his warm hands encased mine, he tugged it away from my face gently and lowered it down onto my lap.

Then his hands trailed over my cheek and he brushed off the dirt particles. "I think I'm gonna call you klutzy." He exclaimed tauntingly and quickly I slapped his hands away, crying out dramatically once again.

"Shut up, Parker. That's not funny! God, I keep hurting you. First, it was the paintball range where I shot you in the–in your baby-making tools. Then it was skateboarding when I nearly gave you a concussion and now this, please bury me."

Suddenly, a rumble of laughter escaped his lips, encasing the room with amusement to the point where I felt my lips tugging upwards into a smile as I chuckled softly, trying hard to force myself not to laugh. "Come on, I know how you can repay me for all the pain you've caused me."

He stood upright and outstretched a hand towards me, his brows arched upwards. Hesitantly I slipped my hand into his and he tugged me upwards effortlessly like I weighed nothing more than a grain of rice.

"Dance with me."

"What?"

"Yeah dance with me. That's the only way you can make me feel better, if you don't, I'll just go downstairs and cry my eyes out because I'm hurt and bleeding." He pouted, his eyes flickering towards the blood seeping from his wound slowly.

Thankfully it wasn't much blood, it was more like if he were injected and it drew a bit of blood but I still felt guilty. "W–what are we even dancing to, Parker?" I asked in disbelief.

He fished his phone out of his pocket and began to scroll through it. Then a familiar song blared through the speakers: Dancing in the dark by Joji, probably one of my favourite songs.