Dear Angel - Chapter 1

A/N: Hey Guys! I'm feeling a little down today, so I decided to write a little love fic for my favorite couple. Hope you like this little story. It's only gonna be a few chapters long. Let me know what you think!- Roxy

(Will's POV)

Dear Angel,

And, yes. I called you angel, cause that's what you truly are, an angel. I've watched over you everyday since the first day I saw you walking into the building. I'm pretty sure that you haven't noticed me, but I sure as hell have noticed you. I'm sorry if this sounds a little creepy, because the last thing I want is to scare you away. For some crazy reason, I just can't stop thinking about you and those gorgeous blue eyes. I've never seen such beautiful eyes in my whole entire life and they literally took my breath away and that's something that doesn't happen very often.

Trust me on this one...

I've tried so many times to walk up to you and to ask you out on a date, cause I would love nothing more than to treat my angel right and take him out for a night on the town filled with so much love and romance just like you deserve my angel. However, every time that I've tried approaching you, I somehow screw things up, either by making a fool of myself in front of everyone, of by losing my nerve half way there when I see your beautiful smile beaming towards me.

Unfortunately for now, this is all I can offer you, my angel. A love letter just for you.

I hope that when you read this, you don't think that I'm crazy for writing this. Because you have no idea how hard it was for me to pick up a pen and write these words to you.

I leave you today with a quote from anonymous.

"If I ever saw an angel, it was in your eyes."

Anonymous

"Hey, Horton? You ready to leave?", Chad asked as he walked into my office and took a seat at my desk.

"Yeah, Just give me a second", I added as I pushed the letter inside my notebook before picking up the last of my things and packing them up securely into my brief case before leaving the office for the day.

"So, Friday?", he added, "You going to the office party?"

I'm surprised that Chad even asked that question, cause he knows how much I loath office parties, but for some reason, I guess he feels the need to keep asking me over and over hoping that I might finally change my mind someday. Like that's really going to happen.

But as much as I hate office parties, there is something else I hate even more. Or should I maybe say, someone?

I got up from my chair and headed towards the door, "Look, you know how I feel about...", I started saying as I opened the door to step out of the office. However, I wasn't able to finish my sentence when someone bumped into me, causing my briefcase to fall open, sending my documents flying across the hallway.

"Hey! Why don't you watch where your going?", I snapped.

"I'm sorry. I didn't see you coming", I head a voice whisper softly, "Here, let me help you with that", he offered and started picking up the scattered papers.

"You!", I said loudly as I pulled the rippled papers out of his hand, "I'll pick them up myself, thank you", I hissed and he pulled away.

"Look man, I'm truly sorry. I just wanted to help you pick them up", he explained.

"It's fine. You've done enough damage for one day. I'll take over from here. Bye!", I fumed.

"Bye. I'll see you around", he said softly and walked away.

"Don't count on it!", I mumbled as I roughly placed the papers back into my brief case and got up off the ground.

Chad smiled and chuckled slightly.

"Oh! So you think this is funny?", I asked. Clearly I wasn't amused by Chad childish behavior.

"It is funny. You didn't see the look on your face when you saw who it was did you?", Chad teased.

"I would rather not, look at his face", I made clear as I loosened up my tie.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Well, it depends on the question your asking."

"Why do you hate him so much?", Chad asked and waited for my answer.

"Do I really have to answer that?", I retaliated.

"Look, I know how much you wanted that promotion, but you don't have to hate the guy for being highly qualified for the position", Chad explained.

"I get what you're saying, but I've worked here busting my ass off for three years, and here he comes walking in, Mr. with the perfect hair and the perfect smile, and gets the job without even trying."

"Mr. With the perfect hair? Perfect smile?", Chad giggled, "Seems to me that someone has it bad for Mr. Kiriakis?"

Alright, just to be fair, as much as I hated to admit it, Sonny Kiriakis was probably the hottest guy here in the 3rd floor. Scratch that, the whole building. However, that doesn't mean I have a thing for him just be cause I think his hair is nice and his smile is sexy. What the hell am I thinking?

So, I lied, "I do not and I repeat, do not have it bad for Mr. Kiriakis. I hate him!", I angrily made clear and walked out the front door of the building with Chad smirking right behind me.

"Okay, if you say so. So, Friday. You coming?"

"No!"

After Chad dropped me off at my apartment, I went inside and took a nice long shower and popped a frozen dinner in the microwave. Once I got out of the shower, I pulled on a pair of sweat pants and t-shirt and went into the kitchen to have dinner and to get some work done.

When I opened my brief case, I remembered the letter that was stashed away inside my note-book. I pulled it out and read it over a few times before placing it back on the counter next to me. I smiled at the words anonymous used. He called me his angel and no one has ever called me that before.

I shook my head knowing how stupid this was to even think about answering this letter and how I would be able to get this letter to its rightful owner, not knowing who anonymous was in the least.

Against my better judgement, I pulled out a blank piece of paper and started writing back, hoping that it would reach

Dear Anonymous, I'm truly captivated by your words. Angel? No one has ever called me that before. It's kind weird that someone thinks so highly of me when clearly, I am nothing close to an angel. You will see that when you clearly get to know me.

I can't help but wonder why you're so fascinated with my eyes. They are only the eyes of a lonely, boring man who's got nothing better to do that sit at home wondering when things will get better. You see, I am nothing as you describe me out to be. I am no angel.

I am very flattered that you would want to treat me to a romantic night out, but I can help but ask why? Why do you think that I'm worthy of your kindness? I'll be honest with you and tell you that I blushed when I read that the first time. I'm still blushing furiously as I write you this letter.

No one as ever made me feel so special before, trust me...

I wish I knew who you were, so I could hand deliver you this letter to you personally. However, I understand how hard it can be to put yourself out there and the revel your true identity. Who knows, maybe someday you will be able to walk up to me and make yourself known and ask me out properly.

For now, All I can offer you in return is this letter, just like you have done for me.

Before I go, I just wanna say thank you. Thank you for making me feel like I'm special to someone. It made day so much better than I could have ever hoped for.

I will end this letter as you did mine. With a quote by anonymous.

"I hate that no matter how hard I try, I know I'll never cry about not having you, only about how beautiful you've made me feel."

Your Angel , William R. Horton.

P.S. I'm still blushing :)