…When I fall to my feet, wearing my heart on my sleeve. All I see just don't make sense. You are the port of my call, you shot and leaving me raw…

Carlos.
Carlos Pena.

That one kiss.
Three years ago.

To him it may have been a one-night stand with a nobody he didn't know anyway. But to you it was way more than that. You knew who he was that night and you never regretted the decision of playing along with his game. But the next morning in that hotel room, room 943, he was gone. He left a note, which you still had your possession, saying how he made a mistake and couldn't do it.

And today, you would see him again. After all those years you would get to see the guy you fell in love with again. Just nervous was a mild way of expressing how you were feeling. You were anxious and wondered if he would recognize you.

Three hours later it's there, the moment you've been dreading all day. Two more people and then you'll face him. But who are you even kidding, you were nothing more than a quick and simple fuck to him.

As you walk up to him you see him looking at you and his expression changes. It's unreadable, but he quickly covers whatever feelings he had up when you arrived at the table.

"Hey, what's your name?" Kendall asks you.
"Natasja." You look at Carlos and see him look away with glassy eyes.
"Ooooh." James and Logan say simultaneously. Giving meaningful looks at Carlos.
"Ranel, let's take a quick break." Kendall says as he stands up. Whispering a soft "You can trust her." to him.

After they've all left the room Carlos looks at you.
"Look, I get that I was just a quick fuck to you that one night, I'll get over it." You tell him as you start to feel uncomfortable. Why did you even go here, you knew things wouldn't develop the way you wanted them to.
"But I won't." He softly whispers.
"Excuse me?"
"I wouldn't get over it. It wasn't just 'a quick fuck' to me, I actually fell for you that night. It scared me, that's why I left before you woke up."
"But why- uh, what?"
"It's hard having a relation in my position. All the hate, it may seem easy but it really isn't. I wanted to protect you from that."
By now you were just utterly flabbergasted, was he really saying what you thought he was? Apparently he was because he was waiting for an answer or any acknowledgement from you whatsoever.

"I never got over it, I knew who you were that night. It was more to me, I really fell for you, hard. I woke up in the middle of that night and thought things over. I knew it would be hard, but I was willing to risk it." You answer him.

By now he had left his chair and was standing in front of you.
"Are you still willing to risk it, because I know I am. You never really left my thoughts over the past three years."

"Dude, why are we still talking?"
With that he leans in and captures your lips with him. Knowing he would spend the coming three years making up for the time he wasted.

…When I fall to my feet, wearing my heart on my sleeve. All I see just don't make sense. You are the port of my call, you shot and leaving me raw. Now I know you're amazing. 'Cause all I need, is the love you breathe. Put your lips on me and I can live Underwater.