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ilovetaylorswift13: He was scared because he was drunk and over thinking everything. That's why he was scared. Silly Eli. :)

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3. Buy her flowers. Buy her chocolate. Buy her a teddy bear, because that's what every romantic comedy has taught you. Take her out to a nice restaurant where neither of you feel comfortable and spend the whole night clearing your throat and tugging at your tie. Feel like your actions are more suited to a proposal than the simple confession of something you've always known.

Clare Edwards had had a long day. She was late for work, her boss was being a douche and her coworkers seemed to be bitchier than usual. She was exhausted; the only thing she could think of as she opened the door to her apartment building was the bath she would be having tonight before bed.

As she began to walk up the stairs she narrowed her eyes at the bouquet of flowers sitting on the top stair. She knelt down to pick them up, wanting to know who they belonged to. If she knew the person she would be happy to deliver them. But when her eyes caught sight of her name on the card, she widened her eyes.

Clare,

Keep walking.

She held the flowers in her hands and did as the card told her, making her way to her apartment. She stopped when her eyes caught something else on the ground. Kneeling down and taking a better look she realized what it was. A box of chocolates. And there was a card.

Look up.

Raising her eyes she looked down the hallway, all the way to the door of her apartment to see none other than Eli Goldsworthy standing there with something in his hands. She grabbed the box of chocolates and made her way towards him, her steps slow and easy.

As she stepped in front of him he looked up. She couldn't help but smile at him, even though she was confused. Never in her life had she imagined Eli Goldsworthy would do anything remotely close to this. He held up the item in his hands and Clare looked at it, laughing softly. He held a teddy bear with its hands locked together, holding a card that read Date Night?

She smiled, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Can you answer mine?"

Ignoring him, she asked, "Why are you so cute?"

He smirked, "I've learned a thing or two from all those romantic comedies you forced me to watch with you."

"So what you're saying is that if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have thought of this?"

Eli bent his knees, "Ugh, you're so difficult. See, this is why I don't do these kinds of things."

He was teasing and she knew this, making her laugh softly.

"Maybe that's why I'm so difficult," she smirked. Eli rolled his eyes and shoved the teddy bear in her face before making his way down the hall. She turned to look at him, her arms overflowing with the items he had bought her. "Where are you going? I didn't answer yet!"

"Pick you up at eight!" he hollers back, already halfway down the hallway.

He smirks when he hears her laugh and walks down the stairs to exit the building. Clare turns and opens the door to her apartment with much difficulty, placing the items on her table. She's grinning like a fool as she thinks of how sweet Eli is. She wonders what he has up his sleeve but lets the thought go, knowing it would be much better if he were to surprise her.

"Whoa," Eli breathes softly when he lays his eyes upon Clare. She's wearing a slim black dress that hugs her curves perfectly, and Eli's palms are all of a sudden beginning to sweat. Her eyes are bright and looking at him with such adoration he doesn't know what to do. He hasn't taken her on a date in a long time and he forgot the effect it has on him every time.

"You're wearing a tie," she notices and tugs at it slightly. She's smiling beautifully and Eli clears his throat.

"Is that bad?" he asks.

"No," she smiles. "It can be very useful."

He doesn't have much time to think about what she means because she's already pulled him close to her by the tie, showing him exactly what she was referring to.

He swallows.

"You're making me nervous," he blurts breathlessly.

She frowns softly, "I'm sorry."

Eli chuckles softly, "Don't be. I just really want to kiss you." She smiles and leans up to kiss him but he moves to kiss her cheek. His lips find her ear, "After the date."

He ignores her playful glare and closes her door, making sure it's locked. Grabbing her hand he pulls her down the hallway and out of the building to Morty.

Entering the restaurant Clare looks around in amazement. In the whole year they have been together Eli has not once brought her to such a fancy place. Mostly because she had told him that she thinks wasting such a large amount of money on a meal is stupid. But for some reason he had decided to take her to one of the most expensive restaurants in town. She wasn't going to complain, but she felt a little out of place.

A waiter brought them to their table and they both sat down across from each other, thanking him. He took their beverage order and left them to decide what they wanted for their appetizers and main course.

"Well this is new," Clare spoke up, watching Eli carefully.

He cleared his throat, "Uh, yeah."

She watches as he rubs his hands subtly on his pants legs. He's fidgeting in his seat and can't seem to look her in the eyes. Is he nervous? What on earth could he be nervous about?

The waiter comes back with their drinks and gives them more time to decide what they would like to eat.

"Are you okay?" She asks as she leans closer to him. She's worried about him.

"What? Yeah, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" he smiles at her and she lets it go. He obviously does not want to share what is on his mind and she respects that.

She reaches for her glass of water and takes a sip. The waiter comes back and they order, deciding to just start with their mains and skip the appetizers. Clare chose something she would enjoy and is still fairly cheap, not completely okay with the fact that he had chosen to take her here for their date.

Few words were spoken, and when their food had arrived neither of them spoke. Clare felt very awkward and Eli didn't know what the hell he was doing. He knows she hates places like this and yet he still decided that this was the place to have their date. Smooth move, Eli.

Clare ate her food quietly, unsure of what she could possibly say to start up a conversation. She felt out of place and very uncomfortable; not because of him but because of the situation they were in. Looking up at him, Clare realized that she felt as if Eli was acting the way a man would if he were going to propose. He cleared his throat every five minutes and tugged at his tie constantly. He was acting very weird.

By the time they were done and were making their way outside of the restaurant, Eli turned to her and sighed.

"You didn't like it, did you?"

Clare turned to look at him, quick to argue, "No Eli, it was great."

"Clare," Eli gave her a look and chuckled, "that was the worst date ever."

She smiled, "It was pretty bad."

He laughed and nodded his head, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Don't get me wrong, the food was great and the company was amazing, but-"

"-But you hated it."

"But it just wasn't what I had in mind," she says as she steps forward to wrap her arms around his neck. They're still standing in front of the entrance to the restaurant, but neither makes an effort to move. "I just wanted to spend time with you, Eli."

He stares at her for a minute, his mind swirling with ideas before he smiles and nods, "Okay. Let's go spend time together."

"Eli," Clare hisses. "Get down from there!"

Eli stops walking and looks down at her, his hands stuffed in his pockets. She raises her eyebrows at him and he only tilts his head to the side. He smirks at her and turns to continue his walk, ignoring her protests.

Eli is currently walking along a brick wall that is wrapped along the side of the park, about four and a half feet in height. Clare is watching him with narrowed eyes, though she's very worried for his safety. If he falls it sure won't be a pretty sight.

"Clare, stop worrying. It's perfectly safe up here," Eli states. He puts his arms out like a plane and continues his walk, speeding up in the slightest. Clare follows and increases her speed as well, until they reach the end.

Just as Eli reaches the end of the brick wall he stumbles forward slightly and has no choice but to jump down, nearly losing his footing. Clare is quick to be by his side, holding him up.

When she's sure he's safe from harm's way she takes her fist and punches his arm.

"Idiot," she mutters before turning to go back to the car.

Eli is quick to follow her, stepping in front of her and stopping her from going anywhere. He places his hands on her arms and looks at her with pleading eyes.

"Clare, just give it a chance," Eli says softly. "Please? I promise I'll be by your side and I'll catch you if you fall."

"No, Eli, I am not going u-"

Eli cut her off with a kiss, his lips pressing firmly against hers. She surrendered right away and kissed him back, her fingers clutching the collar of his jacket. When Clare realized what he was doing she pulled away, ready to tell him that she would not being doing such a thing and he muttered the words, "Shut up," before kissing her again. Clare couldn't fight him anymore; his lips were too hypnotizing.

Pulling away slowly, Eli whispered, "Please?"

She groaned and stomped her foot and Eli grinned because she had cracked.

He helped her climb up onto the brick wall, making sure he held her hand as she stood on it. She was shaking slightly and he had to reassure her that he was right there and wouldn't let her get hurt. She trusted him, so she loosened up a bit and walked more freely and less cautiously across the top of the wall. She grinned to herself when she realized she was almost at the end and looked at Eli. He returned her smile.

Just as she turned to look back ahead to watch where she was going she had lost her footing, screaming and wailing as she tumbled to the ground. Lucky for her, Eli had caught her before she could hit the ground. The young girl clutched onto him as if her life depended on it, and in her eyes it did.

"You caught me," she breathed as she looked up at him.

And when Eli's eyes caught hers he nearly dropped her. She was so beautiful and breathtaking and everything he could ever ask for. How had he gotten so lucky to have her in his life? What had he done to deserve her? He had no idea but he was glad that he did have her. He was so grateful to call her his. He thanked the god he didn't believe in that he could see her, kiss her, and hold her anytime that he wishes.

Eli sets her down and wraps his arms around her waist, slowly backing them up until she is pressed between the wall and him. The air is chilly and she feels sudden warmth invade her cheeks as she looks into his eyes. His breathing is soft and her hands find their way to rest inside his jacket pockets, earning a soft smile from the boy because she could've used her own yet chose his.

"I have a confession," he says.

"Yes?" she asks innocently. She blinks and waits for him to speak.

He laughs softly, "I love you."

She smiles and leans up to kiss his lips softly. When she pulls back in the slightest she tilts her head to the side.

"Is that why you were so nervous at the start of this evening?"

He nods. "I told you, you make me nervous."

He wasn't lying. She makes him extremely nervous. How is that even possible? How can one person make you nervous? They're just a human being.

A human being with the ability to make you quiver with nerves.

And Clare Edwards is that human being. The one person who can make Eli Goldsworthy nervous as hell.

"And you make me happy," she says while moving her hands behind his neck.

He smiles, "Good."

"Now, I have a confession of my own," she drags on. He raises an eyebrow. "I absolutely love it when you call me love."

He chuckles softly, his hot breath visible in the cold air. "Well, that's rather cute."

They turn to begin walking again, his arm around her shoulders and hers around his waist. She's humming softly and he listens, loving the sound. Their cheeks are pink from the chilly air but neither one of them cares, too wrapped up in the warmth the other is giving them.

"When will you say it again?" Clare asks, because it had been a week and a half since the last time he had said those three words and she has begun to hate waiting for them.

Eli smirks and pulls her closer to him, his lips hovering over her ear, "Patience is a virtue… love."

Fun fact: the whole "I love it when you call me love" thing actually happened to me. And the guy's response was exactly like Eli's. I saw the chance so I took it, haha. I thought it was cute at the time and I still do.