A/N: Hey everyone! Long time no see! I hope everyone's doing good. So, let's cut to the chase. I've written something after a pretty very long time. There have been so many of my ideas which I've been penning down, storing them for writing later (which is not gonna happen). Anyway this is here. It's a short one shot. I'm sure my writing skills must have deterred and gone down but this was just an attempt for my own pleasure. :) I hope you enjoy.

If you're reading it, make sure you drop a review too. I'd be happy :)

~Falling for you so long

(ONE-SHOT)
(A.U)

It is Saturday evening in September.

It's pouring down like cats and dogs. It wasn't few minutes back.

Tyson's standing alone in an empty park of hotel. The lush green grass under his feet is drenched in rain. He's the same, his white shirt crippled through the linear drops splashing on the fabric over and over. His navy blue bangs are matted against his tan forehead.

He's gasping, chest heaving up and down, eyes widened... still staring in the direction from where his ex-girlfriend just broke up with him. Her words reverberate in his ears. He has loved her since a year.

Nora Anderson.

Her name feels so foreign on his lips now that she's gone. His heart is gutted, floating in ocean of guilt, embarrassment and scary maelstrom of feelings hitting him like waves of storm.

He feels stranded.

He feels he has been indignant.

Ungrateful and so heartless.

Here is he, in rain, spreading his arms openly and tilting his neck to face the grey blue sky, letting down the bitter tears travel from the angles of his eyes to meet their better counterpart, rain.

There is she...Hilary.

Hilary Kinomiya, his wife, his better half, at his home, waiting for him in her broken moments.

The white curtains of their bedroom look tealed as the clouds roar loudly. She's holding her phone, manicured fingers quaking, lips trembling in feelings of betrayal and deceit which has been confirmed. Words of Kai reverberate in her ears,

"I told you Hilary."

She blinks softly, looking down at her coral pink gown having beautiful floral patterns on it. She stands up and tethers towards the elliptical mirror of her dressing table. She looks at herself... looks at her face how she's about to cry, her nose shaking, throat aching to cry out.

"I told you Tyson is cheating on you."

A small sob escape her throat, eyes moistening... fists curling in feelings of failure, knuckles turning stark white.

Thunder claps softly, curtains stream wildly.

She stares at her pretty face in mirror. How beautiful she looked, so flawless, so gorgeous... eyes larger than lover's love, rubies prettier than Tyson's favorite wine, lips softer than his feathery touches. Silver loop earrings adorned her ears, diamond choker bedecked her neck.

Why Tyson couldn't love her?

What did she lack?

"I've been falling for you so long," her miserably tattered voice whispers to herself in indelible regrets.

She glances at her phone screen once again. Just to confirm that this truth really exists. She once again stares at the pictures Kai has sent her.

Pictures of Tyson kissing Nora passionately in the park hotel laid with green grass and white tables. Their hands crazily tangled in each other's hair.

She curls her lips in disgust and tosses her phone on the bed, thumping down on the dressing chair.

She feels tired. So tired. So done.

"I'm so fucking done with you. I don't want you..." her voice breaks terribly.

"How... how can you do all this to me. I wish I could hate you. I didn't want to be this girl loving you still so crazy when you don't...even a bit." She whispers to herself.

She is thinking deep, miles her second, flashbacks to present day life coming revving up in her mind.

Nostalgic...yet memories drive her tender and weak. Memories of him sitting with her in evening bus drives in their university life hits her... when he kept his bag beside her and she blushed... when he smiled at her when she attempted to help him during their internal test and as soon he wrote the answers, their professor snatched her paper and yet she just rolled her eyes and walked away...how she tried to peep at the self details form he was filling just to find out his date of birth, so that she could surprise him with a gift of the shirt she has been seeing since so many days on her way back to home hung in her favorite mall...when he looked down at her intently in the ground, handing her bunch of blown red and white balloons and his eyes admiring how beautiful she looked in that open hair he'd her seen for the first time and how their attires' colors complimented each other.

Memories hit her again when he made fun of her to his friends saying he was never interested in her and that she has been the one who have crush on him and is chasing him... She remembers the night of December she was told this and she felt her heart in a state like never ever before. She could remember how she couldn't sleep and was begging herself to stop thinking everything that has happened over and over. She felt the mornings so terribly heavy, as if a mountain was descended on it...how she began hating going to university because she couldn't stand seeing him and knowing each of those moments that they could never happen, that they couldn't be even friends, that he was never interested in her, that he was just tryna be cool and nothing.

She takes a deep breath, voice of fluid running in her nose calming her inadvertently.

Her eyes are sadder like never before. Long eye lashes bear droplets of tears clinking against each other.

But...
He has happened to her. Not as friends, but as husband.

She had thought that fate finally was good to her.

She trembles... scared of crying. Very scared to cry for him.

The door burst opens suddenly. She gasps a little of oxygen before veering her face towards the door to see him.

He's panting heavily, drenched from head to toe, pupils dilated as he stares at her depressed demeanor.

She looks at him in a fragile manner. She feels like she would die right there in his presence. His addictive and craved presence which has become so toxic right now for her.

She closes her eyes slowly, tears escaping in linear flow. Her chin quakes.

He feels the guilt recuperate back to his chest. It overwhelms. How could he do this to her... cheat her like this... how wrong he was... how stupid and selfish he was.

His eyes can't look away from her. He badly wants to say everything to her, admit that he was with another girl and that he WAS having an affair but now he's away from that phase and he realizes what he was missing...her.

Her fragile expressions, the way wanly she's looking at him and yet her endearing affection for him is overflowing along her tears... it gets to him. He feels his heart strangulated in guilt.

He walks to her with compassion. She whispers his name softly.

"Himmy... I..." he locks his lips close when she hugs him tightly with surrender and dependence, ramming her face against his chest as she erupts her muffled sobs. Tyson's arms instinctively snakes around her curvy waist and he bounds her possessively, swearing to never let her go, to give her every inch of happiness she demands and fulfill every wish of hers.

While he's thinking and caressing her back, she experiences so many emotions. She couldn't understand what exactly she's even feeling. She feels tired... desires of affection...wetness his shirt has got...possessiveness... fragrance his skin is emitting...indignant feeling... hate... anger... and a helplessly weak heart still wanting him.

Memories splash once again...how she had struggled through five years being in the same institute as him... watching him almost daily sometime, trying her best not to care, missioning to forget him, determining to focus on her studies...how hard she tried to distract herself when he was around her or close, how scared she used to get that she might fall for him again harder. She used to avoid him, avoid his presence or sometimes... would just feel like going to the laboratory he was working in to see what color of shirt he wore that day or to visit him bus in evening to see if his face was hurt after the football match he lost... how she would say a word of hi to him curtly when he would casually look at her...

How badly she struggled to be patient and let go him just because he showed disinclination towards her initially, to hide her burning embers of feelings for him which she yearned to express to him but held them down with stones on heart...she remembers it.

He softly lifts her chin to kiss her. Her mind ignites in anger and she suddenly pushes him away, stepping back haphazardly.

He balances and frowns at her in confusion, he quickly take a step ahead towards her, "What's wrong Hil-"

"Don't touch me!" She yells at his face and takes a step back.

He stays quiet, watching her hyperventilating and seething in fury and hurt.

Their room's door is locked, she acknowledges it. She can have a good fight with him now, her in-laws will not know. She doesn't have to worry.

He decides to break the short silence, out of unease, mostly from his side

"I was late because it was raining badly and... And yeah, the car's gear-"

"Why are you doing this to me!" She screams at him, frowning deeply, teeth clenched, eyes angulated in anger, throwing her arms out.

He blinks, scared for a moment. Does she know it all?

"W...what are you talking about Hils-"

"Don't call me Hils!" She seethes and storms towards him and glares at him darkly for a moment. Her face softens, she asks, "Why are you cheating me? Where were you? Why..."

He instinctively protests, "I'm not cheating you! What are you saying-"

She grabs her phone, hoists it up and slams in front of his face, "Is this also false? What is this?" She snarls; the clouds rumble breakingly.

His face blanches for a moment. He bites his lips tenaciously. He is caught.

"Hilary listen, I was going to tell you everything. I wanted to tell you it all I've ended it-"

"Since how long this have been going on Tyson? Since when?" Her voice is struggling to stay stable in the amount of hurt that's brimming up speedily.

He cuts to the chase, "We broke up today, it's all over-"

"I fucking don't care if it's over!" She yells at his face and he's rendered quiet.

She jabs her finger on the phone screen, "Do you have any idea what have been I'm feeling and going through after seeing these pictures?" She hisses, "How passionately you're holding, not feeling any guilt when you're kissing her, like, as if I don't exist!"

She glances at her phone, the disgusting pictures boiling her blood; and she flings it on the floor harshly.

He know he deserves to hear all of this, her anger is legitimate. He has been so wrong with her, but he want her to know that he has realized this all and that now he wants just her.

"I know I've hurt you, a lot. But please try to understand, I have ended it all-"

"I can't forget this all in few moments! You've been dating her since a year! I earlier thought that you were just friends with her! But Tyson," she shook her head in accuse, "You even whispered her name in your sleep, you used to chat her in late nights, I knew it all."

He horrifically looks at her, unbelievably.

"Today, this has crossed the limits. You're cheating me so blindly." She wails, holding her face in her palms,

"I...I'm sorry." His head hangs down. Her sobs reverberate in his ears,

"I've never valued, and realized your love for me... probably because you've been always there for me. You've loved me unstoppably, unconditionally and never wanted to give up on me." He admits, dousing his heart's burdens, "I've never cared for you, my mistake. I was such a prick-"

"And I hate myself that I still can't, still can't muster to hate you!" She swerves her face at him, eyes wet.

The balcony door trembles in loud sounds, snapping against its rail as the stormy rain intensifies.

"I love you, Himmy-"

"No you don't! And I don't care at this point!" She pushes his shoulders, her voice blunt and loud, "Yes, you've never cared for me, never tried to realize that I've been so hurt since loving you, since so long...I've been falling for you so long. So long! And each time, I'd my feelings unrequited!" She uttered, venting out the built up tension and hurt of years,

He listens to her, knowing that her heart is bleeding and that he has lost the ability to heal her in this moment. So he's listening to her, letting her bleed.

"You have no idea how much I've waited for you those years, how many nights I've cried, how hard I've prayed for you, how my heart got fragile and shattered in loving you!" She cries. She grabs his collar and shakes him, hoping some senses are knocked into him, "I bled each day, I healed each day. It was so much fucking painful to have you around but to see you ignore me like you don't give a shit about my presence or my feelings. YOU NEVER CARED! It used to hurt! Do you even knows what this feeling even feels like!"

"I felt it... today." He whispers shamefully.

"Oh!" She mocks, "I sympathize,"

"I didn't mean that way-"

"I know it," she ignores. She wipes her face quickly, rubs her nose, takes a deep breath. He blinks, hesitantly looks at her. Her anger hasn't doused even a bit.

He just wants to hug her, make her forget everything he has wronged her. Not because he wants to escape her wrath, but because he can't see her so much hurting right now. He can't see her crying and breaking anymore.

"All those years of torture...I still tried to move on and never said you anything of it ever till now." Her tears rail down. He courageously takes a step forward, wanting to hold her. He feels like crying and saying sorry a million types on his knees.

"Don't touch me Tyson, not even now. I'm not done," she feels her skin getting hot, some sort of fever taking her over. The balcony door burst open and the rain gushes in.

Tyson rushes to close the door while she turns to look at him, "Rain doesn't hurt, Tyson. You do."

"I'm your wife, how did it feel like when you knew it for the first time?"

"I don't remember. But I feel it now. You're my only and everything." He speaks up, "You. My wife, mine-"

"And you are my husband too! How fucked up ditched should I've felt when you were hooking with someone else!"

He walks to her, standing a feet apart, looking at her feet, he can't... no more face her.

"I've never let my past, which was because of you, interfere in our present life. Because we were not bonded. It was your choice, your life. You didn't like me that way, didn't want me, it was your choice, I'd no right to blame you. And I stayed out of it, away from you." She held his chin. There was a high pitch silence he couldn't take in. She lifted his chin and made him face her,

He looked into her moistened lost ruby eyes, getting his heart skip a beat. Damn, why has she loved him this hard? He didn't deserve, no he didn't.

Their faces were close; he could see every pain in her eyes.

There were so many. Everywhere. Deep and unforgettable.

"But now that you came into my life permanently, literally becoming my life partner, it fucking hurts so much, so much to see you again leaving me, not having you love me." She whispered softly, he bet he couldn't take it anymore beyond this, "More than what I experienced in university days."

"How much more are you going to break me?" She smiled sadly and left his chin. A tear left his eye. For the first time, his heart was so heavy, for her, that it caused a tear down.

He craved to cry more, let out his heart free from this tortuous guilt.

"I'm not going to break you now, promise." He declares, even if it came out as a feeble whisper.

He remembers how they got married. His parents met Hilary in a clinic, liked her, sent her the proposal. Hilary didn't even know, but her parents accepted it quickly. Hilary didn't got time to think about it, the shock, the preparations were too fast. Tyson had a break up with his 6 month old girlfriend and he wanted to move on. In that haste, he didn't care who he was going to marry.

He rolled his eyes and moved on to marry, little satisfied that it was Hilary by fate. He was well aware that she will never leave him and will anyway love him so much no matter what.

He has been good with her, Hilary was never unhappy with him in any regards. She was very much satisfied. Just being with him and his mere love was enough for her. He didn't even give her the enough amount of love she deserves, still she never complained.

Now that he was cheating her, she couldn't take it.

"You'll never understand me. It will take an eternity for you at least now that you're attempting to try." She smiled wanly and pulled off the engagement ring and tossed it on their bed. He stared at her in surprise,

"I don't want to live with you now. Not anymore. Even if I'm crazily in love with you." She laughed barely and looked at him fully, giving him few good seconds to let the shock electrify his wires,

"What. . . " he frowned deeply, gritting his teeth almost. He was scared to death at the thought of her leaving him. He never in his entire life or in the wildest dreams thought of Hilary leaving him.

"I can't live with you. Living with you has always given me tragedies and grieving memories. Don't want to make more!" She smiled through the tears of nostalgia, "I've been falling for you so long, now I want to stand back and just walk away from you. No, run away from you. So far away that I can never find you."

"Hilary," he whispered brokenly, wanting to cry out badly and beg her not to leave him, "Please don't leave me. Promise, I will never ever hurt you."

"I've decided already Tyson," she turned, lips trembling loudly, feet refusing to leave him, heart scrunched up at her decision that her entire body was opposing "I've loved you still a little than I can, could have done even more... but not anymore,"

She mustered up to walk off, lifting her feet to move away, her head getting dizzy and eyes blurred in steamy tears.

"You can't just leave me okay!" He screamed, grabbing her shoulders and turning her in one swift ride, "I'm your husband okay, and I can love you too." He paused for a second, "A lot. I'm not letting you go. You've always belonged with me! You're mine. I won't let you go."

Even though she's slightly staggered, she pulls off her arm from his grip harshly and blurts, "I didn't belong with you!"

She gives a daring glare to him, "When did I! You never accepted me!"

"I do, I do now. I want to prove you, I can prove you. Not just physically, but through every act and care that I didn't do." He retorts, his lips thinning, and he tucks her bangs of hair on side.

She remains neutral, "I. Am. Leaving. You. I'm. Yeah." She utters every syllable.

He grimaces, out of fury, "Mom and dad are downstairs, you're not storming off through-"

"I don't care." She shrugs, her head whirling all of a sudden.

He understands that he has lost the right to stop her now.

She feels blurred.

He watch her shoulders shaking, ready to leave though. He stands wordlessly.

She feels the ground beneath her shaking.

The rain is too heavy. Tyson notices. A sudden thunder burst in the sky after a tremendous rumble.

Hilary loses her consciousness.

"Hilary!" He screams at the top of his lungs when she falls, even though he runs a step with the same speed to catch her and she falls in his arms limply. He bounds her tightly in his embrace and shakes her, sweating bullets.

"Hils wake up!" He lifts her up and places her on the bed. He throws off his shirt, wears another quickly and darts down to call the doctor.

He ignores his brothers' questions through the hallway and rushes to his car, driving recklessly through the stormy rain. Various thoughts come to his mind. He should have checked her pulse probably. He should have told about her condition to his family members at least before leaving her. What if something happens to her...

After twenty minutes, he returns back with a doctor to the mansion. He closes the door of his bedroom, not wanting everyone to crowd in there.

The doctor is middle aged. He examines Hilary for few minutes while Tyson is almost holding his breath.

"How she went unconscious?"

Tyson hesitates, "We were arguing. And suddenly..."

The doctor muses for a while before carefully saying,
"Mr. Tyson, I think your wife is pregnant."

Tyson's eyes instantly widen and a small smile cracks eventually at his lips.

"As of now, I've given her glucose drip. Feed her with healthy meals and keep her stress free. I've prescribed some tests, get them done soon."

"Thanks." Tyson beams, walking the doctor till the gate. He whispers in Hiro's ears about the news and smirks. Before he could react, Tyson darts off upstairs from the hall.

The drip is finished. He removes it and discards, bandaging her vein. He switches on the lamp since its fairly dark now, and sits beside her on the edge.

She's sleeping. Deeply. Deep and loud breaths, yet peaceful.

He removes her earrings and choker gently and place them on tableside. Her hair are tied into a rough bun, he unties it carefully, allowing her hair to splay across his pillow. He looks at her smashed phone lying on the floor.

He sighs.

He picks the ring on the comfort, and takes her hand and push the ring in the right finger.

He is still clueless of what she will be her reaction after she wakes up. Would she still leave him? Or would she rejoice at their upcoming baby and forgive him?

He is tensed. His heart struggling to think about it anymore. He gives up.

He gets up and wears dry warm clothes and gets comfortable.

He crawls to the other side of bed, apparently her side. Their sides got reversed. He lies down next to her, covering them in blanket.

He holds her palm in his, intertwines her fingers on her chest and turns fully to stare at her.

He's hoping. Again and so hard that she won't leave him. He's determined to keep her life, his life, their life ahead with happiness and memories she could cherish.

He wants her to smile, just like she used to in her late teens in university, when he used to tease her occasionally. How beautifully she used to blush and suppress her laughter. How bubbling she would look with that happiness, just when he used to casually talk to her. He wants to make her happy even more than that.

He wants to love her just like she has been dreaming of him since years.

He doesn't understand why he was chasing Nora. He feels stupid. He dated her a year but through all those moments, he couldn't feel the sense of depth of love, the kind of genuine love Hilary was offering.

He feels a idiotic. He chased someone blatantly and blindly. It almost threatened his and Hilary's pure relationship.

It was his mistake, he just forgets Nora. It was stupid and fake.

Now...

He beholds her face... his wife's.

He wants to fulfill every desire of her, every thing she has imagined about them.

Her eyelashes are beautifully long and curvy, nose tender and pointed, lips flawlessly shaped with natural rosy hue.

He once again falls in love with her. He can't remember the first time though. Probably it was during their university Freshers. Probably he knew it, probably he just forgot it. Discarded his feelings.

He remembers the times he'd slept with her. He couldn't appreciate her in those moments. He realizes the feels of their unclothed bodies against each other. He has been always gentle on her though, instinctively. He realizes why he used to wake up joyous and ecstatically good those mornings after loving nights with her; and also had a bright day ahead. "Because you're perfect, not just beautiful." He pecks her on forehead.

Happiness, ecstasy, the sense of completion, positive ego used to fill him all in those moments.

He always enjoyed making out with her. He felt healthy and stimulated. She was strong enough to let him take pleasure from in her every way. She used to mask her pains at times. He didn't know. But he was fair enough. He made sure she had equally enjoyed their session, and it was not just him being animalistic there.

"Now that we'll be parents soon, I want to love you the most through these nine months, so that I don't become jealous when you care and give time to our kid," he whispers to himself above her face and reclines back.

He falls asleep slowly, his head slipping to lightly rest on her arm; his hand intertwined in hers gently.

She hears him snore softly and bleakly opens her eyes, glancing him from side ways.

She has been drowsy so much, but when he was speaking to her, she has heard him even if his voice sounded so vague.

She smirks wanly at herself. How her heart has been created? How? She thinks.

She stares at him affectionately. She feels both stupid and amusing to acknowledge how her heart has melted by his few acts that has happened in the last half an hour. Her scrunched up heart feels revived.

It's shining.

It's excited that she's pregnant.

It's shy that Tyson will be jealous, and that he's ardently going to love her.

She rolls her eyes. She thought she would really leave him, run away from him, punish him but she realizes that she can't. Not for long. When he'll call her loud by his heart and need her, she can't stop. She was bound to come back and return to him.

She tightens the grip of their hands and slowly turns to face him.

A tender smile filled with genuine love and care breaks on her lips,

"I love even those moments you don't acknowledge me and yet you're in my arms asleep. Watching you and listening to your deep breaths and slow heartbeats is beautiful."

She examines him slowly with her orbs. His head on her arm, face close to her chest's fabric, breaths warming her skin soothingly. She feels more complete. There is no fear, barriers or hesitance anymore. She has mentally let him in.

"The sensation of being comfortable in your arms without any hesitance and fear...to know that I'm safe with you in these private moments of us is very soothing."

She feels little doubtful for a second. She smirks; maybe he's also listening to her. Who knows?

She blushes lightly and suppresses her chuckle.

There is a power cut suddenly. It's raining out badly though. Still. The bare lamp that was lighting the room is faded. The fan also stops spinning.

She waits for the power to come back. The room becomes humid. Even the balcony door is closed.

She looks at Tyson, he has started sweating already. Plus he is wearing a woolen type of shirt. Probably he wore it due to weather. She removes the blanket above him.

Hilary slowly frees her arm and places a pillow under his head. She sits up and loosens few buttons of her robe, pulling the balcony door for the fresh air to come in. The rain has considerably subsided but still its pouring down. The sky's smothered in smoky dark clouds. The trees appear bottle green.

She pushes her hair off her face as it irks her. She smirks, remembering that he had untied her hair. The feel of his fingers in her hair still is afresh. She ties it in the bun nonetheless.

She sighs. Her gaze falls down to her belly which is apparently slim. She caresses the fabric above it and smiles. She thinks about the gender of the baby. A wave of joy flash at her.

She looks at him. Damn, he is sweating so hard. Even in this cold. How dependent he is on the air conditioner or an electric fan.

She leans towards him and stares. He's sleeping deep. She thinks something.

She's not sure if it's fine or appropriate but she anyway attempts to remove his top. It takes a full minute but she patiently and gently does it.

Taking a moderately cool towel hanging on the nightstand, she rubs off the sweat on his skin. Like always, she takes the courtesy to look at his built, take in the details, admire him and be euphoric shortly.

She lies down beside him, dragging her palm all the way from his chest to muscly broad shoulder.

He feels cooler. At least he's not sweating. She doesn't want to disturb him, but she attempts to softy nuzzle beside his nose, her other hand, cupping his cheek.

His hand makes it way to her back and he wraps his arm round her waist.

"In this darkness of tenderness and silence, lighted by mere moonlight, I've you and that's enough for me,"

A/N: Maybe this was rushed and cliché but one of my favorite plotlines again. The Flashbacks could have been expanded if this was a multichaptered fic. This shot could be considered somewhat reverse of "Love to lose", not exactly but kind of.

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