Dear Angel - Chapter 7
A/N: Sorry for not updating this week-end. I've been totally busy with working nights! But I'm back now! Just a little note on this chapter before starting. Just a heads up that might not be what you are all expecting for the chapter. A few of you have mentioned that you wanted this story to be more than only 6 chapters, so this is me making it longer than I actually planned, so be patient with me. I needed to find some plot! However, they will soon start writing back to each other shortly and who knows? Maybe there are a few more chapters left in me before I end this baby! For what it's worth, thanks to all that are reading and to the people who followed Dear Angel! Love you all! - Roxy
(Will's POV)
I left the roof top and make my way back down to my office, I can't help but wonder if all this was just a dream. I brush my fingers over my lips momentarily, still feeling the tingle of his lips on mine, when I realize that this wasn't just a dream, that this was actually all very much real.
We kissed...
And to describe the kiss in one word; Magical...
And yet I find myself standing here and the roof top, alone, and without my prince, "Fuck you fairy tales!", I said angrily as I walk out and headed back to my office, now feeling more confused that ever.
I shook my head as I walked through the hallway leading to my office, trying to forget about everything that just happened when I heard what I thought was someone crying. I looked around but I didn't see anyone around. Everyone was probably already gone for the day with the exception of a few executives that thrive on working late hours to get the job done on time, or the few, like myself, that have nothing better waiting at home for them than a lonely apartment and a few bottles of hard liquor to drown themselves in their own misery while reading love letters written to them by an anonymous person who's to fucking scared to show their face to you cause they're afraid you wont feel the same way once you know who they are. Pathetic right?
I sighed deeply and made nothing of it and just kept on walking.
As I got closer to my office, I head the cries again. Once again, I stopped and started looking around again. I hesitantly took a few more steps and the sounds of person crying became louder. I notice there was a dime light in the office, just a few doors down from where my office was is located, and it appeared that the sounds where coming from right behind the door.
"That's Weird. That's Sonny's office", I said to myself as I came to a complete stopped in the middle of the hallway.
I stood there contemplation wether or not if I should go check it out or just simply just let it go. When suddenly, I found myself walking towards the sound and ended up in front of Sonny's door.
I noticed there was a small crack left opened in the door. I leaned in far enough so that I could take a peek at what was going on behind the half closed-door, being extremely careful not to make a sound and keeping myself known.
What I saw was little disturbing. Sonny was slouched over his desk with his forehead resting in the palms of his hands.
Crying...? Why would he even be crying? He's the freaking head of Project developments!
I kept debating whether or not I should go see if he's alright. I took a step back and decided that maybe it would be best if I just left this alone. This was none of my business and that he probably didn't even want me butting my nose into his personal affairs anyway. Why should I even care for the matter, it's not like we're friends of anything? So what if I lend him a shirt? That doesn't mean we're best buddy's or anything, right? Then why did I feel the need to make sure he was okay?
"Snap out of it. It's just your mind playing games on you", I tried to convince myself to just let it go and forget all about it. It was probably nothing anyways.
As I was about to turn around walk away, I heard it again, the soft voice sobbing form the other side of the door.
Going against my better judgement, I leaned in closer to see if I could make out what he was saying. It sounded something like, "I'm so stupid...Why did I ever agree to this...Why?"
"What the hell was he talking about?", I thought to myself and continued to listen in on Sonny.
I couldn't hear nothing much after that, beside a few more sobs and sniffles.
A noise erupted from one of the back rooms, when it occurred to me what the hell I was doing. I pulled away quickly before someone caught me spying on co-worker and filed a complaint. Now how good would that look on a résumé? William Horton, grade A peeping tom at your service!
Then I realized how wrong it was to eves drop on someone personal conversations without them knowing.
"What the fuck is wrong with me?", I mumbled softly and tried to pull myself together. It was only a matter of time before someone walked by and asked me what the hell I was doing with my ear against someone's door? How would I explain that to them? "Oh, hey! I tripped and suddenly, my ear fell against the door of Sonny's office." Like that would actually work.
As bad as I felt for what I had just done, something inside of me kept pulling me towards making sure he was alright.
Without thinking things through properly, I softly knocked on the door and waited for him to answer.
It took a few minutes for him to answer. But eventually, he did.
"Can I help you?", he asked bluntly.
I could see that for a fact, he really had been crying. His eyes red eyes and stuffy nose gave it way.
"Uh, I..I was just walking by and saw your office light was on, and uh, I...", I paused for a second to think about what I was going to say next, because I didn't want to sound like I was sneaking up on him, "I...I just wanted to know if you were okay? that's all."
"Why would I not be okay?", he asked and pretended like everything was fine.
"It's just...I thought I heard someone...You know what? Never mind, it's probably just my imagination anyways. I'll just go back to my office and mind my own business", I said and started to leave.
"Wait!", he muttered, "It's just...I'm just having a bad day, okay?", he said and lowered his eyes to the ground as if he was hiding them from me.
"Yeah, I can see that. Wanna talk about it?", I offered, "We could grab a cup of coffee?"
"What? Why?", he asked and look at me rather confused by my offer.
"I don't know, maybe because sometimes it's good to talk about things. You know? To get them out in the open."
"That's not what I mean. What I mean is why are you being nice to me? I was under the impression that you hated me."
When I hear him say those words to me it got me thinking about something my anonymous asked earlier, "What if I am the last person you ever expected to fall in love with? What happens when you realize that you don't love me for the person I am on the inside?"
It somehow got me thinking that maybe my anonymous was right after all. That maybe I'm to blind to see the real person on the inside of the book. That's probably the reason why my anonymous doesn't wanna tell he who he is. Can you even blame him for being scared?nIf that's the case, then I probably don't deserve my anonymous' love, or Sonny's friendship for that matter. Why should Sonny even consider being friends with me after the way that I've treated him over the last few months?
"Yeah, sorry about that", I shyly admitted, "I know that I can be a real dick at times."
He smiled briefly, "Yeah, I've noticed", he said and looked up at me straight in the eyes, "Most of the time"
"Wow, cocky much?", I giggled.
"Sometimes", he winked.
Did he just fucking wink at me? okay, play it cool Horton, "Look, I just wanna tell you that I'm sorry for being a royal dick to you, and I would really like to start over it that even possible". I said and waited for his response.
"Well, let me think about it", he smiled and reached out his hand, "Hi! I'm Sonny Kiriakis. It's nice to meet you."
"Hi! I'm Will Horton, royal dick at your service. But only my friends get to call me that."
"What? A dick?", he asked and laughed.
"No, Will. Call me Will", I insisted.
"So does that make us friends now?"
I smiled, "Well now, that depends...", I paused, which Sonny found that rather amusing.
"On what?", he asked.
"Well it depends on rather you wanna be friends with me or not."
"Are you still going to be a dick to me?", he questioned.
"No", I answered.
"Well I guess we're friends then."
"So, now that have the friend thing sorted out and that we've established how much of a dick I can be, How about we grab that cup of coffee I mentioned earlier? Maybe I could also run a few things about the proposal by you while we're at it?"
"If the offer still stands?", he questioned with a shy smile, I don't see why we couldn't be civil to each other, "I would like that very much."
"Just let me make a quick run over to my office and grab my things, and I can meet you out front in about five minutes?"
"Sounds like a plan, Will."