Chapter 5: If You're Not the One

A/N: Finally! A wee bit delayed, but I thought I wouldn't get to posting it at all until later- I've horribly messed up my sleeping schedule. Anyways, there is also a song that accompanies with this chapter, I found this last weekend and I couldn't help but write this. The song is 'If You're Not The One' by Daniel Bedfield.

"So, how would you like to crash a party?"

In all honestly belle was surprised at herself with the words that had finally made their way out.

Belle had been proud of herself that day she faced Adam Gold again, (though had that been regret she saw in his eyes? Suffering maybe? That's what inspired her) even more so that one morning in Gold's office. She knew very well he couldn't help trying to get involved in a deal, especially one that could favor him completely, and one that he thought he could so easily win. Damn did he have an ego. But little did he know that she had her own tricks up her sleeves now, and now that she spotted a way in- she would push herself in and bail her way out. He had given the slightest slip in his argument. A trick he had once taught her to spot and she used it against him. He thought she was still oh so innocent. Hmph well he thought wrong.

At first she had decided that it was fun pissing off Gold; to make him feel at least a slight bit of what she had felt towards him on that night. But after one too many glasses of alcohol she had slowed that little game of hers down and decided to finally sweeten up. She wasn't drunk, oh no she could hold her liquor. Thanks to her best friend Ruby Lucas. She supposed she also had her to thank for the 'adjusted personality' too. She had her situation of wanting to curl up in a ball and die and instead of letting her mope, Ruby had reasoned that it was exactly why she should move on and toughen up, and so she did. Her shy smiles had bloomed into confident smirks, her ocean blue eyes held a completely new gleam, that insecure stance had switched to her shoulders back proudly, and acted with such confidence as if she knew she could rule the world. But she understood if she was that rough around the edges that she would never get the information she wanted out of him so much. She would know, and that she did. If she had to admit it- not that she ever would, their time tonight was bringing her back to the good ole days.

"I'm sorry… what?" Adam finally spoke, dragging her out of her thoughts.

"Dance with me." She beckoned, standing up and walking to his side.

He was speechless for a couple moments, just looking up at her bewildered, as if she was a complete stranger. Was she really suggesting they do what he thought? Crash a wedding?

"Please, Adam." She cooed, resting her hand on his shoulder and puppy-dog eyes to boot. "Unless I should just go find some other man to whisk me away~."

Oddly enough, he felt another odd pang in his chest at the idea. "I won't be a very good dance partner," He warned, lifting his cane as a gesture. Did he just agree to this? "and I doubt your boyfriend would be pleased that an old flam- ...man decided to 'whisk you away'." He scoffed. "Nonsense." She didn't deny it. So, there was someone. Another stab to his chest. Okay, maybe a bit more of the harsh feeling of being mauled by a dagger at least a couple thousand times in the chest and then having it being twisted deep within him throughout his organs. Yes, that was it.

"Oh come on," She said silkily when he hadn't moved. "I won't let you fall." That was said with all seriousness. "...But if I do, you are allowed to sue me." He pondered for a moment and took her by the hand, letting her pull him up, once he was standing he pulled her close to him, with a smirk."You just got up because you're hoping I drop you now, huh?" She asked, tempted to hit him but instead wrapping an arm around his waist to secure him just incase. "Maybe a little." He bantered back, with a large wolfish grin forming on his face. Oh he would give her a dance, a dance of a lifetime; one her bloody 'boyfriend' could never give her.

If only he had known.

And with that, she had dragged him out towards the dance floor, waiting for a new song to start. Once the next song started, h gave a playful bow, extended his right arm out and offered his hand with a charming smile, "Care to dance, Miss French?" She curtsied back, bowing her head. "I would love to." And with that she gladly took the hand offered, moving close in.

If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?

Her body molded against his perfectly, so perfectly. He almost groaned at the feel but somehow found his sanity before he embarrassed himself in front of the lady. For if he focused too much on that, he would have another issue to deal with that would be much more of a problem.

If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?

He held one of her hands with his in the air with a comfortably snug grasp, the other moving to her waist to keep their close embrace as she rested a hand rested on his upper arm.

If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call?

They started their steps slow, as if testing the water, but nevertheless her steps matched his perfectly as he lead her around the other couples on the dance floor. He swore he saw jealousy in the eyes of some of the men around them when they had approached the floor, but now all of his focus was on the woman standing right infront of him. Dare anyone try to step in he would be more happy to show them how much damage a cane can really do.

If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all?

His grasp on her waist tightened in the slightest and gave her a wink, which was followed by the most amazing giggle he had ever heard.

I'll never know what the future brings
But I know you're here with me now
We'll make it through and I hope you are the one I share my life with,

They placed some distance into their embrace, but their hands never once fully separated from the other's as he twirled her around.

I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?

mustering up the strength, he gently brought her back into him, and leaning on his good leg to balance him better, held on her waist lifting her and cradling her to his chest, spinning them around. He was happily surprised that the move had went so well.

If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed?
If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?
If you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life?

If you're not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?

He could so easily recall those days of his daily sulking continuously after he let her leave, all the dates of those unhappy events. Not a trillion apologies could make up for the way he acted- the words he said, yet he could never dare forget her completely. Not even after trying so damn hard.

I don't know why you're so far away
But I know that this much is true,
We'll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with
And I wish that you could be the one I die with
And I pray in you're the one I build my home with
I hope I love you all my life

I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?

'Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away
And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today
'Cause I love you, whether it's wrong or right
And though I can't be with you tonight
You know my heart is by your side

I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I could stay in your arms?

He had now had a tighter grip on her as he cradled her back in his arms in a dip, her eyes looking intently in his as he felt a delicate leg wrap around his thigh and her other leg between his. Gods, did her lips look delectable, so utterly delicious, and oh, all the things he could possibly do to her. Oh gods did he want to more promiscuous things to her. His lips became suddenly dry and his tongue darted out to lick them, slowly lifting her back up from the dip; both of them seeming to still be in a daze.