Endearing endeavours~
(One-Shot)
She drawled at her own thoughts... How immature. How insane. How stupid!
She sighed for the 100th time. She was sitting across her desk, cupping her left cheek and gazing at the evening sky going down with bare clouds flying by. The white curtains blew briskly.
This was not going anywhere... She should get back to talking to him. They should get back to how they were three days back. Cheery, flirting, amused, laughing and kissing.
It was just two days for her upcoming wedding with Tyson. The preparations were going on in full agog of excitement. She has rediscovered her old friends. When the town heard that Tyson Granger, the world champion is going to be married, they were extremely bated and thrilled, and when they learnt it was Hilary, people almost died with happiness with a hand on their chests. Mostly people of town, including less close BBA teams, even his fans were not aware of his love interest, his only female couch who nagged him- Hilary Tachibana, or precisely Hilary Granger.
When she spelt her new name on her lips, she felt a wave of satisfaction and instant joy.
She was right now dressed in a mustard colored suit, for the bridal shower which was soon going to be held at her home downstairs, until which she was supposedly locked in her bedroom by her female friends; and Tyson had told her a week back, though jokingly, that he would come at her bridal shower and surprise her and spice up things for her in last moment. Though she narrowed her eyes at him that moment and grunted, and he had even apparently agreed to dismiss his plan, she realized that he could pull out anything anytime. So if he was going to come at her place at night, and create the air more exciting and infectiously chaotic like how he always does, she was unsure how she was supposed to react.
Because, she hasn't been talking to him since past 3 days now. It was a simple tease. He'd teased her about her hair of its shade. Actually, he admired her hair but the last time they were on a coffee date, three days back that is, he felt to tease her and she instantly felt disheartened and slightly hurt by his words. He didn't know she would take his light waggish teasing to this extend. In that moment, he had said her sorry, though it was half loaded with his unstoppable chuckles, she still didn't forgive him and made a glum look and slapped the table top, spilling some coffee before plodding away angrily. He'd messaged her sorry again that night but she was too obsessed with holding back her anger even though it had actually doused.
Sure, their eyes met every now and then in college premises or at his home or at festive places recently, but he didn't talk to her either. His eyes stared at her. He was hoping that she would just come and nudge him and put aside everything and talk to him and he'd pretend the same and get back. She hated how unaffected he looked with those cool eyes as he stared at her. Plus that damn smirk that he gave her, as if he was satisfied watching her so impatient and longing to talk to him. She doubted if she looked that grumpy and transparent and that this little distance has disturbed her so much.
She just didn't know how she was supposed to tell him that she forgave him and that it's okay. It scared her subconsciously if he'd retort to his similar teasing in future. And now, she regretted why in the world she even dragged it all to three fucking days! Damn, he was her boyfriend, and soon to be gonna husband. She told her friends that he was sweetest, hottest and best guy ever in the whole universe and that was true, and now she felt so unlucky that she couldn't simply call him back and talk and giggle at his sweet jokes and just smile. And more of, she actually was timid and furtive of how she should actually tell him that it's okay and that they should just get back together already.
She turned her head and looked at a mirror hanging on the side. She looked so pretty, real enchanting. The mustard color was complimenting both her ravishing nude make-up and light skin tone. Hair neatly combed and tugged casually. If it was three days back, she would have clicked pictures of her and send him. And if she was feeling more of frisky, she would actually purposely send her photos to him when he was at office, engulfed in a meeting, so as to irk him, to distract him and later hear him rant at her of how cruel she was to make him swoon over her right when he was trying to concentrate at his meeting!
Well, there was nothing much to do. When she got up from her chair, her head slightly spun and she carefully balanced herself and got up. It was then when a sudden idea clicked in her mind and she was more than willing to try it, because it meant she would get them back to talking and together. She almost smirked at her own idea, unbelievably.
I will have him talk to me first by tonight. She grinned, infectiously.
It was 9 p.m when she was finally called out from her room. Her friends had decorated the hallway, the hall itself, the foyer and bedecked all placed with candles, flower bouquets, loose petals, soft lightning, sweet songs blowing in background, breezy winds scurrying inside. It felt so ethereal and amazing. She hadn't eaten anything since the time she got her idea in evening. And now she was feeling slightly dizzy and weak. She didn't even drink water, not even a sip.
When Julia and Mariah had asked her to eat something by looking at her condition, she just told them that she was only tired and had enough food already. There was just one thing she was looking forward to tonight, just one hope. For Tyson to surprise her, and to come tonight at her place, and she would just pretend that she was unaware and didn't expect him to actually come and now she's overwhelmed by his surprise. And then the plan, well.
The event was flowing good. They all sung songs, one by one, rapped few, played truth and dare and her cheeks were still burning pink for all the embarrassment they've caused her by asking her so many things about her love-life, which obviously included Tyson constantly. She had to admit of hard she loved him, though she never wanted to. She just wanted people to believe that she was a normal girl who averagely loved her boyfriend and wasn't head over heels and addicted to him, which she was actually.
Fast forward one hour and her head was spinning now, she was not getting up much from her spot and just softly talking to her friends nearby, just constantly telling them by their concerned looks that she was just exhausted. No she wasn't, she was hungry hard, feverish, and yearning for his arrival.
A minute passed by and she was almost falling asleep, unaffected by girls still hooting and singing or screeching. But a sudden voice caught her ears and she swiftly opened her eyes,
"We weren't expecting the bridegroom to come in bridal shower, now that's hot."
Her eyes widened at the voice, heart racing up, beating like slow hard damn drum. She licked her dry lips and stood up, legs feeling like jelly and mind fogging up slightly. Breathing deeply and putting a smile, she walked to the drawing room, where she guessed he showed up. Glancing once in mirror at her attire and look and confirming that she didn't entirely looked drained off and was still looking decent, she picked her phone and sauntered in his direction.
"You. Are. So. Impatient, brother in law!"
"Damn, our girl is too lucky to have you. You're so smitten by her, aren't you?"
She resisted giggling at her friends' teasings. She only wondered how he was responding or rather blushing hard there.
Before she even made her way to the drawing room, he was ushered playfully by the flock of girls into the hallway, just standing before her, as a result. Eyes met each other, staring without break. She softly gasped, because well, him coming here up was little unexpected, and it was truly rewarding and deeply gratifying. She was holding her phone. His arms were held by girls on each side, and they ignored how playfully their friends were hooting and cheerily giggling at them.
"You both are made in heaven!" Mariah said,
"To make out in the world," Julia said with a smirk, causing everyone to burst in laughter. Hilary raised a brow, daringly at him.
"Of course, yeah." He smirked at her,
Hilary blushed dark pink, and bit her lip, looking away from his addicting stare momentarily.
"Alright, we have few questions for you too," Emily pointed out to Tyson. Hilary just ignored them, and knowing how her body was overflowing with so many reactions bombarding in excitement and anxiety everywhere, she choose to excuse herself and walk to pour herself an orange drink.
"See, she's so much blushing, it's kind of cute embarrassment."
"Haha," his eyes couldn't concentrate anywhere else. Though he maintained, or tried to maintain an eye contact with the girls as they talked and surveyed him, his eyes automatically followed her of what she was doing. She looked breath taking in that suit. And it perfectly clung on her figure, just like it was made for her. He suddenly remembered he'd gifted her that few months back and she didn't like the colour of it that moment.
Wait, was that the same suit?
No, she didn't have any right to not talk to him and wear his gift. He frowned at her, she shrugged and sipped her juice. She didn't have any right to look this attractive and bewitching right before our marriage. It should have been crime for girls to look this hot and adorable in front of their future husbands. He mentally whined.
This was illegal.
He blinked petulantly at her as she finished her drink, wiped off her lips and stared at the tissue paper, maybe checking if her lipstick also got smudged off.
All he wanted right now was to tell all these girls to go their homes, so that he could pull her into him, smooch her fervently everywhere and silence her lips with his love.
But then it clicked into him, she wasn't talking to him. Oh yes! He smirked in pride. So he would also not make the first move. It should be her who should come back to him and talk to him. Her lips wrinkled as he smirked at her daringly with arrogance and turned back his attention halfway to girls, talking back easily with that cheeky attitude.
But she knew better she had to put her plan to work now. If this is how he was challenging her, she wouldn't back off either. She smiled back sweetly, causing dimples to form and sauntered confidently in his direction. He was bated, even as he narrated how he rushed up to her place to her friends, of what she was about to pull out.
"Well, are you feeling better now, Hils?" Mathilda asked,
"Yeah, kind of I guess. My head's not good really since evening," she said softly, smiling sadly, "Or precisely, since three days,"
Tyson almost coughed at her words, she was so mean.
"Oh, must be the wedding arrangements, I can understand." Mariam nodded,
"Once you both are married and lead your lives together, it will be all worth it," The blue headed girl added. Hilary nodded, genuinely smiling and agreeing with her. The thought of falling asleep next to him only to wake up next to him for the rest of their lives, it felt endearing and purely peaceful.
She was standing close to him, behind him, his back facing her.
"I...I am actually feeling little dizzy..." Hilary stuttered, "The ground is shaking, right?" Her eyes fluttered,
"Hilary, you okay?" Mathilda blinked anxiously.
She teetered a few steps, crashing her back against Tyson's for a subtle second. He swiftly turned back, "Hils!"
His scream echoed in her ears as she fell back in air and he ruggedly caught her delicate falling figure in his arms. Her head rolled back and eyes were closed.
"Is she okay?" Julia brought a glass of water. Tyson settled down on the floor carefully and placed her head against his lap, taking water and gently sprinkling on her face, looking absolutely worried. He felt sudden guilt coming up. Maybe she was really upset past these three days and got her health tampered. Shit, she always did this when she had a fight a with him or her mom.
"Babe, open your eyes, please." He cupped her cheek and whispered ardently.
"I asked her if she ate something, I think she just lied." Mariam scolded,
"I think we should take her to bedroom,"
"You can carry her up, right?"
"Yeah, but I think that won't be necessary." He took the glass of water and slowly fed her with water which she drank slowly.
"You okay, Hils?" He shook her shoulder when she opened her eyes. She gave a small nod.
"Alright girls, the party is over. I'm staying up along with Tyson until Hilary's mom returns back." Julia announced.
"Yeah, I think that would be better since she's not well. Poor girl,"
Tyson sighed in relief when the girls started clearing gradually. He'd lifted her up in his arms and placed her on sofa beside. The bright lights of the hall were still shining, and the fans were loudly spinning.
"I'll get some proper food for her, meanwhile you just don't move away from her," Julia said as she exited to kitchen.
He placed her head on his lap and helped her lie down. Her feet were dangling down from the end.
He didn't say anything to her. A moment later, he made her sit up and tied her hair into a pony, pulling off her dupatta, and keeping it aside.
It's called the bad eye. She was looking too good amongst everyone around and I think that caused all of this. She should have been careful. I'll not let her look this pretty in front of everyone once we get married. I don't want her falling sick because of people's jealousy and bad eye.
He sat beside her, close. Not saying a word but just firmly holding her cold hands in his warm ones.
He was feeling bad. Little guilty also. Maybe he should have talked to her. But that entire feeling just doused off when he noticed her feeling guilty too.
She was not meeting his eyes, and when he had dared to lean into her and cup her cheek and turn towards him, watching her with faces so close, feeling each others breaths, she fought so hard to not crack a victorious smile.
He was stupefied in disbelief.
Oh, so, this was it.
He smiled airily and left her cheek, sitting back quietly when Julia came and helped Hilary eat the meals she had prepared freshly. The entire time, Tyson was watching her non-stop, quietly; looking half in disbelief, half amused.
"I'll get the dishes clean, just wait for me." When Julia left, Tyson softly hummed and leaned back easily against the backrest, not inching away from her, gazing at her coolly,
"Your outfit was just pretty. I like how that dupatta sits so well on you." He commented,
"Thanks," she smiled sarcastically. Well that's your gift, "Ah, I do remember it's my gift. Thanks for wearing it though," he yawned softly.
"Hm, no problem. I think it's color is not that bad. I like it."
"Me too, but you more in that dress." He flirted, stretching his arm to reach for her hair on back and rolling across his fingers, wondering if she will bring back the topic of their fight once again. But when she didn't, he smiled playfully and said,
"For a moment, you scared me there."
"That was nothing to be scared of," she shrugged, meddling with her fingers,
He choose his words carefully, "Exactly..." he just couldn't keep off that grin off his face when she frowned at his words, even though she wasn't facing him, and he was leaning against the backrest still and watching her in amazement,
His fingers reached for her neck and crawled against the cheek, cupping it little harshly and turning her face towards him, "Hilary sweetheart, you're so clever, but not more than me,"
His sickly sweet and yet infectiously passionate voice, mixed up sent shudders down her spine,
"What do you mean?" She pretended, "I just fainted, what are you even telling, Tys?"
"You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn't have to go to such extremes."
She blushed like a tomato from head to toe in embarrassment. She but her lip harder and lowered her eyes, hating how he kept a confident and straight look at her and how his hand was crawling more and more back, from her cheek to ear, to neck and then back- calloused hands' feathery touches so slow and burning, sending spurts of dopamine in her body. Now, she only felt like giving in, when he had gently pushed his fingers against her skin on back, requesting her to lean upon him.
Her face stopped close before his as her figure was half flopped upon him.
"I must say, I got a pretty daring wife," he whispered, "Lucky me,"
She smiled coyly and smiled at him, forgetting everything, the guilt, the embarrassment and all. Her palm pressed up against his chest crawled to cup his own cheek to caress his stubble as she leaned in to peck him lightly on lips, and pull back, making him stop her from pulling back and instead tugging her onto him again and amorously kissing her until all of her breath caught up, lipstick successfully smudged.
"I didn't knew at all that you noticed," she said when she pulled back and sat straight, her hand still held by him from back.
"Noticed what? The fainting? Oh, yeah." He cracked, "I noticed, unfortunately. But seriously, you did all this for me?" "What all?" She shrugged,
"Well, all that that your head has been planning since evening, wifey," he chuckled, always loving how he could call her wifey. That always reminded him how they were just gonna get married!
She groaned, "You notice me too much!" How unfair it was that he noticed her words, her actions so subtly and intelligently and understood her. As if he could halfway read her mind.
He laughed loudly and heartily, "I know!"
"This is not good, Tyson." she sighed,
"It is!" He laughed back louder and once got up to sit straight beside her,
"Hilary..." he softly called her and she drawled, turning her head to his side jadedly. He pecked her on lips again and whispered, "But this is good, right?"
She couldn't help but just chuckle softly and nod back at him agreeably.
A/N : Once again, this shot has been inspired by the prompts of tumblr, a long list of 150 ones, from which I've randomly chosen these two sweeter ones! The prompts are in bold sentences in the shot. I really enjoyed writing them.
I've been craving to buy a mustard colored suit and I was so happy to write Hilary in that suit, especially when Tyson took her dupatta off, shesh, I died there in happiness. Review!