forum Pretending Hearts (O/O CLOSED)

Started April 05, 2019 by Deleted user

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Daisy sighed, silently shaking her head even though she knew he couldn’t see it. “No, it’s okay. Just do whatever it is you need to do.”

He rubbed his forehead in distress. He was such an idiot. He should have told her. He should have remembered.

“I’ll be back soon,” he promised. “Listen, I need to go. I’ll call you the second I’m free. Okay? I promise.”

“Arvil, really, don’t worry about it. I’ll leave you something, but you don’t need to come for me,” Daisy insisted, taking up her pacing again from where she had paused near the couch.

Arvil paused, shaking his head though she couldn’t see him.

“No, don’t bother leaving anything,” he said with a sigh. “I’m sorry, Daisy. I need to go. I left in the middle of a meeting and I need to get back. I’ll call you when I’m free.”

“Arvil. Really. It’s okay,” Daisy stopped to heave a sigh of her own. “I’m going to go home. You can come, I’ll leave you food, but I’m going home.”

“Don’t leave anything,” Arvil insisted. “It’s fine. Take it home with you. I really need to go now.”

“Sure.” Daisy paused for a moment, chewing on her lip. “I’ll see you later, then.”

“Yeah,” Arvil responded quietly. He wanted to see her again. God, he was such an idiot. “I’ll see you later. Bye, Daisy.”

Daisy had hung up the phone after him, packed her things up again, and headed home. Home, where she waited for thrifty minutes… an hour… almost two hours…

And he didn’t call.

Why hadn’t he called yet? What had happened that would delay him from calling? He had promised. He had promised that he would call. What if he was hurt? What if there had been an accident on his way back and he couldn’t call?

Why hadn’t he called?

Arvil quickly got done with the meeting. Thankfully, they had reached a conclusion and Arvil left the second it was over, not bothering to stay for the lunch they’d said they would have.

He hadn’t called Daisy still.

Once he got back, he decided to be a little cheesy. He wanted that woman to not be upset with him, so he bought a bouquet of roses (he figured she liked those since she often wore a rose scented perfume). He drove straight to her house and took out his phone. He walked to the front door, the bouquet in his hands and called her, pressing the phone to his ear.

Daisy’s phone rang. Finally. She picked it up without checking the caller ID, already knowing who it was.

“Where the heck have you been? You told me you would call me as soon as you were free. I thought that was going to be hours ago, Arvil Davis,” she snapped into the phone.

Arvil winced, though he felt something rumble in his chest. Had she been waiting for his call? If he had known, he would have called her sooner.

“I know, I know,” he sighed. “I’m not yet free, Daisy, but I decided to call you, anyway. There’s something you need to do for me, Daisy, so that I can be free.”

“What? What is it? And why should I do anything for you when you couldn’t even call me?” Daisy demanded, pacing her apartment as she tore a hand through her hair.

“Open the door, Daisy,” Arvil said softly, a smile forming on his features. She was getting so worked up over it. He loved it. “Start from there?”

“Open the door. My door? The front door to my apartment?” Daisy questioned, her eyes narrowing as she stopped pacing. She turned to face the door, her eyebrows drawing together.

“Is there any other door, love?” Arvil chuckled. “Yes, the front door to your apartment. Open it.”

Daisy huffed and made her way over. She placed her hand on the knob and paused for a moment before opening it. The sight before her made her phone drop.

“You— You’re—“ she stumbled over her words, and her gaze fixed on the flowers. Her voice dropped to almost a whisper when she asked, “Are those… for me?”

Arvil grinned, ending the call and slipping the phone into his pocket. He reached out for her and pulled her toward him. When the scent of vanilla hit him, he realized just how much he had missed her the past two days.

“Who else would they be for if not for my supposedly beautiful fiancée?” He chuckled. “I’m sorry, Daisy. For not telling you I was leaving. For not calling you the second the meeting ended. My father just sprang the meeting on me in the morning and I had no time to think about anything else. I should have told you.”

Daisy stumbled as she was pulled forward. She blinked up at him, wide-eyed, open-mouthed, and utterly shocked. She didn’t even protest when he pulled her closer, simply let him do so.

“I thought you were hurt,” she whispered eventually, ignoring his words. “You didn’t call— For two hours, you didn’t call. And I had no idea if you were okay.”

Arvil’s expression softened at her words. If he hadn’t been holding the flowers, he would have wrapped both arms around her. She really had been worried, huh?

“I won’t do it again,” he promised, pressing their foreheads together. “I’ll call you every day, even. I won’t make you think, even for a second, that something happened to me. Forgive me for today?”

Daisy squeezed her eyes shut against the tears that had decided to prick against them. Why was she so emotional about this? Why was she getting so upset over it?

She shook her head at her thoughts and opened her eyes again, hoping that all traces of tears were gone. “Okay. I forgive you, but… you don’t really have to call me every day. I know that you’re busy.”

When she closed her eyes, it took everything out of Arvil to not kiss her. She cared. Through his incident, he knew she cared.

When she opened her eyes again, he could see the redness. She had almost cried. It squeezed his heart.

“For you, I can make the time,” Arvil responded quietly. “If it keeps you from worrying, I can do it. Besides, I would like to hear your weird voice every day, too.”

Daisy pursed her lips and glared at him. “Really? My weird voice? Thank you, Arvil. What an amazing compliment,” she said dryly, blinking at him.

Arvil laughed, tightening his hold on her.

“Anytime, love,” he winked. “Can I come in now, or do you plan on kicking me out?”

Daisy shook her head and stepped out of his arms. She’d forgotten that they were in her doorway, that she had asked him not to touch her unless it was necessary. It didn’t really seem necessary right now, but… she still wanted him to hold her. She had thought—

No. No, she couldn’t think about that now. He was here, and he was okay. He was okay. Though she had no idea why she cared so much.

“Hold onto the flowers for a moment while I find a vase,” she said, shaking her head as she gestured for him to enter.