Michael

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I cleared my throat before knocking against Blanche's apartment's door. I waited impatiently for the door to get open, tapping my foot against the hallway's floor.

I was nervous. Of course I was. I couldn't do anything about it. I was just so scared to say or do something wrong that could actually ruin everything between Blanche and I.

Now that we finally reunited, I wouldn't forgive myself if I failed everything.

"Hi !" I jumped back when I heard her voice and lifted my head to see her smirk. I was so deep in my thoughts that I hadn't seen the door getting open.

I blushed deeply and Blanche let me come in her apartment.

"How are you ?" I asked her with a smile as I looked at her. Just the sight of her face made me happy.

"I'm great," she answered and took my coat off of my shoulders.

"You didn't have to," I told her and watched her hang it on the coat rack.

"It's nothing," she chuckled and my heart jumped when I saw her smile. "Did you have any problem coming here ?" she asked me and I understood she was talking about fans or paparazzi.

"No, it was okay." I replied and stretched. "I drove by myself."

When we were dating, Blanche was always scared and intimidated by paparazzi. She hated going out of the house alone so I hired her some bodyguards when she wasn't with me. Now that we weren't together anymore, it seemed like journalists left her alone, probably thinking that "she wasn't interesting anymore".

"What do you want to eat tonight ?" she asked as I followed her to the kitchen. I hummed as I thought about her question, watching her look at the ingredients she had.

"I don't know." I said, way too lazy to actually search for a recipe. "Whatever you cook is going to be delicious, anyway." I smirked and heard her snort.

"Yeah, yeah..." she said in a negligent way. She then paused through her rummaging and turned to me with furrowed brows. "Actually," she smirked. "I'm sure you improved your cooking skills now that you don't have any woman to cook for you," she said and I rolled my eyes.

"Shut up, I've got a cooker." I reminded her.

Blanche loved so much cooking that I barely saw my cooker when we were dating.

"My bad, hopefully they were here when you were married to Lisa," Blanche continued. "I heard she's terrible at everything." she laughed and I shook my head with a smile.

"You're ridiculous," I told her and poured myself a glass of water.

"Is vegetarian lasagna fine with you ?" she asked, putting her hand on her hip as she waited for my approval. I nodded while drinking and watched her start her cooking.

"So," I started, looking inconsistently at her butt as she leaned down to take something, her back to me. "How's it going with your new friend- uh, what's his name again ?" I asked even though I knew exactly what was his name.

"Harry," she mumbled with a frown.

It didn't look like it was doing alright.

Good.

"Tell me," I demanded, suddenly really interested by their friendship. "Is he treating you like he should ?"

The question seemed almost funny as I was the one who didn't treat her like she deserved to be treated like.

"Of course he is, Michael." she shook her head. "I wouldn't be friends with him if he weren't." she answered while taking vegetables from the fridge.

"Good," I whispered.

It may sound selfish, but I would have preferred him to be mean with her so she would actually go away from him.

"Is he okay since- y'know, the punch ?" I asked her, faking a worried tone even though I didn't give a single shit about his condition.

"I think so," Blanche said. "We don't really talk about it but he looks fine." she continued and took a knife from one of the drawers, getting ready to cut the vegetables but I stopped her before she could, taking the knife from her hands.

"Let me do it," I whispered and noticed her blush. She tried to hide it with an eye roll.

"I'm not a baby," she complained while watching me.

I tried to push the want of replying that she was my baby and found an alternative.

"I don't want you to hurt yourself," I said and looked at her briefly. She was biting her lip with a smile.

"Anyway," she said, changing the topic. She paused and looked down at her feet. I looked at her with confusion when she didn't continue. She seemed troubled, like deep in her thoughts.

"What's the matter ?" I asked her as I placed the knife on the counter, turning my full attention to her.

"Uhm," she mumbled nervously. "I wanted to ask you something - about the divorce," she said, looking back into my eyes.

I nodded, signaling her to continue.

"I mean, is it done ?" she asked with furrowed brows, her eyes clouded with - fear ?

"Almost," I said honestly. "I still have to sign some more papers and then, I think it will be officially done." I explained and Blanche nodded, crossing her arms on her chest.

"Do you still see her ?" she questioned, talking about Lisa.

"No," I replied quickly, wanting the worry to go away from her face.

"Okay," she sighed and bit her lip once again making my heart stop for a second.

"Stop that," I demanded and approached her, our bodies touching as she was blocked against the counter. I placed both my hands on either side of her body, my palms flat against the counter. We were now feeling each other's breathing and Blanche's lips parted slightly as she blushed, intimidated by our closeness. "Listen," I whispered, looking down at her soft lips. I was inches away from kissing her. "Right now, my top priority is you," I told her and I heard her gulp. "I'll make everything in my power for us to work," I continued and placed a stand of her hair behind her ear. "I understand if you never forgive me for what I've done to you, I know I deserve it. But please, give me a chance." I pleaded her, leaning towards her, our noses now touching.

Blanche sighed against my touch and closed her eyes. The moment was so intense.

"You know I'm giving you a chance," she whispered, her eyes still closed and I took this opportunity to look at every details on her face. I missed kissing her small moles and of course, her lips. I missed their texture and the feelings they gave me every time they touched mine.

I softly caressed her cheek, her eyes opened the instant my fingers touched her skin and she took a deep breath.

"I love you," I said under my breath, the words coming out of my mouth like they used to when we were dating.

Blanche sighed and looked away. I frowned, thinking that the words would come out of her mouth too, but they didn't.

She needed time.

I knew she loved me. She already said so last time I came here. She's just troubled. I was sure of that.

"Sorry," I mumbled, taking a few steps back, already missing her touch. She cleared her throat and shook her head.

"It's okay," she replied and watched me finish cutting the vegetables. She knew I understood her condition. She knew I knew that she loved me. It wasn't a problem of trust issues.

I was just so used to tell her that. Even though we hadn't been dating for a while, the fact that we were so close, it made me feel like those two years never existed.

I needed to take my time with her. I knew it. It was just really hard to do.

Blanche
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"That was delicious," Michael said as he wiped his mouth with a napkin. I gave him a geniune smile and took both our empty plates to the kitchen.

I sighed tiredly and looked at the clock on the kitchen's wall. It was almost midnight. We took so much time preparing the food that it exhausted me.

I was glad Michael was determined to make things work between us, because I was too, even though a part of my mind was still not cooperative.

I saw the look of disappointment on Michael's face when I didn't reply to his "I love you". Of course I loved him, he knew it. I was just scared. I didn't really know why I felt that way, but I couldn't help it.

And when we were so close to each other, I was nervous. I lost this habit of being close to him. It felt weird but also, it felt extremely right. I missed his touch. I really missed it. And I hoped he would actually kiss me, but he didn't. He probably thinks that I would have turned him down.

"Are you tired ?" Michael chuckled as he caught me yawning. I blushed and nodded softly, turning the light of the kitchen off. "Should I go and let you rest ?" he asked, a look of concern on his face but I shook my head.

"No, of course you can stay." I said a little bit too fast, my words seeming a bit too demanding. Michael smirked and nodded, mumbling a small "okay".

We sat on the couch and Michael turned the TV on, searching for an interesting program. Meanwhile, I closed my eyes inconsciently, drifting slowly to sleep.

A/N : they are so cute!! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. don't forget to vote and leave your feedback! xx