It was his día off...and he had been patiently waiting....waiting for her.
After-all this is what he had promised her, ages ago-the glow in her eyes back then after he did so - priceless.
Resting on his sofá he glanced quickly at his muro clock, 5:35pm...she will be done in another 15 - 20 minutes.
And then what?
He smiled to himself, recalling the conversation he had with his friend Colin a día ago.
"You want to what???" Colin had seemed overwhelmed por his suggestion.
"You heard me right, the first time Colin." he only mumbled, "No need repeating myself again..."
They stood for a moment, both had their hands resting on their hips, both bit lightly on the left corner of their lips while their eyes stared off into the near distance....
It was something odd, but the más the two of them worked together, the más twin-like they became....
"You want to woo her?" Colin sighed, silently he proceeded with mouthing out the word "woo" to himself, "Who says woo these days?"
Bradley shrugged his shoulders, "The character tu play, Merlin...said this once to Arthur..." he stated plainly.
"I....I...didn't see this coming...." Colin was careful to add.
"Neither did I Colin....neither did I."
And Bradley was being very sincere...he had not seen it coming....and if the truth be told, he did not want to repeat it again....
"There is this popular saying...never look back." Colin shook his head in disbelief, ángel and Bradley were his dearest friends...he loved them to bits...it was only in his nature to be as open as possible towards them...
"I take it, I don't have your support in this?"
"You always do...I...I just don't want anybody hurting again...." Colin paused for a while, "Season 3 was awkward enough...."
Bradley had to give it to his friend, so yes he had fallen out with her. The fame had gotten to him, girls were flocking all around him and he failed to see what he had in her....
She dropped him...pretty fast....moving on quickly and he had been okay with it. Very much so. The idiot he had been!
He understood Colin's reluctance...perhaps a couple of weeks hace he would have thought about it as weird...but now, it was normal. Had he been in his place, he would have perhaps dicho the same...
Colin had been Angel's shoulder to cry on...Bradley only saw the strong exterior...he did not see the heartache he had caused her...no, that was for Colin...and Colin, being Colin never let in on it.
"You are pretty sure?"
Bradley turned to face his friend, with all honesty he coarsely said, "Yes....Yes Colin....I want her....back....with me."
"Well...I did see the flirting off set...but I thought it was harmless...didn't think..."
"Right Col. Let's not dwell on that too long...I amor her, that's all tu need to know."
After he dicho that, he noticed a smile on Colin's face, "You do have a strange way of mostrando it...sometimes."
Scratching the back of his head, Bradley found himself thinking about a come back, finally he let it rest, "Perhaps. But I need to see her before we head to San Diego...."
Colin only smiled, "You don't need me for this, Bradley....figure it out yourself...Angel is just a phone call away." he patted his friend on the shoulder, "Speaking about SD...I need to pack....you know how I am with packing?"
"So tu are leaving me hanging?"
"Like tu really need my help." Colin stooped at the door, "Just be your true self...and it will all fall in place....See tu at the airport!" with that he shut the door behind him....
The minuto Colin was gone, he picked up his phone and dialed her number...
"This is Angel."
He loved when she answered her phone that way.
"Still being formal with me Aiiingel?" he teased.
"Definitely...after being glued to tu for a whole day...what más can tu expect?" She softly muses.
"Method acting!" he exclaimed defensively.
"Sure...so, Bradley James? To what do I owe the honor?"
He thought for a moment, and like a rush he invited her for dinner....as a thank you...for standing up to him when the fans hollered that he was neglecting them....she agreed.
"I need to tell tu something as well." he softly whispered.
She had pressed on, "Yes?"
"Not now, silly. Tomorrow. Byes." and then he hung up. He could never stop treating her that way...she would always be the one he could pick on...
Tomorrow would come....and he would have to tell her.....
Thus he found himself in his flat, waiting...he had reserved the Ivy for 6:30pm...she would make it? Right? ángel hated tardiness....
And if she didn't...he remembered their cancellation policy...his credit card would have to suffer...he wasn't Hollywood yet...money still meant money....
But Angel...she was worth it....
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The door campana rang and his eye opened instantly, glancing at his watch, he notices the time.
"Fuck...7:15pm!" instantly he thought about his reservation at The Ivy, one of the city's most popular restaurant and how his card would a couple of zeros less now without having even dined thee.
As he opened the door, he noticed instantly that she had not been pleased.
"Wow!" he tried to catch his breath, "You look beautiful."
Skin tight jeans, dark purple V-neck top...and that amazing leather chaqueta he loved with opened toes heels, hair pulled back in a raised poni, pony tail with a few locks dangling over her face....she looked stunning indeed.
"You didn't pick up any of my calls." she dryly pointed out.
"I dozed off..." his eyes were still admiring her body.
She snapped her fingers, "Focus, Bradley....my eyes are here."
He shook his head as if trying to regain consciousness, "I....We....missed the reservations...."
She smiled, "You made reservations?"
He shrugged his shoulders, "Doesn't matter..look wait here...let me get dressed."
He rushed to his room, but quickly turned back, "How rude...you need anything to drink?"
She looked at him, confused at his manner, "I can help myself Bradley, I will be fine...I know my way round here...unless...you...don't want me touching..."
"Nooo! Please help yourself." he urged, she was being painfully sarcastic...he would have to live with it for now.
It took him 10 minutos to get ready...when he returned, he found her sitting on his sofá like a mermaid, a glass of red wine on her right hand and a letter on the other, she had been studying it intensely.
"What...in the world..." he could not believe his eyes. The confirmation letter from The Ivy.
Her eyes catch his, "You made cena plans....here?" she raised the letter, slowly she got up, "What's going on?"
He could feel his head explode, she had placed him in the spot "Nothing...."
She walked up towards him, only stopping few inches away from his chest, "Dinner for two....today...at the IVY....at the same time tu invite me over." she presses the letter to his chest, "I demand an explanation."
"Well, I overslept, do tu have any other nice restaurant in mind...I..." he stopped, he was finding it hard to look her in the eye...pretend she is Gwen? Pretend tu are rehearsing? That could work. Slowly he caught his words, "I...remember tu saying...you wanted to try out the IVY...someday...."
Her eyes softened before him, softly in a whisper she answered, "Yes...I...I told tu this....a very long time...ago...."
He nodded, "Yes...I remembered. I'm sorry....I missed the reservation...."
"The cancellation?" she quickly asked
"100%" his hands fell in his pockets, and his eyes began to buscar for the bottle she had opened.
"Take my glass. I will call them."
"You don't...."
"yes I will....come on....maybe we can mover it!" she took back the letter and walked away from him.
Bradley fell back on his couch. So much for trying to tell her how much he loved her. He took a huge sip of wine, instantly hating it. He was not much of a wine drinker.
It was hard to focus on watching televisión when the woman tu amor is blaring at some innocent reservation agent only because the individual was just doing his job.
"It's okay Angel." he decided it was time to intervene upon noticing that the phone conversation was getting heated.
She dropped the phone, "Meanies...that place is fully booked until God knows when....crazy."
"Well there are plenty of restaurants out there." he dicho smiling.
"Yes I invite tu out...you paid for an imaginary cena already."
He shook his head, "I invited tu out...I pay."
"what's this about Bradley?" she asked, her tone sounding almost hopeless.
He didn't say anything...he knew what it was about...and he had been expressing it through out season 4 filming...was she that stubborn not to get it?
Instead in a flash, his lips met hers. The perfect lock.
It had been subtle, slowly he savored her, tasting her sweet lips. His eyes remained shut, as he imagined the times when they had been genuinely happy...not as Arthur and Gwen, no....but themselves...Bradley James and ángel Coulby.
Slowly she parted away, her hand tracing her beautiful lips. She could not find the words...
His eyes studied hers, she wanted him...as much as he had her....why did she pull away?
Wordlessly he pulls her closer to him, her hands hold his strong arms, as he takes her head to the side and once más divulges in her every essence.
"I need you...please stay here...with me" he finds himself saying...almost pleading.
She lets out a moan that arouses him even more.
Lifting her up, he carries her to his room...
They fall on the bed...
He suddenly stops, "We should talk....."
She collapses once más on the bed, "The killer, Bradley! tu killed it!" she laments.
"I don't want it to be a fling amongst friends, Angel...." he tells her, "I want the real deal with you."
"Wow....what was in that wine?"
"I am being serious Angel." he sits up, "I think it's pretty clear what we got going on...I am beginning to see it, along with Everybody else."
She doesn't say a word, instead she gets up from the bed, tidies herself and puts her hand forward, "Come."
He takes her hand, "Where to?"
"Let's talk this out...I mean I dated tu last in 2008. And we dicho things to each other...that..."
"Yeah...true."
"Let's go for a walk..." she finally said.
They walked hand in hand without a care in the world. Talking about misceláneo things, some where heartfelt...others were not, some made them think hard and long - others didn't.
"So tu want to give it a try?" he finally asked.
She only smiled, and as ángel felt the soft summer breeze passing through, out of pureness of her heart, did she pull him close to her and gave him a sweet and lingering kiss he would never forget.
"I've always loved you, Mr. James....always."
The End.
After-all this is what he had promised her, ages ago-the glow in her eyes back then after he did so - priceless.
Resting on his sofá he glanced quickly at his muro clock, 5:35pm...she will be done in another 15 - 20 minutes.
And then what?
He smiled to himself, recalling the conversation he had with his friend Colin a día ago.
"You want to what???" Colin had seemed overwhelmed por his suggestion.
"You heard me right, the first time Colin." he only mumbled, "No need repeating myself again..."
They stood for a moment, both had their hands resting on their hips, both bit lightly on the left corner of their lips while their eyes stared off into the near distance....
It was something odd, but the más the two of them worked together, the más twin-like they became....
"You want to woo her?" Colin sighed, silently he proceeded with mouthing out the word "woo" to himself, "Who says woo these days?"
Bradley shrugged his shoulders, "The character tu play, Merlin...said this once to Arthur..." he stated plainly.
"I....I...didn't see this coming...." Colin was careful to add.
"Neither did I Colin....neither did I."
And Bradley was being very sincere...he had not seen it coming....and if the truth be told, he did not want to repeat it again....
"There is this popular saying...never look back." Colin shook his head in disbelief, ángel and Bradley were his dearest friends...he loved them to bits...it was only in his nature to be as open as possible towards them...
"I take it, I don't have your support in this?"
"You always do...I...I just don't want anybody hurting again...." Colin paused for a while, "Season 3 was awkward enough...."
Bradley had to give it to his friend, so yes he had fallen out with her. The fame had gotten to him, girls were flocking all around him and he failed to see what he had in her....
She dropped him...pretty fast....moving on quickly and he had been okay with it. Very much so. The idiot he had been!
He understood Colin's reluctance...perhaps a couple of weeks hace he would have thought about it as weird...but now, it was normal. Had he been in his place, he would have perhaps dicho the same...
Colin had been Angel's shoulder to cry on...Bradley only saw the strong exterior...he did not see the heartache he had caused her...no, that was for Colin...and Colin, being Colin never let in on it.
"You are pretty sure?"
Bradley turned to face his friend, with all honesty he coarsely said, "Yes....Yes Colin....I want her....back....with me."
"Well...I did see the flirting off set...but I thought it was harmless...didn't think..."
"Right Col. Let's not dwell on that too long...I amor her, that's all tu need to know."
After he dicho that, he noticed a smile on Colin's face, "You do have a strange way of mostrando it...sometimes."
Scratching the back of his head, Bradley found himself thinking about a come back, finally he let it rest, "Perhaps. But I need to see her before we head to San Diego...."
Colin only smiled, "You don't need me for this, Bradley....figure it out yourself...Angel is just a phone call away." he patted his friend on the shoulder, "Speaking about SD...I need to pack....you know how I am with packing?"
"So tu are leaving me hanging?"
"Like tu really need my help." Colin stooped at the door, "Just be your true self...and it will all fall in place....See tu at the airport!" with that he shut the door behind him....
The minuto Colin was gone, he picked up his phone and dialed her number...
"This is Angel."
He loved when she answered her phone that way.
"Still being formal with me Aiiingel?" he teased.
"Definitely...after being glued to tu for a whole day...what más can tu expect?" She softly muses.
"Method acting!" he exclaimed defensively.
"Sure...so, Bradley James? To what do I owe the honor?"
He thought for a moment, and like a rush he invited her for dinner....as a thank you...for standing up to him when the fans hollered that he was neglecting them....she agreed.
"I need to tell tu something as well." he softly whispered.
She had pressed on, "Yes?"
"Not now, silly. Tomorrow. Byes." and then he hung up. He could never stop treating her that way...she would always be the one he could pick on...
Tomorrow would come....and he would have to tell her.....
Thus he found himself in his flat, waiting...he had reserved the Ivy for 6:30pm...she would make it? Right? ángel hated tardiness....
And if she didn't...he remembered their cancellation policy...his credit card would have to suffer...he wasn't Hollywood yet...money still meant money....
But Angel...she was worth it....
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The door campana rang and his eye opened instantly, glancing at his watch, he notices the time.
"Fuck...7:15pm!" instantly he thought about his reservation at The Ivy, one of the city's most popular restaurant and how his card would a couple of zeros less now without having even dined thee.
As he opened the door, he noticed instantly that she had not been pleased.
"Wow!" he tried to catch his breath, "You look beautiful."
Skin tight jeans, dark purple V-neck top...and that amazing leather chaqueta he loved with opened toes heels, hair pulled back in a raised poni, pony tail with a few locks dangling over her face....she looked stunning indeed.
"You didn't pick up any of my calls." she dryly pointed out.
"I dozed off..." his eyes were still admiring her body.
She snapped her fingers, "Focus, Bradley....my eyes are here."
He shook his head as if trying to regain consciousness, "I....We....missed the reservations...."
She smiled, "You made reservations?"
He shrugged his shoulders, "Doesn't matter..look wait here...let me get dressed."
He rushed to his room, but quickly turned back, "How rude...you need anything to drink?"
She looked at him, confused at his manner, "I can help myself Bradley, I will be fine...I know my way round here...unless...you...don't want me touching..."
"Nooo! Please help yourself." he urged, she was being painfully sarcastic...he would have to live with it for now.
It took him 10 minutos to get ready...when he returned, he found her sitting on his sofá like a mermaid, a glass of red wine on her right hand and a letter on the other, she had been studying it intensely.
"What...in the world..." he could not believe his eyes. The confirmation letter from The Ivy.
Her eyes catch his, "You made cena plans....here?" she raised the letter, slowly she got up, "What's going on?"
He could feel his head explode, she had placed him in the spot "Nothing...."
She walked up towards him, only stopping few inches away from his chest, "Dinner for two....today...at the IVY....at the same time tu invite me over." she presses the letter to his chest, "I demand an explanation."
"Well, I overslept, do tu have any other nice restaurant in mind...I..." he stopped, he was finding it hard to look her in the eye...pretend she is Gwen? Pretend tu are rehearsing? That could work. Slowly he caught his words, "I...remember tu saying...you wanted to try out the IVY...someday...."
Her eyes softened before him, softly in a whisper she answered, "Yes...I...I told tu this....a very long time...ago...."
He nodded, "Yes...I remembered. I'm sorry....I missed the reservation...."
"The cancellation?" she quickly asked
"100%" his hands fell in his pockets, and his eyes began to buscar for the bottle she had opened.
"Take my glass. I will call them."
"You don't...."
"yes I will....come on....maybe we can mover it!" she took back the letter and walked away from him.
Bradley fell back on his couch. So much for trying to tell her how much he loved her. He took a huge sip of wine, instantly hating it. He was not much of a wine drinker.
It was hard to focus on watching televisión when the woman tu amor is blaring at some innocent reservation agent only because the individual was just doing his job.
"It's okay Angel." he decided it was time to intervene upon noticing that the phone conversation was getting heated.
She dropped the phone, "Meanies...that place is fully booked until God knows when....crazy."
"Well there are plenty of restaurants out there." he dicho smiling.
"Yes I invite tu out...you paid for an imaginary cena already."
He shook his head, "I invited tu out...I pay."
"what's this about Bradley?" she asked, her tone sounding almost hopeless.
He didn't say anything...he knew what it was about...and he had been expressing it through out season 4 filming...was she that stubborn not to get it?
Instead in a flash, his lips met hers. The perfect lock.
It had been subtle, slowly he savored her, tasting her sweet lips. His eyes remained shut, as he imagined the times when they had been genuinely happy...not as Arthur and Gwen, no....but themselves...Bradley James and ángel Coulby.
Slowly she parted away, her hand tracing her beautiful lips. She could not find the words...
His eyes studied hers, she wanted him...as much as he had her....why did she pull away?
Wordlessly he pulls her closer to him, her hands hold his strong arms, as he takes her head to the side and once más divulges in her every essence.
"I need you...please stay here...with me" he finds himself saying...almost pleading.
She lets out a moan that arouses him even more.
Lifting her up, he carries her to his room...
They fall on the bed...
He suddenly stops, "We should talk....."
She collapses once más on the bed, "The killer, Bradley! tu killed it!" she laments.
"I don't want it to be a fling amongst friends, Angel...." he tells her, "I want the real deal with you."
"Wow....what was in that wine?"
"I am being serious Angel." he sits up, "I think it's pretty clear what we got going on...I am beginning to see it, along with Everybody else."
She doesn't say a word, instead she gets up from the bed, tidies herself and puts her hand forward, "Come."
He takes her hand, "Where to?"
"Let's talk this out...I mean I dated tu last in 2008. And we dicho things to each other...that..."
"Yeah...true."
"Let's go for a walk..." she finally said.
They walked hand in hand without a care in the world. Talking about misceláneo things, some where heartfelt...others were not, some made them think hard and long - others didn't.
"So tu want to give it a try?" he finally asked.
She only smiled, and as ángel felt the soft summer breeze passing through, out of pureness of her heart, did she pull him close to her and gave him a sweet and lingering kiss he would never forget.
"I've always loved you, Mr. James....always."
The End.
