Undercover

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Songs:

The whole Elvis Presley Live at Madison Square Garden Album

Victim of Love- Eagles

Sorry for the shortness but I think you guys will like this chapter!! ;)

BELLE'S POV:

He lifts the spoon of gumbo to his lips for the first time, blows on the steam, and takes the spoon into his mouth. I watch as his expression changes from hesitant to impressed. He swallows it down and quickly goes in for another spoonful, gulping it down hungrily and causing me to laugh.

"So you like it, huh?" I ask him, playing with my spoon

He just nods furiously and continues to eat the gumbo

"You truly have a gift. This, this is amazing" He gushes

"Well I'm glad you like it" I say softly

"And this whole set up, it's just...wow. I mean sure it looks fucking odd with the paint table cloth and potted plant but still, it's nice" He smiles

"Hey, give me some credit! I didn't have much to work with!" I defend and take my first bite of the gumbo. I close my eyes and savor the flavor of all of the shrimp and rice and okra

"I know, I know. What I mean is that this is so thoughtful and no one has ever done anything like this before for me. This is so nice that I'm not even mad about you using the shrimp we were supposed to be eating for dinner tomorrow"

I giggle a little, "Yeah well, you deserve something special like this after what I did to you" I say quietly and look down. Harry still looks like he just woke up with his hair sticking up in every direction and pajama pants and wrinkled t-shirt.

"Look Belle, I don't know what was going through your head when you were saying those things but it must have been something pretty stressful. The Belle I know wouldn't have said those things. Having that said, I know I crossed the line with what I said too. I shouldn't have been so disrespectful. I guess I was just caught in a mixture of shock and anger. But I do forgive you so stop beating yourself up" he says and grabs my hand, rubbing his thumb along the top of it. Harry has been acting to strange lately and it's really throwing me off

"You weren't in the wrong, it was me. I am glad that you accept my apology and I hope you know that none of what I've said was true"

HARRY'S POV:

I breath a sigh of relief when she says that. Many people have come up to me and told me that she didn't mean it and she'd come to her senses but I just needed to hear her say it. I needed to hear the words from her otherwise I don't know what I'd do.

They way I've been acting lately is changing and I'm not sure if I like it or not. I'm softer, nicer. I'm quick to forgive and I'm losing my hard edge. I don't think I like it. I need my hard edge. How else am I supposed to inflict fear into people and teach them their lessons? I can't do that when I'm all mushy gushy and lovey dovey. Fuck I need a new mission, and fast. But first, I need to stop and talk with the girl who has come into my life and changed it drastically. What am I going to do? I'm almost positive she's the one who's softening my edge and I want it back. First though, I'm going to enjoy the time I have with her now

"Come here" I say and reach to drag over a chair next to mine. I want to be closer to her. She silently obeys and sits her butt right next to mine, turning to face me

"So Belle, I realized we know barely anything about each other. Tell me about yourself" I say. I really hope she enjoys this nice and open Harry now because I'll probably end up giving her the cold shoulder for the rest of the week considering she makes me soft

"Well what do you want to know?" She asks curiously

"Ummm, let's start small. What's your favorite color?" I ask

"Oh definitely purple. I could go on for days and days about it. The beautiful color on a small grape or the vibrant color on an iris. The way an artist manipulates the color and stretches it along a darkening night sky. The way a sweep of purple eyeshadow can make green eyes stand out. My knit lilac sweater so gorgeously knit together. There are so many purple things I like to look at. Purple cat colors. Amethyst purses. Violet crayons and fuchsia nail polish. So many things. So beautiful. Oh sorry I'm babbling again" She laughs and blushes, clearly embarrassed about her speech of purple. God she's beautiful and she's so deep about stuff, obsessive over the simplest of things

"Haha it's fine. I love when you get lost in your words for things you like. You sound so artistic. Are you an artist?"

"Oh god no. I just know how to appreciate beautiful art when I see it. So what's your favorite color?"

"Black I guess." I answer simply and straight forward

"Black? That's it? No gushing on and on about the different shades and no appreciation about how beautiful black can be?"

"No. What do you have to say about black?" I ask her, hoping to get her to start rambling again

"Well, it's truly beautiful. Black is so under appreciated. I love how black seems so evil but is the color of a cuddly penguin or a cute new puppy. People seem to mask black as darkness, but there is truly a hidden beauty to it. A beauty that I have come to love, despite the house of horrors that come with it" She says and gazes up at me through thick lashes. Her words echo in my mind and I have a feeling that she's talking about me

'People seem to mask black as darkness, but there is truly a hidden beauty to it'

'A beauty that I have come to love, despite the house of horrors that come with it'

Looking in her brown eyes, I know she is talking about me. She thinks there's beauty to me. I have never wanted to kiss someone so badly in my life.

So before I know what I'm doing, I lean in and press my lips to hers. She hesitates and freezes up, shocked. But with time she gives into the kiss. This kiss was not like any other kiss I have experienced. This kiss was full of lust and passion, a burning feeling that was pushed down when we first saw each other finally resurfaced. This kiss meant something. It meant something to me.

So that's why, for the first time since my dad had left my mom and left our family broken apart, I felt home.

Notes

THEY KISSED THEY KISSED OMG I'M HONESTLY FREAKING OUT AT MY OWN STORY.

Ok that was cute and I'm just super happy with that chapter even though it was super short so sorry! I literally love what I said in that chapter like it just felt right like it felt like a quote.

'People seem to mask black as darkness, but there is truly a hidden beauty to it'


Oh and thank you so much for 7 more votes! It made up for only 7 comments :)
10 COMMENTS AND 2 MORE VOTES SO I CAN REACH 55 VOTES!

Questions:

DO YOU WANT BELLE AND HARRY TO GET TOGETHER? DO YOU THINK THEY WILL?

QUOTE YOUR FAVORITE LINE FROM THIS CHAPTER

HOW WILL BELLE REACT TO THE KISS?