little-miss-cherry:

I know I’m right! -Cheeks puffed, she huffs at him again.- Are you— are you actually asking me that? Of course you scared me, you big idiot! -She roughly takes his hand into her smaller ones and pouts at him.- I thought something really bad might have happened! And here you were, just the other day, telling me about how you weren’t going anywhere and— -She cuts herself short, not even wanting to consider anything like that.- 

-She stares at him, chewing her lip for a moment, and then sighs, shoulders drooping noticeably.- … Yes. I was very worried. But seeing you is enough apology, I guess— Though between you and Ash, you know, I’m probably going to die very young of a heart attack. 

[Eyes trail down to her hands, staring silently for a moment - before he resumes his gaze upon her.] I’m sorry, Cheryl … I don’t want to scare you. It was just a small accident— my fault, definitely … but it’s ok now. [Shifts his hand around, lifting hers into his instead, gently gripping onto it.] I’m still right here.

[Smiles lightly, letting out a soft chuckle through his nose.] It’s alright, Cheryl. The doctor said I’ll be fine in a week as long as I rest like this. So— don’t worry. [Gently lifts up her hand and brings it to his lips, kissing the back of it - before looking back at her.]

I’m glad you came to visit me … I’ll be more careful next time, okay?

(Source: quiet-neil)

-She shakes her head quickly.- Nevermind that— don’t try to get up! Please, lay down. -She props a pillow up for him and huffs, brow furrowed.- I can’t believe you did something so dumb! You could have been way worse off than this!

[Eyes widen, blinking at her gesture - before he allows himself to fall back onto the propped pillow.]

[Looks back at Cheryl blankly.] Uh, right— it’s okay … I won’t get up. [Stays silent for a few moments, until sighing.]

I know … you’re right. I’m sorry for making you worry, Cheryl. But really— it’s okay now. [Bores his crimson eyes into her bright blue ones.] I didn’t scare you … did I?

[Lying on his bed, the blonde was preoccupied with casually flipping through his sheet music, until he heard a frantic shuffle from his front door. By the time he turns his head, Cheryl is already beside him.]

….

[Blinks.] Ch-Cheryl? What are you— [Places a hand over his abdomen, and the other pushing off the mattress, attempting to sit upright - wincing.] How’d you find out?

I’m ok … don’t worry.

[Rolls his eyes.] Are you an idiot? [Shoves the corn away.] I don’t want this.

It’s hard to pretend that you’re not here when you’re so damn annoying.

[Narrows eyes.]

What the hell do you want me to do with this?

…

Are you stupid?

sexy-and-styling:

Yes, I have something in mind. [Stares down at him, unable to hide the smile that crosses his lips from seeing his reaction.] Why do you want to know? Maybe it’s a secret. 

Wait— really? You do? [Widens his smile, wobbling closer to Allen just to put his hands on his shoulders.] Well, because— when you say it like that, of course I wanna know!

[Purses his lips, trying to restrain an even bigger smirk.] A secret? What the hell. Hmmm … how can I get you to tell me?

(Source: quiet-neil)

sexy-and-styling replied to your post:

[Crosses his arms over his chest, staring at Neil.] The anniversary.

…

[Blinks, arching his brows.] Did you have something in mind? [Smiles a little - instilled with a hint of enthusiasm, before shuffling and slowly rising to his feet.] 

I wanna know. [Smirks.]

[Snaps out of it, looking back at Allen and blinking.] Huh?

Take care of what?