strcightfire.

His words surprised her. This wasn’t about how it made HIM feel but instead how he thought it made HER feel? For a moment she feared that was how he thought of her. Was she putting pressure on him? Did he think she was the type of person to care about all that? Her own insecurities bubbled up until he took her in his arms. In a blink it was gone.

“ I told ya before, Sami, ya apologize t’ me again and I’ll hulk out and suplex ya – I’m kinda on a roll wit’ Ellsworth… ” she murmured, smiling ever so slightly as she hugged him close. Her head against his chest she listened to the sound of his heartbeat and reveled in how SAFE she felt. More than anything she wanted to be that place for him too. A place where he didn’t need to worry about any of that; no doubts in what they were or what they had. Becky desperately want Sami to win — but only because HE needed it. He wanted to feel like he was worth it for her. She knew for a fact he was, ring skills aside, sure, but watching him in that ring was amazing. He was fluid and precise and even when the matches didn’t take the turns he wanted, he put his soul into it all. It captivated her. The win was a way for him to see that. To understand that she would stand with him no matter what: wins, losses, injuries, championships.

“ I love ya too, and no amount of losses or wins is gonna change t’at. You’re stuck with me, Zayn… ” She pulled back slightly to put her chin on his chest, looking up at him. “ Ya told me you’d never hurt me…and I realized I never made t’at same promise — but I’m here now. PROMISING ya t’at I won’t hurt you either. I won’t walk away from t’is. ”

     ^{FAULT WAS ONE OF HIS OWN, and perhaps being as heartbroken as he was ? caused the result of all, this. something that could of been easily avoided, if only he’d talked before his emotions got stacked even further - but his actions always spoke much louder than his words, he wouldn’t be as far in his career if he hadn’t done just that. now ? wasn’t any exception. with his arms still wrapped around her body, he’d dove to her lips to express his deepest gratitude, feeling the instability of their relationship sturdy with the affectionate gesture. longing their embrace as long as they’d allow, a soft click had caused their departure, to where he heartily starred into her warm, bronzed reflection, with right hand cupped to her cheek, letting his thumb brush against her pale surface, solemnly swearing to her that such a scare would never occur again; at least when it came to him communicating with her.} 

       ^{THE WORDS ARE SO FOREIGN,      they hurt his head. UNCOMFORTABLE tightness at the very back of his jaw; his mouth cracks when he opens and shuts it         temple breaking into a headache he’s desperate to nurse under the careful behavior of two fingertips.    BECKY WOULD NEVER HURT HIM..    really ?  is this the confirmation of her loyalty ?  her love ?  is this the phrase that solidifies everything in his chest, a locked vault finally opened ?      ❝      BECKY…     ❞      he clears his throat, and the sound is rough       he coughs, the sound husky.      ❝      that’s…   ❞     and suddenly, he realizes he must look and sound so negative. he must sound like he’s hesitating, freaking out. but he’s not.    SAMI IS IN LOVE,    but his heart his frightened by words he’s never heard.      ❝     that’s so great to hear. thank you.     ❞     he said, voice a bit more cheery,         ❝        that outburst won’t happen again. if something’s eating me up, i’ll be sure to tell you before it gets out of hand.      ❞     he nodded with a small smile, blinking the moisture that’d welted in his orbs.}