The title bro 😍 Who else gets them memories from Kookie in his teddy bear costume?

Warning: Cheesy shit in this chapter. Get ready for it >.<

Alison's POV.

Everyone is staring.

Even Elizabeth.

She is watching me with suspicious eyes as if carefully calculating my actions.

I catch Luke's gaze in the crowd. His eyes are narrowed lightly, lit with a burning hate as he glance from the door to me. But as soon as he sees that I had caught him, his lips form into a thin line and his eyes harden.

I avert my gaze to the floor as I take a quivering step to Blake's office.

My heart is flaying against my ribcage unsure of whether to be elated or terrified. My palms are clammy as they clench into fists by my side as I breath in deeply.

Only moments had it been when Blake had stepped into the staff room, where everyone was chatting loudly, the customers still yet to arrive. Moments had it been when the entire staff had fallen into hushed silence. Moment had it been when he claimed that he need to meet me in his office in five minutes.

And now nearly the entire female population of the staff and even some of the male are glaring at me with undeniable hate, slowly murdering me in their imagination.

I gulp, feeling as if my whole body was under someone else's control. What did he want? Was he going to fire me?

I curse under my breath at the thought. I shouldn't have spoken to Blake like that. He was my boss after all.

But I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of quitting, only an obvious clue that he affected me. Which he didn't.

I take slow steps to the door until my hand is resting against the doorknob, quivering lightly.

I close my eyes lightly, breathing through my nose as I try and gather myself together.

And with baited breath I push open the door.

The sight I see shocks me.

The lights are off, leaving the room in a dusty black. Candles are spread around, illuminating the interior in a warm glow. Blushed red petals are thrown on the floor, winding across the room in shapes of hearts.

And there, a plate of food stands in the middle of the large mahogany table, a candle towering by each side.

I make my way slowly to the table, allowing myself to drink in the sight of the decorated room. A rose sits before the plate, its stem bare with thorns and petals glowing.

But what makes me nearly gasp in shock is the photo standing next to all of this.

Our wedding photo.

The photo which Blake had thrown a fit at when I had asked him why he still had it. I glance uneasily around the room, but there is no sign of the man.

The fork has a tiny note tied around it, curly letters splayed neatly against the paper. For you. And then below, paired with a messy heart, I love you so much.

My heart is jumping up and down in over drive as I blush, trying to divert my attention as to calm myself down.

I pick up the fork, licking my bottom lightly as I dig the utensil into the food, almost moaning at the amazing taste.

I close my eyes in pleasure, allowing myself into the plush seat beside me as I stuff the rest of the spaghetti in a bare three minutes.

Smiling proudly, I place the fork on the table mat, wiping the corner of my lips which were sure to be covered in salsa with the tissue tucked under the plate.

I glance around the room, eyes falling back on the wedding photo.

Something inside me softens as I stare openly at the photo, and I find my fingers brushing lightly over the picture, above Blake's jaw.

"You looked beautiful that day."

I jump lightly in my seat at the sudden voice, hand darting back to my lap, turning in my seat to face the direction of the speaking.

Blake is standing beside me, a sad smile curving at his lips as he stares at the photo. One hand is tucked behind him and I am slightly curious to what he seems to be hiding.

His eyes flitter to the empty plate, a soft chuckle falling from his lips as he lifts his head to meet my gaze.

"Spaghetti with meatballs."he says softly, "You're favourite."

Pink dusts at my cheek from the intensity of his stare, and I duck my head afraid that he had seen me.

A long slender finger brushes against my chin, lifting my head up to stare into captivating, brown eyes.

"Don't hide from me."

I want to push him away. Yell at him. Cry.

Anything.

Anything but be cocooned in the warmth of his closeness.

But something about the desperation in his eyes as he watches me with so much love tells me to not ruin the moment he had obviously spent a lot of effort on.

His elbow straightens as he reveals what he had behind his back, an unsure smile playing on his lips as his cheeks heat up.

His fingers are curled around an average sized teddy bear, fur a deep caramel and eyes wide and puppy-like. The bear seems to be holding a pink heart that says 'I love you' in white letters, as it smiles goofily up at me.

My lips unconsciously tug upwards as I stare at the bear, heart warming at the simple gesture.

I notice that a layer of sweat lines his palms and his hands are shaking, the bear quivering in his hold.

"I know this is not a lot. You deserve everything in this world and more. But I didn't want to freak you out with too much."he rambles, cheeks becoming increasingly red as he speaks, "And you told me once you preferred something small than big so I thought that maybe you'd like this. But who was I kidding? Of course you don't. I'm a fuck up. I don't deserve you. You deserve the best and fuck, I'm not- "

He's frowning and eyes swimming in sorrow as his fists clench at his side.

Guilt strums at my heart strings as I watch him continue to openly insult himself.

Why was he saying such things? He was calling himself names that even I wouldn't a person I hated. His eyes were glassy with threatening tears now and his voice was beginning to crack.

"Blake." I cut him off as he sniffles quietly, head hung.

"Thank you."

His eyes widen and immediately his entire body tense, hands limp at his sides, "You l-like it?"

He looks like a vulnerable puppy and I can almost see his ears flattened to his head and tail between his legs.

"I love it."

I mentally curse in my head, chanting to myself that I was doing this simply out of pity.

And he smiles.

A smile so wide that I am momentarily cooing at how adorable he looks, internally.

A smile that shakes my heart as I try and wipe the elated grin from my lips.

And then suddenly his arms are around me, my body drawn to his and clothes pressed tightly against each other.

I tense, mouth open in shock at the bold movement. I am too surprised to push him away as he burrows his face into the crook of my neck, lips brushing against my skin.

His long fingers press lightly against my hips, tugging me closer. His lips flutter against my pulse and I can feel them curl up lightly as he feels my heart race rapidly.

"I love you."

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This is Blake's way of trying to win Alison back. Do u guys like it or nah?