to wish, to hope to expect
the kingdon Notting Hill au, 54k, 3/3
“And if you want to,” he continues, “I’d really like to…talk.” Mel feels like her heart could give out at any moment. The emotional rollercoaster of the last minute has been so intense that she’s not sure her heart is even keeping up anymore, even beating at all. “I’d love that,” she says eagerly, placing a hand on her heart just to feel—thump thump, thump thump, thump thump. She’s still here, heart still beating, and Frank is also here. Thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump. “I have to get back,” she winces regretfully. “But you can stay and watch, if you’d like?” Stay, please. Stay, stay, stay. Frank smiles widely—teeth and dimples and laugh lines and Mel’s not sure if she ever got over him in the first place, but she’s definitely not over him now. “I’d love that,” he says, his voice cracking adorably. “Okay then,” Mel beams. “I’ll see you later?” Frank gives her a toothy, lopsided grin, and her heart kicks. “You’ll see me later.”
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Collage by @kmsk8r , without whom this fic would not exist at all :) thank you for holding my hand and being my teammate, lovely ❤️
