Collect Call Part 3
“Hey pumpkin.” He said as a small smile spread across his lips.
He couldn’t stop his eyes from studying you.
Your hair fell in simple curls around your shoulders. Your lips gleamed from where you had licked them and your cheeks were blushed. Your eyes watched him through your long lashes and his eyes followed your body.
He looked at the curve of your breasts beneath your shirt and felt himself harden slightly.
“You look good.” He husked and you blushed.
“How are things with you?” You asked nervously.
Happy raised is eyebrows and smirked at you.
“Im in prison, (y/n).” He said and you smirked too.
“Im sorry about your husband, and your baby.” He said quietly and your face fell.
You nodded and looked at your hands, fighting the urge to cry.
“Hows your mom?” You asked him.
“Shes doing okay. Up and down.” You both nodded and fell silent again as you watched each other.
“Fuck.” You said and laughed.
The sound of your laugh lit the darkest corners of Happys soul and he watched you intensely, hypnotised by the curves of your lips.
“Are we just gonna make small talk?” You asked with a smirk on your face, your eyes glowing.
Happy smirked at you and shook his head.
You had planned to play it cool. Planned to make sure he knew how hurt you were. But the moment you saw him all of that was out the window.
You felt like a teenager again, sitting on the river bank and in love with your best friend.
“Ive missed you, pumpkin.” Happy said, his voice barely a whisper.
You nodded and smiled.
“So why now?” You asked and leant your elbows on the table.
Happy shrugged and gazed into your eyes.
“Ive done a lot of bad things, (y/n). Im a criminal. Ive stolen, vandalised, I run guns for a living and Ive killed people. A lot of people. Ive done a lot of bad things but the worst thing I ever did was let you go.”
His dark eyes studied your features and you stared back at him, unsure of what to say.
“Let me say something.” He interrupted you.
“Im sorry, pumpkin. Im sorry I left you. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have put the club before our.. friendship. Dammit, (y/n), I was so in love with you!” He said.
Your eye brows shot up and your mouth opened slightly.
“You loved me?” You asked quietly.
Happy rolled his eyes.
“Of course I was. Everyone knew it. Your parents knew it. My ma knew it. Everyone but you.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” You whispered.
“All you used to talk about was how you wanted to get out of that town. See the world. I couldn’t follow you, and I couldn’t hold you back.”
You laughed loudly and he looked at you with furrowed brows.
“Jesus, we were so stupid, Hap.” You laughed again.
He turned his head to the side, confusion on his face.
“I was in love with you, Happy. Ya know why I wanted to leave so badly? To travel? Cause I was trying to run away from my feelings. I thought that you would never love me the way i loved you. Thats why I wanted to leave.”
Happy closed his eyes as he smirked and shook his head.
“I guess mom was right when she said smoking weed with you would make me dumb.” You said and he chuckled lightly.
You both stared at each other, your eyes glowing and smiles on your faces.
“So where does that leave us now?” Happy asked.
“I dunno, Hap. All I know is I still feel the same.” Happy smiled at you and you continued.
“I loved my husband. I really did, I still do. He was a good guy and he deserved so much better.”
Happy opened his mouth to argue with you but you held a finger up, silencing him.
“He deserved more. I loved him with a heart that belongs to someone else. Its always been you, Happy.”
You watched as his smile spread and his dark eyes lit up, like a fire was burning inside him.
“Youve always been my pumpkin pie.” Happy smirked and you laughed, both of you grinning at each other like the high teenagers you used to be.
Two weeks had passed since you’d first gone to see Happy, and you slowly felt joy and hope creeping back into your life.
He called you every few nights and you would talk for as long as you could, catching up on lost time and reminiscing. He told you about his club and his mom and you soaked in the sound of his voice, hanging on to every word he spoke. But he hadn’t called for the last four nights and you were nervous, scared that maybe he had changed his mind.
Your foot tapped against the carpet and you clutched the phone tightly in your hands.
Any minute now he would call, and you couldn’t keep still. It felt nice, to have something to look forward to again and you realised how miserable you had been.
The tv was humming on the background but you couldn’t focus on it, your eyes were glued to the phone, waiting to hear the shrill sound as it rang and the raspy voice on the other end.
You heard a knock on the door and you jumped. You weren’t expecting anyone, you never had visitors.
You looked at the phone in your hands again and decided to ignore whoever it was outside. The phone might ring while you spoke to them and you didn’t want to waste any of your precious time.
You sat on the couch and chewed your lip, your knees bouncing as you waited for the phone to ring.
You glanced between the phone and the door and sighed, leaping out of your seat and practically running for the door.
“Yeah?” You yelled as you opened it.
Your heart stopped as you looked into the familiar dark eyes.
Happy stood in the doorway, leaning casually against the house.
He wore a white t-shirt and his clubs kutte and your jaw dropped as you took in every inch of him.
“Thats no way to greet your guests, (y/n).” He smirked at you.
The sound of his voice bought you back to reality and you flung your body towards him.
“Happy!” You yelled as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
His strong arms wrapped around your waist and he lifted you off your feet.
You buried your face in his neck, breathing in the scent of him. He still smelt the same as he did when you were growing up, weed and beer mixed with his natural smell.
You pulled your head back and he placed you on the ground, but his arms stayed wrapped around your waist.
“You stage a prison break, Lowman?” You asked with your eye brows raised and a mischievous smirk on your lips.
Happy grinned down at you.
“Somethin like that.” He said and you watched as he licked his lips.
Butterflies fluttered in your belly and you felt every inch of your skin tingle.
“You know, theres something I shoulda done along time ago.” He said, his voice playful and you hung on every word, his voice like honey and you bit your lip as he leant in closer to you.
“Whats that?” You whispered, suddenly feeling weak as you felt his hot breath on your lips.
“This.” Happy whispered and he moved his lips forward and pressed them against yours.
You could have sworn the rest of the world fell away the moment your lips touched, and it was just you and Happy left, kissing on your front porch.
Every inch of your skin burnt with a hunger for more, and your fingers clutched desperately at his shoulders.
His lips moved in perfect harmony with yours, like the most beautiful song in the world was being written in that moment.
Happy arms held you tightly to his body, the sweet taste of your lips filling his mouth. He had dreamt about this moment for years, and none of his imaginations did it any justice.
Suddenly everything in your lives clicked into place, like pieces of a puzzle that had been lost, but were now found, and now the puzzle was complete.
You knew Happy was your soulmate, you had no doubt about it, and your body was bursting with love for him.
He kissed you deeply, hungrily, desperate to make up for lost time.
You had finally got your best friend back, and Happy had got his pumpkin pie.