Three Wishes // Scarlett Johansson x Fem Reader

CHAPTER 9. "PHILOPHOBIA"

She's ethereal. She's making me feel things that make my heart skip a beat, and there's something about the way she looks at me that makes me want to love her. I mean who wouldn't love her, right? She's incredible. Huh, luckily I'm going to shoot my shot; who knows, she might get bored and leave me to find someone else. Fuck. I'm fortunate to have her, so why waste it, right?

Oh, I'm sitting on her floor, leaning on her bedside cabinet, and she's sound asleep beside me in her bed. I'm not a creep, I swear. It's been a week I didn't have the time to spend the previous days with Scar because my schedule was packed with agendas. That's why I ended up here. I arrived at three a.m. to take her out on a date, and I decided to surprise her by entering her apartment. Just so you know, she gave me an extra key to her apartment, and I reciprocated in case of an emergency, so I'm not like invading her property. Am I?

I looked at her; she was laying on her stomach with her arms and legs splayed across the bed, filling every inch of space, and strands of her hair strewn across her face. I grinned to myself as I softly traced her finely shaped brows with my finger after removing the blonde hair from her face. When I touched her, her nose scrunched up, and then her eyes slowly fluttered open, making me grin even more. Her forest green eyes locked with mine, and her brows furrowed in confusion as she looked at me.

"You creep. The fuck you doing here?" Her voice was hoarse, making her sound sensual as she questioned.

"Oooh, you kiss your mother with that mouth?" I smirked, which made her laugh.

"What are you doing here, what time is it?" She mumbled as she slid her head on her pillow.

"First, I'm here to take my little princess to my secret place, and it's around five o'clock in the morning. So let's go now; I want you to watch the sunrise there because it's be. a. u. ti. ful." I rose from the floor, grabbed her hand, and began dragging her out of the bed, but she gripped the mattress, making it difficult for me to pull her out. "Oh, come on! ... If you wake up, I'll tell you the poem you wanted to hear." She swiftly raised her head from the cushion in response to my words. "Good girl." I just smirked at her as she stared at me with a furious expression.

She stood up from her bed and went to the bathroom to do her morning routine, while I plopped myself on her bed, sighing in relief as my back relaxed on the mattress. Gosh, how long have I been sitting on the floor? I lay there with my eyes closed, going over the things I gonna do on the date.

Okay, picnic basket with a variety of her favorite snacks. Check. Song. Check. Camera. Check. Dignity. Check. Lastly, the crumpled paper on which I scribbled my three wishes. But I'm not sure if I'll use the last one; I've been contemplating for days whether or not to tell her about it, and I've come up to various reactions from her. This means she might either find it adorable that I've had a crush on her since I was seventeen, or she may leave me because it's odd and creepy, or she might assume it's a bet receipt or something. It's half true, but it's not entirely true.

However, when I came here and saw her sleeping peacefully, I said to myself that I want to see her like that when I wake up beside her. That's why I decided that I wanted to be honest with her. I want her, I want to be with her, and for that to happen, she must trust me, therefore I'll tell her my intentions. Honestly. For the past few days, I felt the desperation in falling in love with her, but I'm terrified because of the what-ifs that are clouding my mind. What if she doesn't like me back? What if she thinks I'm a creep? What if-

I was cut off in my thoughts when the bathroom door swung open. Revealing Scarlett in a white towel that has been draped over her freshly bathed body. I propped up my elbows to get a better view of her, and she noticed me staring at her and she smiled smugly. She walked to her closet to choose something to wear.