Rock With You: A Love Story

perfume air

I grab my make up bag and all my toiletries and run into the bathrooms, my dress hanging off my arm.
I shut and lock the door behind me. I don't want Michael to see me until I was ready, so I could see his reaction.
This is the first time I've seen this room, and it's just as extravagant as the rest of the penthouse. The floor is covered in mosaic patterned tiles, everything sparkling. There's a shower big enough for 4, a vintage bath tub on legs and a glossy sink with a large, round mirror above it.
I throw my hair back into a messy bun and begin my makeup in the mirror. I sit in the sink so that I can be closer to the mirror. Luckily I'm only 5"2 so it's a comfortable fit.
I apply my base makeup and add some contour to chisel out my cheekbones. I then lightly add some brow pencil, silver eyeshadow and mascara. The shadow matches my dress perfectly. I apply a think layer of nude lipgloss and take out my bun.
I fiddle around with it in the big mirror and decide to straighten it.
Of course, I look down and see a straightener, curler, crimper and hairdryer laid out. They look brand new.
I plug in the straightener and let it heat up while I get changed.
I slip on the silver dress, and squeal with excitement. When in the dress, I feel like a princess. I feel like all my insecurities are gone when in a dress like this, it hangs round my hips nicely and makes me look so elegant. I feel, what my mum would call, "high class and chic."
I hear the straightener beep signalling it's ready. I brush through my hair with a hotel hairbrush, of course they have that too, it even has the logo on it. It makes my head turn into almost a frizzy Afro. Thank god straighteners exist.
The straightener glides through my hair, leaving a glossy, sheen behind on my hair.
I spray on a sweet perfume, and inhale its heavenly fumes. I sigh with pure joy.
I actually feel beautiful, although I still don't reach up to Michael's level of perfection. I wonder what he'll be wearing tonight....

Michael's POV

Belle dashes off to get ready for our date, while I smile watching her little legs go.
As I hear her lock herself in the bathroom to get ready, I realise how lucky I am.
Belle is the sweetest, funniest, most beautiful girl or person I've ever known and she's mine. Well, not yet.
She's so adorable and small, yet has a massive personality. I'm so proud of her and to be associated with her. I will never get sick of our deep conversations or laughing fits. I could talk to her for hours and it not be enough. I've only known her around 3 weeks, but the majority of that it was just us getting to know each other. But I feel like I've known her forever, and I know she feels the same way.
I rummage in my shopping bags to pull out the suit I bought today. Belle hasn't seen it as I bought it while she was looking in the Women's section.
It's all black, with a red armband striped on the left arm. I then have a black shirt and red tie to match the armband.
I go into the bedroom and get changed into my suit, because Belle's in the bathroom. I hear her moving around and squealing. She melts my heart.
Once in my suit, I let my curls down loose. I usually tie them back, but it's a special occasion.
I spritz on a cologne I got today, into my wrists and neck, I hope she likes it.
It takes me much less time to get ready than her, so while I wait I sit on the end of the bed and switch on the TV opposite. I flick through the channels for a few minutes when I hear the door unlock.
I quickly turn my head to see Belle stood in the doorway, in the silver dress. She straightened her long, dark hair and it's in a middle part flowing down her back. She's done her makeup, she looks so beautiful it takes my breath away.
How am I so lucky?
"Wow. Belle. You look...wow." I'm completely lost for words. She blushes cutely and all I wanna do is make her mine.
"Thank you Mike. You look pretty breathtaking yourself", She says as she struts up to me, "I love you're hair down." She says, running her fingers through my hair.
"I love you're hair in general, baby." I respond, speaking the truth.
"I just need to put on my shoes, one sec" She says as she enters the kitchen.
She spins walks out, wearing silver, sparkly heels. Her feet click on the ground.
"God, you're beautiful." I say, shaking my head looking her up and down.
She's now up to my shoulders, even in heels. It's completely adorable.
She walks up to me and kisses me, her palm flat on my chest. I take her hand in mine.
"Shall we?" I say smiling.
"We shall" she responds.
We make our way out the door and down to the lobby.
We have a ton of security following us, but as long as we're safe it doesn't bother me.
We hop in the taxi and get escorted to the restaurant I picked to surprise her. My girl.
The limo is filled with the scent of her perfume, and it's smells like heaven.
We sip the complementary champagne and talk the whole way.
We finally arrive and I step out first, putting my hand out so she can follow me.
We intertwine fingers and walk into the glass double doors.
This is the night, I'm gonna ask her to be my girl.