evening stroll b.h
summary: you and ben hardy take a lil stroll together and revel in each other’s company.
warnings: none besides cute relationship tings
word count: 961
a/n: hey guys. it’s been… a long time. i was going to log out of this account on my computer when i found this in my drafts. i thought i had queued it up before i took a break from writing, but apparently not. so i edited it very lazily and decided to post it :) i miss you all and i miss writing. if you do by some miracle see this, thank you for following me/reading my work/etc. i love you i hope you’re doing well.
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the TV was on in the background of your conversation with ben, a low mumble that sent sound waves into the air that settled gently in the space around you as you gazed at the blonde man across the kitchen.
it was the middle of autumn in new york city; the leaves were the most spectacular colors of red and orange and yellow and the air smelt of pumpkins and apple cider. every breath you took while standing outside was crisp; it felt like the first bite of a bitter-sweet apple when you stepped out first thing in the morning.
you were sitting on the counter, lazily spooning the vanilla ice cream into your mouth as you listened to ben talk. he was wearing that one mustard colored sweater you liked. you were positive he wore it on purpose just to make you smile a little bit.
his hair was growing in longer now; he had finished filming 6 underground and got to stop shaving the sides of his blonde locks and they were fuller and curlier than ever.
his low voice drifted across the island in the kitchen as you both talked about anything and everything. you were trying to catch up and remember what it’s like to live in each other’s presence after he recently arrived home from filming his most recent movie.
the conversation with ben was easy; rather, your whole relationship with ben was easy. everything about him was simplistic and never complicated. you could talk and bicker for hours but also sit in silence for days. it was never awkward with ben, never uncomfortable or weird.
you’ve never really believed in reincarnation but you’re almost postive in some past life you and ben had been soulmates, because how do two people manage to date and live together for as long as you have with absolutely no issues?
you’ve never had a real fight, never drifted or had to worry about if the spark was dying out.
like you said. being with ben was simple.
ben’s piercing eye contact and expectant expression drew you from your thoughts as he giggled at your lack of comprehension.
“what? sorry i got distracted,” you mumbled, taking a sip of the decaf coffee that was beginning to get a little too cold and was losing its appeal.
“i can tell,” he giggled, which made your heart flutter.
you hummed, pushing yourself off the counter and making your way over to the tall brit. you put your coffee mug down and made yourself at home in his arms which he had quickly wrapped around you.
he smelt so authentically like ben that you couldn’t help the smile that made its way to your cheeks. he looked down at you and couldn’t help but smile as well. you just had that effect on him.
you and ben slowly made your way over to the window, looking outside at the spectacular colored leaves on the trees and the remaining people rushing to get home in the cold. the sun was going to be setting in a few minutes.
“let’s go for a walk,” you spoke suddenly, causing ben to raise his eyebrows.
“at this hour?” he questioned amusedly, finishing up his cup of coffee. you nodded eagerly. you could see the gears turning in his brain as he pondered your offer.
“alright. let’s grab our coats and hats then, it’s quite chilly out,” you nodded with agreement as you slipped on your fluffy winter coat and a beanie you stole from ben’s collection.
“you might want to bring some gloves, it’s getting colder as the sun sets darling,” ben advised. you were stubborn though, and shook your head. you’d be perfectly fine without them.
you both promptly left your house, locking the door on the way out and you traveled down the steps and onto the sidewalk. the chilled air slapped you both in the face, your skin already reddening in it’s frigid hold.
you walked in silence for awhile, admiring the halloween decorations that were set up in the yards and on the porches that you passed. you caught yourself admiring ben a lot, too.
somehow, he never got tired of your spontaneous compulsions to go on walks in the very cold weather, or to go get chinese takeout at 2 in the morning. he never rolled his eyes or lost his patience. he just cared so much. it was hard for you to comprehend how he chooses to spend his life with you.
as you continued walking and the sky turned from pinks and purple to black, your fingers were completely numb. your pride stopped you from saying anything to ben for awhile, but now you needed some type fo warmth. all you had to do was lift your hands and look at him with a pout before he was taking off his gloves and handing them to you. not one eye roll or sigh. just immediate action.
maybe you were just extra emotional, but as he wrapped his arm around you while you slipped the already warm gloves on. you felt pin pricks in your fingertips as they warmed up and you felt them in your heart as well.
you never quite understood the meaning of love. but this, whatever you felt when you were around ben, was most definitely love. sometimes it’s comforting one in their deepest darkest times of need, and sometimes it’s running out in the rain to stop them from getting on an airplane and leaving.
but other times, it’s simply giving up your gloves on a cold autumn night just because the person you love needs them too.
