In Your Eyes
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tattooedsirenTitle: In Your Eyes
Ships: Zac/Nikki
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Do I really need to say that I'm not these people, I don't know these people, and everything within is a work of fiction? Didn't think so.
Summary: When you looked into my eyes, I felt like you were the only one who saw the real me. You didn’t see who I could be, you didn’t see who you wanted me to be, you saw me, exactly as I am.
Authors Notes: In my mind this is set in a year or two from now. Inspired by In Her Eyes by Josh Groban. A big thankyou to everyone who read and reviewed my first attempt at Zac/Nikki. This is for you guys. Enjoy!
Little Darling,
The eyes are the windows to the soul.
How many times have I heard that expression? And never once did I actually get it. Until you.
When you looked into my eyes, I felt like you were the only one who saw the real me. You didn’t see who I could be, you didn’t see who you wanted me to be, you saw me, exactly as I am.
The truth is, despite all the fame and the wealth and the fangirls (yes, I rolled my eyes writing that), no one really knows who I am. I’m like this image, almost holographic for all the depth people perceive in me. But you, ever since the first moment we met, you saw the truth in me, good and bad, and I think you were the first to do so.
I’ve been so many people in my short life. Son. Brother. Idol. Co-worker. Gimmick. Commodity. But you were the only person who made me feel like a man.
The truth is, I’m just an ordinary guy. I have average talent and above average looks. I’m not a hero. I’m not an angel. I’m just a man. A man who is in love with you.
There I said it (okay, wrote it, but that doesn’t lessen the impact, does it?). I’m in love with you. And if I know you as well as I think I do, right now you are either trying not to cry or shaking your head in disbelief.
In case it’s the latter, let me elaborate.
I never imagined meeting someone like you. You are confident but not arrogant. Beautiful but not flashy. Real but not boring. You are everything I didn’t know I needed. I’ve never felt so instantly connected to someone before. You are the only one I listen to – your advice and comments and ideas are the only truth I need. You make me a stronger person.
So there it is. I’ve finally admitted it to you. My heart is pounding in my chest and I wouldn’t be surprised if you couldn’t read my handwriting from the way my hands are shaking.
I wanted to tell you in person, but I knew that the words would come out all wrong. Or worse, I would give you my soul, and see your expression immediately become pained as you quickly calculated how to tell me you didn’t return my feelings without hurting me.
So, I guess this letter could be one of two things. It could be a sweet letter you got from your best friend, which you keep buried in your desk, maybe reading it once every few years and smiling for the poor boy you couldn’t love. Or it could be the first love letter from your best friend, soul mate and future husband. It’s up to you.
Just know that, no matter what happens, I will always be thankful for you. In your eyes, I saw my true self. In your eyes, I found the woman I was meant to love.
All my love,
Z
***
My dearest Zac,
When I got your letter, the first thing I wanted to do was jump on a plane to LA. But I also wanted to send you something as beautiful as you sent me.
You are the sweetest, most amazing man I know. I hate that Disney and your ex and the industry make you doubt yourself. You are so much better than all of them. Remember that. When you get lost in this cartoon land of mystery, and your own reflection doesn’t make sense any more, remember me, picture my face in your mind, and I promise the world will make sense again.
I have to say that your letter came as quite a surprise. Every time we see each other and I look into your eyes I see this incredible man who is so generous and real and exquisite. But then, a few days later when you have to go back to LA or I have to go back to NY, my heart breaks at the idea of not seeing you again. I could never have hoped that you might feel the same way I do.
I never told you this, but I was so anxious about working with you. I can admit now that I had some pre-conceived notions of you, not all of them good, and I’m so sorry for that. I could never have anticipated that not only would you turn out to be my best friend, but so much more.
So yes, I guess what I’m trying to say, is that I love you too.
I can’t believe I actually said it (wrote it, whatever). Sometimes I think I loved you from the moment we met. I worried that maybe it was a trick of the mind, that I was getting too into my character when falling for you. But as the months passed, and shooting was over and we kept talking and hanging out, I still felt the same and I knew it was real.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Now that I’ve admitted it I can’t seem to stop writing it. I understand exactly how you felt when writing your letter – I think my heart might explode in my chest from how fast it’s beating.
It occurs to me at this point that I should probably start worrying about so many things – how this will work when we live on opposite sides of the country, how this will negatively impact your career, that maybe its not as real as I think it is. But I can’t worry about all that now. All I can do is feel light-headed and madly in love.
I want to write more, but I think you have rendered me speechless. Shocking, I know, but if anyone could do it, it’s you.
I love you.
Yours for always,
NikkiB
PS. Open your front door
Ships: Zac/Nikki
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Do I really need to say that I'm not these people, I don't know these people, and everything within is a work of fiction? Didn't think so.
Summary: When you looked into my eyes, I felt like you were the only one who saw the real me. You didn’t see who I could be, you didn’t see who you wanted me to be, you saw me, exactly as I am.
Authors Notes: In my mind this is set in a year or two from now. Inspired by In Her Eyes by Josh Groban. A big thankyou to everyone who read and reviewed my first attempt at Zac/Nikki. This is for you guys. Enjoy!
Little Darling,
The eyes are the windows to the soul.
How many times have I heard that expression? And never once did I actually get it. Until you.
When you looked into my eyes, I felt like you were the only one who saw the real me. You didn’t see who I could be, you didn’t see who you wanted me to be, you saw me, exactly as I am.
The truth is, despite all the fame and the wealth and the fangirls (yes, I rolled my eyes writing that), no one really knows who I am. I’m like this image, almost holographic for all the depth people perceive in me. But you, ever since the first moment we met, you saw the truth in me, good and bad, and I think you were the first to do so.
I’ve been so many people in my short life. Son. Brother. Idol. Co-worker. Gimmick. Commodity. But you were the only person who made me feel like a man.
The truth is, I’m just an ordinary guy. I have average talent and above average looks. I’m not a hero. I’m not an angel. I’m just a man. A man who is in love with you.
There I said it (okay, wrote it, but that doesn’t lessen the impact, does it?). I’m in love with you. And if I know you as well as I think I do, right now you are either trying not to cry or shaking your head in disbelief.
In case it’s the latter, let me elaborate.
I never imagined meeting someone like you. You are confident but not arrogant. Beautiful but not flashy. Real but not boring. You are everything I didn’t know I needed. I’ve never felt so instantly connected to someone before. You are the only one I listen to – your advice and comments and ideas are the only truth I need. You make me a stronger person.
So there it is. I’ve finally admitted it to you. My heart is pounding in my chest and I wouldn’t be surprised if you couldn’t read my handwriting from the way my hands are shaking.
I wanted to tell you in person, but I knew that the words would come out all wrong. Or worse, I would give you my soul, and see your expression immediately become pained as you quickly calculated how to tell me you didn’t return my feelings without hurting me.
So, I guess this letter could be one of two things. It could be a sweet letter you got from your best friend, which you keep buried in your desk, maybe reading it once every few years and smiling for the poor boy you couldn’t love. Or it could be the first love letter from your best friend, soul mate and future husband. It’s up to you.
Just know that, no matter what happens, I will always be thankful for you. In your eyes, I saw my true self. In your eyes, I found the woman I was meant to love.
All my love,
Z
My dearest Zac,
When I got your letter, the first thing I wanted to do was jump on a plane to LA. But I also wanted to send you something as beautiful as you sent me.
You are the sweetest, most amazing man I know. I hate that Disney and your ex and the industry make you doubt yourself. You are so much better than all of them. Remember that. When you get lost in this cartoon land of mystery, and your own reflection doesn’t make sense any more, remember me, picture my face in your mind, and I promise the world will make sense again.
I have to say that your letter came as quite a surprise. Every time we see each other and I look into your eyes I see this incredible man who is so generous and real and exquisite. But then, a few days later when you have to go back to LA or I have to go back to NY, my heart breaks at the idea of not seeing you again. I could never have hoped that you might feel the same way I do.
I never told you this, but I was so anxious about working with you. I can admit now that I had some pre-conceived notions of you, not all of them good, and I’m so sorry for that. I could never have anticipated that not only would you turn out to be my best friend, but so much more.
So yes, I guess what I’m trying to say, is that I love you too.
I can’t believe I actually said it (wrote it, whatever). Sometimes I think I loved you from the moment we met. I worried that maybe it was a trick of the mind, that I was getting too into my character when falling for you. But as the months passed, and shooting was over and we kept talking and hanging out, I still felt the same and I knew it was real.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Now that I’ve admitted it I can’t seem to stop writing it. I understand exactly how you felt when writing your letter – I think my heart might explode in my chest from how fast it’s beating.
It occurs to me at this point that I should probably start worrying about so many things – how this will work when we live on opposite sides of the country, how this will negatively impact your career, that maybe its not as real as I think it is. But I can’t worry about all that now. All I can do is feel light-headed and madly in love.
I want to write more, but I think you have rendered me speechless. Shocking, I know, but if anyone could do it, it’s you.
I love you.
Yours for always,
NikkiB
PS. Open your front door
