Laundry

Blair was crying.

While sitting in a puddle of soapy water and surrounded by dirty clothes. The person who claim she could fight voldemort was crying, because of laundry.

It had been days since they got married and Blair was having time of life while living with Calvin. He was just so active in household work. She didn't have to lift a finger and not to forget his five star Michelin like food.

She felt guilty for not helping around the house so she volenteered to do the grocery shopping but Calvin made her stop after one day because she messed up between scallions and wild reek. Which 'absolutely ruined his special dish' in his words. She didn't understand what the deal was, both were long and green.

Since that day she would always accompany him to the market to learn 'the art of grocery shopping'. Again, his words.

Now, there was one thing that was bothering her. The pile of dirty clothes that she had gathered. She didn't know how to do laundry. She thought of asking Mary or Tris but she didn't want Calvin to find out or else he would say "You're hopeless." Again.

She heard those words from his mouth so frequently, they were imprinted in her mind. But it wasn't her fault that he was just so good at everything. He shopped like a middle aged lady, cooked like Gordan Ramsay and cleaned like Monica Geller. Also, nagged like a mom.

"Blair, stack up your papers, they are everywhere."

"Get out, didn't I tell you not to enter the kitchen when I am cooking."

"For the last time, put your towel in the dryer after you are done!"

Sometimes she would volentarily make a mess just to irritate him. It was a revenge for calling her hopeless all the time.

She had always lived a sheltered life. From her morning slippers to her arranged wardrobe, everything was done by the maids. Her uncle spoiled her to no end. Maybe that was the reason why she lacked general life skills.

She took help of a youtube video for doing her laundry. It had 2 million views. Somehow it made her feel better that she wasn't alone. There were another 2 million people who didn't know how to do laundry.

Following the video she filled a tub with soapy water to soak her whites. "Come here..." She mumbled while trying to reach a shirt, which had fallen out of the basket. She used edge of the tub for support while leaning forward to grab the shirt. And in an instant it flipped, causing water and clothes to spread out everywhere.

She put a hand on ground to support her weight as she tried to stand up but the water covered floor cause her to fall again on her butt. She let out a loud scream.

Minutes later, Calvin entered. "What are you doing?" He questioned, definitely not impressed by the site in front of him. Floor was coated with soapy water. Blair was there, sitting on the floor surrounded by dirty clothes. Her white oversized tshirt and pajama shorts were soaked and her messy bun was really living upto it's name.

He didn't know why, but for some reason he found her really cute.

"Why are you so...."

"Go ahead, say that I am hopeless."

"Cute." She started at him in disbelief. Did he just call her cute while she sat there looking like she took a swim in the drain.

"Why are you crying dummy, it's just laundry." He chuckled. Wearing a pair of rubber slippers, he walked carefully through the water. Looking at her with a small smile, he extended his hand.

"Come on, I will help you." As she was about to take his hand. He pulled it back making her frown.

"What?!" She exclaimed.

"I am sorry but I can't hold your hand." He answered with a serious expression. Her frown deepend.

"And why is that?" She asked raising her brows.

"Did you forget, I am not allowed to touch you." He pursed his lips that were threatening to form a smile. She bit back a harsh reply. She needed his help so she had to be patient. Heaving a deep sigh, she raised her hands. "Calvin, please touch me." It was only after the words left her mouth did she realise how wrong and dirty it sounded.

Not being able to control himself anymore, he bursted out laughing. "I didn't mean it like that you pervert." She held her rose kissed cheeks in embarrassment.

"Just forget it, pull me up."

He held her elbows and pulled her towards him, a hand supporting her waist. She got on her feet, barely breathing due to their closeness. He smelled like aftershave and pine, so fresh. Knowing she probably reeked of detergent powder, she took a step back.

"My eyes hurt." She complained. The water was making her eyes burn. He held his long sleeves in his palm, cupped her face and gently dabbed it on her eyes and then all over her face. Using a finger he lifted her face and gently blew air in her squinting eyes.

"Better now?" She nodded.

Taking his hands off, he looked at her up and down. He bit his lip and gulped making his Adams apple bounce. "Go and get changed, you will get sick." His eyes look everywhere but at her.

"Let me clean this up first."

As she was about to bend down to pick up her clothes he grabbed her arm. "Go. Change." She wanted to question his behaviour but figured out it wasn't the right time after observing his expression. His eyes looked darker and his jaw was clenched tightly.

"What's with him?" She talked to herself while walking towards their room. The moment she entered the room and saw her reflection in the full sized mirror, all her questions disappeared.

Her plain white tshirt was sticking to her body like a sticker. Her torso was completely exposed revealing her purple lacy bra. She found the reason behind his strange behaviour. 'He saw everything.' she wanted to dig up a hole and bury herself. How could she face him again after that embarrassing moment.

Gathering up her courage she entered the laundry room once again, wearing a green shirt and faded jeans. By the time she reached there, he had already done everything. Her whites were soaked in the tub and the washing machine was running with her other clothes inside. He stood there holding a mop, trying to clean the floor.

She grabbed another mop from a corner and began mopping. If the incident earlier wasn't enough, the thought that he might have seen her underwear made her feel even worse. But she didn't say anything to avoid an awkward confrontation.

"Stop acting all awkward." His tone was surprisingly calm as if he didn't just see her half naked. But then it wasn't his first time seeing a half naked woman.

"Don't worry, I didn't see anything." Lies. He did see everything. From her dripping, tempting neck to those defined collarbones, her purple bra and her soft looking waist. He stood petrified for a moment after having a look at her goddess like body. Wild thoughts invaded his mind. Afterall he was just a normal man with desires.

"I mean I did see something but... but...." Suddenly he pushed his mop aside, letting it fall on the ground.

"I want this properly cleaned up." With that he stormed out of the room almost tripping on his own leg. But he didn't have time to think. He needed to get out before he did something she might not like.

'Stupid Blair and her stupid rules!'

...

"Blair, Blair, Blair! I am fucking sick with it!" The person exclaimed in anger banging their first on the brown oak table. "What's so darn special about her!? Why does everything revolve around her? That's it, I am done with the good person act." They took out their phone and began to type something.

Blair Cartier, you better watch your back.