"I don't feel like going home," Helen suddenly says.
I glance at her, confused. "You don't want to go home?"
She shakes her head. "Let's find a quiet place where we can watch the sunrise."
For me there is no problem, in fact it is a fantastic thing, but her parents will wonder what happened to her. "You sure?"
"Yup. I want to stay with you," and she smiles at me. I make her angry all the time, it is difficult for her to give me such a real and bright smile.
"All right." I take her hand and bring it to my lips, she blushes when I kiss her gently.
The journey is silent until Helen asks me to turn on the radio. I do and the song that starts is Yellow by Coldplay. It is a beautiful song, one that should never be dedicated.
Helen hums softly as she looks out the window and plays with her hair between her fingers.
"Sing, I'm listening to you," I tell her.
She clears her throat. She starts singing, really singing.
Her voice is beautiful, she makes me feel in heaven. I'd listen to her for hours and hours without ever getting tired, without ever having enough. She sings with so much lightheartedness as she stares at the street in front of us, from time to time she closes her eyes and identifies with the words of the poem that is this song.
Who knows what she thinks while she sings it, I wonder. Because every word, now that she is here beside me under the starry night sky, reminds me of her, I can't help but think of her.
I know this is going to be a huge mistake, but for now all I want to think about is how good we are right now.
Two weeks. Two weeks of confusion between us. Only now do I realize what this girl is doing to me.
Helen is slowly managing to melt my heart, my soul. I have to admit I'm a little scared, but it's just happening, I can't help it. She does it without even realizing it, with her smiles, her voice...
I'm starting to lose my mind, really lose it.
What I'm trying to say is... I think I'm falling in love with her.
Fuck, this word is so weird to me, maybe I never used it in my life, but now I have to. There is no other way to describe how I feel.
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We are standing in the middle of a lawn, we have lowered the rear seats and now we are lying in the trunk, the door open. I don't know why but I had a blanket in the car so we cover ourselves with that.
Helen plays with my hair as she continues humming the songs that are heard in the background. It's relaxing, a great feeling.
"Harry," she says, and she runs a thumb on my cheek.
I open my eyes and look at her, turning on my side towards her. I wait for her to speak.
She rolls a lock of my hair around her index finger, supports herself on one elbow. "Have you ever fallen in love?"
What? Why would she want to know?
"Not yet." I believe it will happen soon though. "And you?" I ask her.
She giggles. "Me neither." She pauses for a few seconds to observe the sky. "I'm afraid."
I look at her confused. "You are afraid? Of what?" I say softly.
"I'm afraid of falling in love..." She releases a breath. She doesn't look at me. She puts her hand to her face and starts to wipe away a tear.
I sit up. I take her face in her hands. "Hey hey..." she's crying.
She covers herself with her hands. "Please, I don't want you to see me like this," she says in a broken voice.
I take her hands off her face. "It's not like I've never seen you cry."
She sniffles. "I know, Harry... but it's different this time."
Maybe I'm wrong but I think I understand the problem.
"Helen, you're not just crying about that. Tell me what's the problem and we could talk about it together, right?" I give her a slight understanding smile.
She swallows, she takes a breath to calm down a little. "Harry, promise me that if I tell you you won't ask any questions, you won't take me for a fool."
"I promise, but you have to look me in the eye."
She looks me straight into the eyes with her blue eyes and takes my hands. "I'm not afraid of falling in love. I'm afraid of falling in love with you... "
Wait... what?! No, it's not possible.
"Why on earth would you fall in love with—" I start to say.
"You didn't have to ask questions," she reminds me, interrupting me. "You think I am stupid, don't you?"
I shake my head. "You're not, you're not stupid at all."
I put a lock of her hair behind her ear and my other hand on her face. I lean towards her and our foreheads touch. Her breath is heavy on my lips.
"Just kiss me," she orders, but in a trembling voice.
I do it, without hesitating for a moment. It is not a simple kiss, it's full of passion, feeling and I dare to say love.
Maybe that's just how love is. Full of passion, happiness, delicacy, but yet so confused, strange, painful. And forbidden. We shouldn't be here while we're starting to love each other.
We lie back under the blanket, Helen with her head resting on my chest, me stroking her hair.
"I'm not falling in love yet, I just said it could happen," she says in a sleepy voice.
After a few minutes I say something I shouldn't have. "But I have fallen already."
She has her eyes closed heavily, she is sleeping, maybe she hasn't heard. Instead I am wrong, because a slight smile appears on her perfect lips.
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Unexpected
Teen Fiction*English version* Helen Scott's life has never been complicated. Her parents are nice people, they both have well-paying jobs and love their daughter unconditionally. Helen has good grades, many passions and a powerful character. She is a beautiful...
