My hero, my lover.

Chapter 17.

Chapter 17- Serenade.

Closing the door behind me, I stepped into the overly large music room. In the back right corner sat a grand piano that Alan was sitting at flicking through a sheet music book. I was still calm due to the music he was playing a short while ago. I swear that my walk had gained a skip after listening so intently to it. The room was gorgeous and I couldn't help but marvel at the sheer beauty of the room. It was a bit too much though for my liking, it was all too much as I was used to living in such a lower quality house and then all of a sudden upgrading to a full on mansion and one of a more expensive touch to it.

The floors shined as the low sun was casting its rays upon the floor and there were mirrors from floor to ceiling lining one entire wall. Then in a corner, by the door, to the left was a shelf full of violins and other string instruments. Then on the right of the door there was a seemingly golden harp that was in perfect condition and looked completely untouched. They all looked expensive so I forbid myself from touching any of them.

I decided to head over to Alan to see what piece of music he was going to play next. As I stepped closer and closer it became clear that my shoes were making quite the racket as I walked along the marbled floor. He looked up from the book and smiled when he saw that it was me approaching him. I smiled back and walked around behind and slithered my hands round his waist and placed my head on his left shoulder.

"You're a man of many talents. I never knew you could play the piano and I must say you were truly wondrous to behold. I could hear you out in the main hall. Beautiful." He smiled at me and kissed my cheek making me blush and smile.
"And you are beautiful Becca. I can play you a song if you liked." He said making my stomach flutter. Is he planning on serenading me via piano? I would be honoured to hear him play just for me. I looked right into his eyes and noticed there was a hint of love within his eyes and passion as he looked back at me, looking me right in the eyes.

"I would love that. Thank you." He nodded and I took a seat beside him on the bench and watched him flick through the book for an appropriate song to play for me. I saw many classical songs that I recognised but he passed them all one by one, until he came to one that I had never heard of before and placed the book on the holder on top of the piano and he searched for the appropriate keys on the piano before his long, soft fingers stroked the keys and breathed, calming himself before he started playing a wondrous piece of music.

I was instantly shocked at the piece he was playing, my mouth was ajar as I continued to listen intently. I had never heard this piece before nut I wish to hear it again and again, a thousand times over. I want him to play it for me and only me. This would be our song though no one would know it bar me and him. The elegance in which he played in showed his passion for music playing and how into this he was. He must have been really wanting to do this for a while as he sat there playing, eyes closed without looking at the keys but yet he knew which ones to play next. It was truly wondrous to behold. Somewhere throughout him playing this song, tears slid down my shocked face and I never bothered to wipe them away as I was too scared to put him off or cause him to worry.

When he finished playing the piece my mouth was still ajar. I didn't clap but instead looked him right in the eye and he did the same. Then he noticed that my eyes were watery still. He smiled.

"I take it you liked it then?" He said with a little chuckle. I didn't say anything but nodded in response. I was still completely love struck. He laughed and pulled me into him so we were embracing. He stroked my hair while I rested my head on his chest. I took an intake of his smell. It was utterly divine. He smelt like fresh air and not a strong cologne but you knew it was there if you were close enough. I could get used to this and I never wanted this moment to end.

"Becca, no matter what I swear on my life and everyone else that has ever known you, that I will keep you safe and will let no one get to you."

"How do you know you can keep such a promise? What if they come for you Alan? I don't want you getting hurt for my sake." He didn't reply but continued to stroke my hair. I pushed off him a little and looked up into his eyes and he looked down at me. I closed my eyes and we both leaned in, our lips brushed against each other's. This was a perfect moment, tears of happiness and complete and utter love pouring from the both of us and to then top it off, a sweet and yet much needed kiss.

His lips worked wonders and I kissed back just as needy. His hands wound their way round my waist and travelled up and down my spine and my hands wove their way around his neck and into his hair. He licked my bottom lip and without a second thought I let him in, letting him fight for dominance with his tongue. I moaned a little and felt him smirk against my lips. We both pulled apart and rested our foreheads against each other's, panting slightly due to being out of breath. We both wore a satisfied smile upon our faces and sat there contently looking each other in the eyes.

"You're beautiful Becca. I'm glad you're here. I have needed you in my life. Each and every time we met, my need for you in my arms grew but I thought that you didn't like me as much as I did you. This is perfect." I nodded in agreement.

"I felt the same Alan. Always have and always will. I always brought myself to where you was so that I could see you. I had a fixation with coming to see you that my mother just let my addiction with you grow and just ignored me every time I came home telling her that I had seen you yet again. I just can't get over the fact I am here now, in your arms." He smiled and held me tighter and kissed me again.

"I love you Becca."

"And I you, Alan."