She's not afraid (One Direction/Selena Gomez)

chapter 31

I can't fully comprehend that on the other side of that light brown door, few feet away, my fate will be sealed. My hands nervously brush against black tuxedo, as my heart is struggling inside of me. I turn my head to the side; find my dad giving some last instructions to Zayn and Harry. They appear so intimidating and proud as the bright Sicilian sun mercilessly beams down upon us. Soft breeze mildly irritated the steamy climate, while sea could be detected in the radiant air.

The atmosphere around us is tensing with each tick of a clock, and even the locals seems to have knowledge of what is about to happen, because my eyes spotted only a handful of people walking down the narrow street.

A hand rested on my shoulder, in an instant I look away from cobblestone street, and turn to the owner of a hand. My eyes meet brown ones that belong to my dad.

"Are you ready?" He asked with care. I sigh heavily and nod. "Good. Let's go now," he instructed with formal tone and begins to walk into the restaurant, I follow close behind. My black high heels only source of the noise.

Strong scent of coffee crashed with my nose, and feeble light of indoors filled my vision as soon as I stepped into a medium-sized room. Old looking dark brown bar so prominently standing across from me, as dark brown tables with cushioned chairs were scattered around the space, dirty green color gave the room a touch of long lasted tradition.

I gradually turn my whole body to the side, and in the middle of it all I see him. Instantly my breath ceases, and my stomach plunge uncomfortably. When I notice that he comes to us, I froze on the spot. He offers my dad a hand, hesitantly they shake their hands.

I feel a hand on my lower back, at the touch I snap my eyes to make a facial recognition. Harry's pale green eyes staring down at me with so much intensity that somewhat forced my brain to pick itself together; my composure is back. I take deep breath through my nose and gaze back at my dad and him.

"Dante, this is my beautiful daughter Juliet, but as I was informed you two already know each other." My dad announced, as he steps aside, now Dante is straight before me.

Dante's ocean blue eyes meet mine, and I look deep into the bluest pair of eyes; not a cloud diminished the shade of the vast sea. Its blue and endless abyss drowning me in its sparkling depths. My heart thumps erratically, while my breath evaporated from my lungs. We only stare at one another that flourished a red in my cheeks.

"Juliet!" He suddenly breaths out, faint trace of a smile lightened his rectangular face.

His voice brought an eagerness to me, I step forward and grab him in a hug. His hands tighten its hold on me. Way too familiar cologne awoke positive emotions in my heart. Only now I fathomed how much I had really missed him. A little while longer and I pull away, because the memory of our last encounter washed through my head, causing aggression to mildly take over.

I cross my arms over my chest, muttering: "So Dante..." instantly he interrupts, "Dante huh? Before you say anything, I need you to know that I'm so sorry Jules." His sincerity disarmed me briefly.

I shake my head and go to speak once again: "I'm angry with you, so yeah Dante and this apology solves nothing!" I narrow my eyes at him that only seems to amuse him more. At his reaction my temper flared and I glare at him: "Why did you banish me from your life?" I questioned keeping my tone firm.

He watches me with interest, trying to unravel the workings of my mind, like so many times before when we were still friends. He sighs heavily short moments later, his expression fades into one of regret: "I'm sorry Jules, I really am, but it was for your own good."

My lips part in thought, I gradually grimace in confusion as I ask: "But, how it was for my own good Romeo?"

He gives me a gentle gaze: "You will find out soon. So that means you're not that angry with me?" Hopefulness runs through his eyes.