PEPPERY HAIR - An Alan Rickman fanfic.

Chapter 1 - Man in the harbour

Chapter 1!  Enjoy and feel it :) Don't forget to vote!      

Italy, Tuscany

I stood there, excited, nervous, sweaty and dirty from the kitchen. It was a great honor, I felt better than ever. Still, the nervousness inside of me was flaring, as if I was going to simply explode in the next few seconds. I don't know if it was the adrenaline or the unbearable temperature that was just warming up the whole of Italy. Maybe it was just me who was hot, but it didn't matter. I was sure the cream was all over my forehead, but this was a big day for me. 

I was a bundle of excitement as I just kept going and watching this gorgeous man who had booked a room at my hotel. The hotel wasn't there long, I bought a nearly dilapidated building that I just fixed up and made it into this beautiful place. I was hard on myself, always wanting to prove what I wanted and at this moment a British actor, this handsome charming British man with a charming face, peppery hair and a beautiful smile was going to the hotel I owned.

When he climbed out of that boat, I thought I was going to pass out at that moment. when he looked at my face with those beautiful eyes and put that beautiful smile on his face, I was a little short of melting. This is exactly how I pictured it, except wearing an apron was the last thing I wanted, but there was nothing I could do. It was all in such a rush, as it always is when someone as handsome and famous and rich as Mr. Rickman comes to our hotel. I think it was done on purpose, a young goofy girl getting her comeuppance. Ha, how funny, like in the books about the dirty cream women who meet the love of their life at that moment.

I looked at him, he looked at me. Our eyes met, he scanned me from head to toe, just to find something that resembled the hotel manager, it's me, it really is. My eyes dropped as I looked him over as much as he looked me over. White trousers that didn't match the mountain that was here, it seems short pants are not his favorite thing to wear. A blue shirt that matched the pants perfectly and made up for the flaws the pants had. His hair fluttered in the wind, and started to flutter even more the moment he put on the glasses that had kept his hair neat and coiffed just a few seconds ago.

I swallowed again, but quieter this time because he was approaching me with a fox-like stride, cautious but confident and self-assured. My heart began to beat loudly as I tried to look completely natural, my brown hair flying around my face like I had just blow-dried it. My nose wrinkled with nervousness as did my petite figure when he was about a foot away from me. 

He was standing across from me, about a foot away. He was tall, very tall. His broad shoulders gave him a powerful appearance, as did his belly, which was only there because of his age. His wristwatch, beautiful, delicate, elegant and very tasteful. I was so intrigued that I stayed looking for a while, but not too long so I wouldn't be a fool. His hand reached out to me, and to me it was absolutely incredible to see such a petite man crouching over my petite figure, a beautiful leather bag in one hand, he looked absolutely stunning.

"Welcome to the Hotel Dal Sentoro, I am overjoyed that you have chosen the hotel I own." I spoke, but I was sure I looked like a complete fool, because my voice was stuttering on every word, and I looked like a completely uncivilized person, nervousness just took over.

"Thank you, that's very kind." He said and I almost fainted, his voice was like music to my ears. Heavenly music, and he was the angel I suppose.

"It's really very flattering that you chose mine out of all the hotels in the area. " I said, trying to look more natural than in my welcome speech. I was breathing very fast, but I knew how to hide it well, or so I thought. I'm not sure what I looked like at the moment, but it was very clear that it wasn't very amazing.