𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 | 𝓟𝓮𝓭𝓻𝓸 𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓵 |

Madness

The hours have passed. I went out for a while with Sophia to update her on everything. It's almost nine o'clock at night and I haven't had news from him, I guess he's exhausted.

"I still can't believe you haven't seen the Narcos series". My friend reproaches me. "When we get home it's going to be the first thing you'll do".

"I've already tried it, I'm not hooked".

She smiles mischievously. "That's because you haven't reached the interesting chapter of Javier Peña".

"I've already told you I don't want anything with him".

She nudges me. We're sitting on a bench in front of the river, there's an incredible view, and just few people pass by. "Ale, he drives you crazy and you can't keep denying it, even before you knew who he is, you almost took him to bed".

"I don't... I don't want to, and I dont know him at all".

She gets up. "Do whatever you want". She picks up her bag. "I'm going back to the hotel, are you coming?".

"I'm staying a little longer, I need some calm, we'll talk tomorrow".

Without another word, she leaves on her way to the hotel. I rest my elbows on my knees and hold my face in my hands. It's been a long time since I've felt so many emotions together, and I don't even know what they mean.

Someone sits next to me, I remove my bag so as not to disturb. He crosses his legs and puts one of his arms on the backrest behind me.

"Were you waiting for me?". That voice...  "I've seen you from my hotel". He points to a building on my left.

"I... I thought you didn't want to see me, maybe you'd be tired".

He moves a little closer to me. "Ever since you left this morning I've wanted to see you again". He strokes my cheek with his thumb. "What's the matter?".

"I don't know, Pedro".

"You know you can tell me anything you want. Was it Matteo? Did he do something to you?". Says, and for a moment I freak out, until I remember I did tell him my whole life yesterday.

A slight sigh comes out of my mouth. "It's you". He looks at me attentively without saying anything. "Is it possible to feel so much for someone you've just met? Doesn't it take time to fall in love with someone? I mean, I don't know a shit about you, just your work".

His face becomes serious, somewhat surprised. "Are you... Have you fallen in love? With me?".

I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know, it sounds like it's too much if you say it like that". I stand up and start to walk around in small circles. "I've been with this guy since forever, I guess I've just forgotten what's like to feel this things again".

"Ale... ".

"It can't be, I've been in Matteos' hands for so long that my body doesn't know what it's like to relate to a new person". I nervously play with my hair. "It has to be that, and don't be offended, you are an incredible person, gorgeous of course, but this is not logical, it doesn't make sense".

"Alessa...". Repeats, lengthening the second letter of my name.

I shake my head. "Besides, I didn't know anything about you a day ago and I already felt something". I gesture with my hands. "Okay, I know your name, I know you're a famous actor, but nothing more, I've been so selfish that I haven't even bothered to ask you how you are".

He stands up smiling, calm. "Would you just shut up". Without realizing it, with a hand on my waist, he pulls me close to his body and shuts me up with a kiss. I close my eyes. He weakens me, he can make what he want with me. I stretch my arms over his shoulders and let myself follow the moment. His hands protect me, they embrace my waist.

We separate slightly becauso of lack of air, he rests his forehead on mine. "I like you, you look beautiful when you're nervous". He runs his thumb over my lips and lifts my face. "Alessa, of course it's possible to fall in love in two days, I was already in love as soon as I saw you enter that place". He smiles. "It's kind of dangerous, because it may end good, or bad, but trust me it's possible".

"But I... ".

He interrupts me again with a kiss, this time without tongue. "Stay with me, I have contacts in fashion companies, my sister is married to the director of one".

"I have my life half done Pedro, I can't just say I'm staying and that's it".

"Stop saying you can't". We're both short of breath. "I'll help you with whatever you want, but don't go, stay with me, it would drive me crazy if you left".

I take a few steps back to separate from him. "Don't do that to me, don't manipulate me like that". I point him. "Not like that".

My eyes glaze over. "I don't manipulate you". He takes my hand. "Look, today was my last day of filming here in London, in five days I'm flying to Canada to finish filming the series". He pulls me closer to him. "Let me come with you to Italy, I'll help you with everything, and then you'll come with me".

"It's more complicated than it sounds".

"How many years have you been studying and working? How many days off have you taken since then? Vacations?". I don't answer, I don't have the strength. "Take a break Ale, you deserve it". Wipes a tear from my face. "I'll be two or three weeks in Canada, then we will focus on you, and I'll make some calls".

I don't even know what to say, I can't stop crying, a thousand feelings invade my body. I cling to him as if in an automatic movement. He hugs me tight, he makes me feel safe. "It's crazy, you're crazy".

"It's our madness, let's live this adventure together". He whispers in my ear. "Give me a chance Ale, I promise you, if you don't like me after a few days knowing me, you will be free to leave".

"I need to go to the hotel". He nods. "To your hotel, may I?".

"Sure, let's go". He takes my bag from the bench. "I'll tell my manager to book the plane tickets to Italy, will your friends mind too much if they go on another flight?".

"But I already have a ticket".

"I want you to go in the first class, so that you can be more comfortable".

"I don't want you to spoil me, Pedro". I brush the tears away as best I can.

"I don't care, I want to treat you as you deserve". We get in the elevator.

I look at my reflection in the mirror. "Oh my God, I look awful, I'm so ashamed".

All my make-up is fucked up. "Well, I like it". He jokes, leaning against the elevator wall. "You look so sexy".

I look at him wanting to kill him for the comment. He pulls me close to him and hugs my waist. He places a tender kiss on my lips. "Are you always going to shut me up with kisses? Because you really get the porpouse of it".

"If it works, yes". He bites his lower lip.

I lean my head on his shoulder. I'm exhausted, mentally and physically. These two days of letting off steam with Pedro have freed me up a bit.