The One I Tried To Forget

In the Warmth of the Cafe

He slipped his arm around my shoulders adding extra warmth than his jacket gave me. We headed into the café and were seated in front of a small window with chocolate brown curtains. I felt much better as the warmth from the heaters worked their magic.

I slipped off the man's jacket taking a deep breath of the sweet scent it carried and handed it back to him before sitting down, he took it and smiled before taking a seat himself.

"I still haven't caught your name yet" He looked deep into my eyes giving a gorgeous smile.

"It's Brielle; most people just call me Bree "I stuttered trying to tell him something as simple as my name.

How am I supposed to have a proper conversation with this man with him looking at me like that?

"That is a very beautiful name, mine is Xavier" He looked uncomfortable telling me his name.

As I did, when telling him mine.

"Thanks I guess, I don't really like my name, I was named after my mother and she left us so that's why I usually get people to call me Bree" I felt uncomfortable telling him this but that feeling soon went away, his presence was so calming.

"I don't like my name either, people used to call me Professor X from The X-Men, plus I was named after a relative and he was horrible to my family and I. But still, my parents insisted that I was to be named Xavier" He made a slightly disgusted face upon the mentioning of his relative but quickly recovering and returning his gorgeous smile.

We eventually ordered coffee and continued talking about ourselves to give the other an idea on who we were. The way he spoke was so gentle and loving, especially when talking about his family.

I found it hard to focus on what he was saying and found myself staring into his eyes taking in his handsome features. Every now and then he would gaze back, catching me off guard, I looked around nervously before calming again and continuing our chat.

After our second cup of coffee was finished we agreed that it was time to leave for now. He placed his jacket around me and insisted on walking me home.

When we reached the door to the building where my apartment is, he reached into his jeans pocket pulling out a folded napkin.

He handed it to me as I handed him his jacket, I opened it up and inside was his number. In return I scribbled mine down on a scrap piece of paper and handed it to him.

I smiled at him and was about to ask if he wanted to come in before remembering the awful state of my apartment with tissues and paper scattered everywhere. I quickly shut my mouth hoping no words had escaped.

"I was wondering if you would like to go on a date sometime maybe for dinner, Tuesday maybe" he looked hopeful.

I almost screamed I was so excited.

"Sounds wonderful" I didn't speak anymore, in fear that I would say something stupid while my heart raced like a wild horse in a field of grass.

"Great so I'll pick you up at seven on Tuesday, go on inside before you catch a cold" He smiled at me with his gorgeous smile he waited there until I had entered the door and gave him a wave goodbye.

I checked my phone, I was so excited I had forgotten everything. It was only Sunday so I had Monday after work, for shopping time before Tuesdays date. I slowly walked up the stairs I felt tingling course through my veins, it felt like happiness. This feeling soon went away as I stood in front of my apartment door.

The calm and happiness was demolished as I remembered the letter I had sent, feelings of sadness hit me like a tsunami removing any trace of happiness I previously had with Xavier.

My heart was being torn in two, the love is still held there for Kurt, although impossible to keep. Now Xavier, I don't know what feelings I have for him but I know there are many, also he is here which is what I have needed most.

💔❤️💔❤️💔❤️💔❤️💔❤️💔❤️💔

At around six that night I received a text message. It was from Xavier.

(Message received at: 6:02)
Hey so I will come pick you up on Tuesday, we should be heading someplace fancy. dress ode is casual still, but feel free to dress up a little. I can't wait to see you again. X

I quickly typed back a 'thank you.'

He sent a smiley face.

💔❤️💔❤️💔❤️💔❤️💔❤️💔❤️💔

The idea of a date, is enough to make me nervous. But the hours, minutes even seconds leading up to a real date with a guy, usually leave me in an absolute mess!