*Violettas pov*
"Can I come out now?" Diego asks, standing behind a curtain. We're here for 2 hours by now, and he still hasn't found the perfect suit for the wedding.
"Yes, nobody will see you." I joke, because he doesn't want to get spotted by other customers. Boys.
Now he's standing in front of me and he looks gorgeous. I hope, that he'll buy this suit.
"Do I look embarrassing? I mean, I still want to look my friends in the eyes, afterwards."
"Are you kidding me? You look really good and this suit really fits you. I love it on you." I stand up and caressing his cheek, kiss it soft. "Trust me, Diego."
"You always have the right words to calm me down. I love you. And I'll buy this suit. We're here way too long." He says with a smile on his face.
He does back behind the curtain and changes his outfit and I wonder, how his upper body looks like. I mean, I've never seen it, I don't know why.
After getting dressed again, we go to the cashier and he buys the suit. We leave the shop and he intertwined our fingers.
"Are you going to accompany me today at mine? We always spend time at your house and my parents aren't home, so they won't annoy us."
"Yeah sure. I can call my dad immediately that I come back lat-" Diego interrupts me.
"No, you can stay over tonight, if it's okay for you?" He starts scratching his neck nervously. Why would he be nervous? He's already slept at my house.
"Yeah, don't see why not. But I'll call my dad first." I answer, dialing my dad's number.
Time skip
"Do you want something to drink or to eat?"
"A soda would be great, thanks."
"I'll be right back." He says, leaving the room again.
I was here before, but only one time, so I start looking around his room. A photo album gets my attention and I sit down on his bed, looking at some pictures. Wait. Who's this? Is it his dad? He's never mentioned him..he told me, that he died when he was 4, but he's like 10 on this picture. I'll ask him.
After a few minutes he comes back with two cups and a package of sweets. He gives me one cup and I mouth a thank you.
"I thought you'd like some sweeta later, so I brought some wi-"
"Who's this?" I cut him off and point at the person in the album.
"He's not important."
"Yes, he is! Is it your dad? But you told me he died when you was 4."
"Yes, it is my dad, but I don't want to talk about it, to be honest. I've never told anyone."
"Please tell me, how bad can it be?"
"I'm scared that you'll see me in a different way then, that you start to look at me, like I need sympathy or something. I don't want it."
"I won't, I promise. Please Diego."
"Please promise me, that you won't tell anyone."
"Course not. You can trust me." He takes my hands in his shaking ones and starts talking.
"Well my dad was alcoholic and went out a lot. My mum just went with it, even though he treated her like shit. He became angry now and then, because my mother started to offend herself, so he punched her. After a while she went all quite in the second he came into the room. He acted like that when I was 4 years old. My mum just wanted my best and acted like everything's alright, but I knew it wasn't. One day my mum wasn't home and I just came back from primary school and he beated me up. Sometimes with his fists, but now and then with a belt or something. I've scars because of this. Anyways my mum told anyone before I was 11 and he got arrested. They got divorced. I totally changed, I became depressed and started to blame everything on other people. I went to a psychiatry and I felt better. I attended another school and made new friends. Then I met you this year and you changed me completely, now I don't have suicidal thoughts anymore, because of you. That's the reason why I always say, that my dad died when I was 4, because my real dad wouldn't have done something like this." Diego finishes, fighting with tears, but I can the pure hate though.
"I can't find the right words for this. I'm so sorry what happened to you and your mother, but now you are feeling good again." I say. "Ca-n I see them? The scars I mean.." I ask a bit unsure and nervous.
"Sure." He pulls of his shirt and now I understand, why I've never seen him shirtless.
"Gosh. How can anyone do this to a person?"
"You promised me not to act different around me. But you do though." He seems upset about it.
"I know, but..I'm sorry okay? I love you for who you are and it won't change because of your past." I give him a peck on the lips.
"Thanks, Violetta. I love you, I really do." He says, pulling me closer and he starts kissing me. My hands go up to his hair, playing with it, while his hands hold on to my waist. The lips get more passionate and he holds me as close as possible, so a quiet gasp escapes my lips. Our lips move in synch and I can feel his right hand slowly slide under my t-shirt, touching my bare skin. We continue our kiss and he starts to pull my t-shirt off. Is he really going to..? After he pulled it off, his lips find mine again and he moves his fingers down my side and to the waistband of my jeans. He's about to open my jeans when I push him away.
"Diego, what are you doing?" I ask, a little too harsh.
"What does it look like?" He says and his lips make their way to my neck, leaving soft kisses there and a mark. I push him away, again and he finally stops.
"Diego, no. Not now!"
"Why not? Don't you want to sleep with me?" His sad expression makes me shiver.
"I'm not ready for this. I want to, but not now. Please don't be angry with me, it's not about you." I say, feeling guilty.
"Okay, but are you ever going to be ready for this step? With me, I mean."
"Yes, but please give me time for this. We aren't that long together and I just need time to prepare myself for this." My voice shakes and is full of guilty.
"Hm.."
"Hey, I promise you, that I'll go one the next step with you soon, but you've to wait a bit."
"Okay, I trust you. Let's go to bed now, I'm really tired because of our shopping tour today. Our holidays will start next week, but we have to be fit for our show. Good night, my princess."
"Yeah, sure. Good night, my love" I answer, resting my head on his bare chest, not caring about the fact that I'm still in my jeans. I can feel his fingers sliding up and down my sides before I drift into sleep.
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The next chapter . I'm on vacation and meanwhile I reached over 3k reads. Omg *-* I hope that you like this chapter, because I'm quite happy about it. Vote and Comment please. By the way a huge thank you goes to @LeenDabaja and @Naxi_Loove because they always vote and comment now and then. Also @/ all the others who vote, comment or just read my story. Love you ❤
