Piero's Angel (Il Volo FanFic)

Stronger

Rebekah's POV

I watched as Piero looked at himself in the mirror and fixed his bow tie. Today was the day that he was going to announce on live television that we are engaged. There was no way to express how nervous I was about this. Suddenly Piero turned around and kissed me. I pulled away. Him kissing me was not helping my heart slow down. I noticed the hurt look in his eyes and turned away, ashamed. I'd never pulled away from Piero when he kissed me. Why did I do that? I sighed and sat down on the red couch across the room. He looked at me with concern and walked quickly to me.

"Are you ok, my love?" He asked, looking me up and down for any sigh of pain.

"Piero, I'm fine. Just... nervous."

He nodded and took my hand. Someone opened the door and announced that is was almost time to go out on stage. Piero pulled me to my feet and looked me over again. He frowned.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Your dress is cut a little low don't you think?" He asked me concerned.

I looked down and the top of my dress. I was wearing a long, flowy black silk dress, my shoulders bare. True it was cut really low, but still. Everyone has to make a stunning appearance!

"It is. Why do you ask?" I said, playfully.

I could tell he clearly didn't like the fact that I was 'showing skin' at all.

"You're mine and no one else's and I don't like the idea that other men are looking at you that way. Do you really want me to kill someone for looking at you like that, because I will." He said, dead serious.

"Maybe. Although I don't particularly like murderers. Hmm. Maybe I could hook up with that cute Russian guy I saw out in the crowd..." I replied, playing around.

"Hey guess what?" He asked.

"What?"

He quickly grabbed my waist and pulled me closer. I closed my eyes as he started to kiss me. It was so light and tender and it made me want more. I didn't kiss back, which drove him insane. He backed me up against the wall. He pulled back, fire in his eyes.

"I will get you to kiss me back Rebekah. Even if I have to kiss you for years." He said.

I felt him lift my legs up unto his waist and pull my arms around his neck. He laid me gently down on the couch and keep kissing me. Me being the girl I am teased him with one or two kisses but no more. Piero got more aggressive. I could feel the sadness and urgency that crossed between our lips. He pulled back from me.

"Why won't you kiss me, my love?" He asked sadly.

"I'm learning to be strong." I said.

Someone called that it was time to go on and I got up and walked to him. I reached out and grabbed his waist, pulling him to me.

"Strong." I whispered.

I kissed his jaw and walked out of the room. I looked back to see him staring at me, mouth open. He is so easy.