Julia's POV
We walked through the halls absentmindedly as Tom explained everything about the school. I wasn't even paying attention to what he was saying,instead I was listening to his voice. A small part of me felt bad that I wasn't listening to what he was saying. I bet his voice could easily break the hearts of fragile girls. Because,it sure was breaking mine. From time to time I'd sneak a look at him sideways,watching his lips move as he talked. He looked so clueless. Does he even know that I like him? I know that he likes me but does he know that I return the feelings? No. I haven't told him yet. I'm too much of a coward. I will though. Soon. I have to. I need to.
I watched as he waved and smiled at a few older people that pass by once in a while. They were most probably the teachers here. Tom was acting so nervous. I could tell since he was explaining things quickly and explaining unnecessary things like showing me where the men's restroom were. I don't need to know that right? He's so adorable. I thought. I watched as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. He always did that,I've noticed. How I wanted to hold them in mine. How I wondered if they were soft or rough. But I know that I have to resist the temptation.
I really wanted to tell him that I wanted him. To tell him that I won't leave London after all. To kiss him right then and there. But it's like an invisible force field is preventing me from doing so. Since we met again at the coffee shop a few days ago,it was as if fate followed me and brought me there. To where he was. I've never wanted a guy this much in my entire life. It's ridiculous; my feelings. How can I like Tom this much when I barely know him? Oh,right. Feelings.
He kept on talking and talking and talking. And I was listening to his sweet accent. Hearing him talk was basically music to my ears. The fact that I won't hear it after a month is scary. And sad. Scary because somehow I've gotten used to it and so it'll be weird not hearing it as often as I'd like.
His voice; soft with strong gentleness. It was enough to make me all tingly inside. Oh,how I wanted to hear him first thing in the morning. Maybe that way I'd actually be a morning person. That'll give me something to look forward to in the morning. Now,he was showing me the library. It was on the second floor. It's a two storey building. The library was enough to get me to stop dreaming about Tom. I walked past him,moving towards the bookshelves. I brushed my hand across one shelf. I'm too used to being around books that I now know the texture of every paper and cover. Yeah,I just realized how lame I sounded there. I took hold of a book that my brother,Luke would read to me almost every night. Well,he was forced to by my mother. But he didn't mind. At least I think he didn't. I traced the lettering of the title,Peter Pan. I flipped the pages,reading a random paragraph. I smiled nostalgically to myself.
"Peter Pan," Tom stated coming over to me with a grin. "Your favourite?"
"It was my childhood bedtime story."
After a long silence while I was busy reading some paragraphs out loud but then quieted down when I'd remembered that we were in a library,I placed the book back to where I belonged. The library wasn't much. Small. Cute. There were at least 5 small round and colourful little stools and tables. It makes me miss my younger days. I turned around to face Tom but he wasn't there but was talking to an older woman who looked like she was in her 60's. Her wrinkly face was pale looking but she didn't look sick. I'm guessing she's the librarian. Her lips twitched into a smile; a smile that showed she'd live her life already. A smile that showed she's experience the many trials that life throws at people. When I'd been caught staring, Tom gave me a small smile, then the lady's eyes flickered to meet mine with that sweet smile of hers. He started talking to her but it was inaudible to me. He was probably explaining who I was and that I wasn't some random street lady. Then,the lady went back to the counter or information desk.
