Casanova H.S

Chapter Sixteen

The water in the lake is quieter than ever. No wind, no sounds, nothing. The book in my hand has been as untouched as the water since I got here. How am I supposed to write about him, when my heart is trying to forget him? There is not much left of the book, and it is the first one I have been satisfied with. All the other books I have written has been practice, but this is a story that is heartbreaking yet happy, and a story I hold dear to my heart. My thoughts get interrupted when someone takes a seat beside me, and as soon as I see who it is I stand up ready to leave.

"Wait." He says a hint of desperation in his voice. His eyes follow me for every step I take, however, he doesn't try to stop me. I think that it is because I actually will stop, and he already knows that. He knows that he has some power over me no matter how small, and he is using that now.

"What do you want?" I ask rudely not even turning around to look at him. I don't even know if I can right now without my heart shattering even more. To look into his eyes filled with regret will make him forgive him instantly, but that is not what I want.

"I am sorry for what I said. I was drunk, and.. hurt." He admits with struggle. Harry has always had a slight issue with talking about his feeling, and I understand, but this time he wasn't the only one left hurt. I don't say anything so he continues. "I just wanted to see if you were okay. I wanted to come yesterday, but I don't know how mad you were at me so I figured it would be better to let you have a day to calm down. How do you feel?"

I turn around letting him see the big bruise around my eye. It wasn't his fault, but still, he has some guilt in his eyes. It was my idea to fight because I am so stubborn so he has no reason to feel that way. "The rest of the bruises are mostly healed, and I feel okay. I think I got some aggression out in that one hit." I give him a half smile before getting ready to say what has been on my mind. "I know you were drunk that night, and you didn't mean what you said to me so I have already forgiven you for it. All I need to know is if you slept with her, or not."

His eyes can't seem to move away from the purple bruise around my eye. "I didn't sleep with her. I lied." He confesses before finally tearing his eyes away from the bruise, however, it isn't much better when he looks down. "I figured it would be easier for you to let me go if you thought I did." He stands up from the bench and moves closer. He raises his hand so his thumb can softly touch the purple colored skin on my face. I flinch away a little still feeling quite soar. "Sorry." He pulls his hand away fast apologizing for causing me any pain.

"It's okay," I reassure him bringing his hand back up to my face and melting into his soft touch.

"I need to get this off my chest." He starts saying making me open my eyes again giving him my full attention. "You know how I feel about you, and I know how you feel about me." I nod not truly understanding where he is heading with this. "I heard your fiancé isn't coming for a few days, so please stay with me in the meantime. I promise I will make you smile when he crosses your mind, I will make you laugh when you get frustrated over your writing, and I will even accompany you outside if we are as fortunate to experience a thunderstorm within these few days." He takes my hand in his, and bring them up between us. His thumb caressing my finger in a soothing matter. He has hope in his eyes, and right now I do too. "It will be just the two of us, and then once and for all we say goodbye."

I don't even answer him I just pull him to me and capture his lips in a kiss. He is surprised at first but is quick to react by kissing me in return. His hands move to my hips, and mine to his neck almost automatically. Our lips move in perfect sync, and I swear to god that I can feel his happiness in the kiss. We both know we are making it harder for each other to let go, but we need a final happy moment with a final goodbye. We pull away with wide smiles knowing that this moment and every moment until my fiancé arrives will be perfectly happy.

"I want to show you a place." He says pulling back. He doesn't even give me a second to reply before he starts dragging me by my hand away from the lake. "Are you hungry?"

"I guess a little," I answer honestly now knowing we are going to go somewhere to eat.

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"That was terrible!" I say in-between laughs. Harry's attempt of telling a good joke failed yet again, nevertheless I still laughed at how absolutely terrible it was. No matter what I say he is still satisfied as long as I laugh.

"It was not. That is one of my best jokes." He protested taking another bite of his ice cream. Harry had dragged me to his favorite ice cream shop. I had never seen this place before because it is practically hidden behind a lot of houses. Harry ordered vanilla, but personally, I think that is such a tasteless flavor, so I ordered chocolate.

"Well, then you must have a lot of bad ones." I shrug knowing he will act offended, and he does. He looks at me as if he can't believe I would say something like this to him. He squints his eyes attempting to look threatening.

"You better take that back or something bad is going to happen." He threatens, but I just laugh at his fake threat knowing he would never truly do something bad to me. He is just not capable of doing so, and he knows it.

I move closer to him on the bench we sit on, slowly bringing my face up to his. "You would never do anything bad to me, would you?" I ask innocently. He bites his lips making me think he has given up, however before I can even react ice cream is shoved into my face. I move away from him with a gasp shocked over what Harry just did. "You did not just do that!" I scream at him.

He tries holding back a laugh while he stands up getting ready to flee knowing I will get revenge. I stand up as well, and when I hear the laugh he tried holding back escape his lips I start running. He is much quicker than me and runs away from me with laughter echoing the streets. I start getting tired of running, and an idea comes to mind. I scream getting Harry's attention while I pretend to trip, and hurt my ankle. "Oh my god." He says as he rushes to my side. "Are you okay?" He asks worriedly. He bends down to look at my ankle but is very confused when he sees that it is completely fine.

I take the opportunity and shove my ice cream in his face. "Now I am," I smirk, and quickly stand up. His eyes widen not expecting that to happen, nevertheless, he looks at me quite impressed.

"You are so mean sometimes, you know that right?" He says standing up as well. He tries to wipe some ice cream off his face with his fingers. I laugh at his failed attempt not even getting half of the chocolate ice cream of.

"I'm sorry." I wrap my arms around his waist giving him a kiss on the nose, and getting some ice cream in my mouth. He wraps his arms around me as well pulling me closer. "But I actually did hurt my ankle a bit," I admit chuckling.

"That's called karma." He says satisfied while he scoops me up in his arms with ease making me let out a surprised squeak. He carries me bridal style, and I wrap my arms around his neck for support.

"I didn't hurt it so bad that I can't walk," I tell him so he can put me down, but he doesn't. It's not that I don't enjoy it, because I do, but something about being carried makes me feel so helpless.

"We don't want to make the injury worse." He shrugs as he starts to walk home. To think that if I wouldn't have gotten engaged his house could actually be our home in time. We would fight, and make love, and cuddle, and do anything we want to do inside the safe walls of our home.

"You just want to have me in your arms." I accuse him. I bring my face up to his so close that our noses touch, and his breath brush against my skin.

"Guilty." He says before placing a quick yet sweet kiss to my lips before he pulls away with a smile.