Casanova H.S

Chapter Seventeen

"You can put me down now," I tell him once we are inside his house. He is hesitant but eventually lets me stand on my own two feet. I kick off my heels before I almost run to the sofa feeling so tired. I hear Harry let out a quiet laugh as he watches me jump onto the comfortable sofa, and sink into the pillows.

He follows after me to the sofa, and lifts up my feet before he sits down, and rest my feet on top of his legs. His hands rub my tired feet softly making me almost moan out from the good feeling. My head falls back as I just lay there enjoying the feeling. "Can you read me some of your poems?" I ask in hope wondering what they may be about. Do they hold information about his past or inner thoughts? I want to know.

"No, they are.. personal." He stares down at my legs, avoiding eye contact. I immediately know that it is not something he is comfortable with sharing yet, but that also makes my curiosity grow bigger. Is it me he is not ready to share this with, or people in general?

"Why do you write then, if not for people to see?" I want people from all around the world to read my book. That's one of the biggest motivations I have while I write, so what motivates him? Is he going to keep this book to himself forever, because if so I think it's a shame?

"I don't write for other people, I write for me. So I can get things off my chest, and clear my mind. If you don't write for yourself then you're writing for the wrong reasons." He says this time keeping his eyes locked with mine, so he is sure I know he truly means what he is saying. He is right, that should be the reason for writing I just haven't thought about it before.

I sit up still keeping my feet in his lap. I bring his face closer to mine before I place a meaningful kiss to his soft heart shaped lips. "You're wonderful." I compliment him truly amazed over the fact that he sometimes can't see that himself. Every word he speaks seems to have some sort of effect on me, and that is rare.

"How is that?" He wraps his arms around my waist bringing me closer while he leans his forehead against mine. I can hear his breath and the quiet sound of his heartbeat. You will never know how comforting that is coming from someone you love.

"You are smart and kind, and sweet. Every time you speak you make me look at something in a whole new light." He looks down, but a sweet smile creeps onto his lips. "I have never been able to be this open, and honest with anyone before you. Every time something good happens you are the want I want to tell it to, and every time something bad happens you are the one I want to come to for comfort." I admit searching his eyes for some sort of feeling, and I can't stop smiling when all I get is happiness.

"I have something to confess." He says making me slightly nervous. "The first time I saw you weren't at the ball." He explains making my nerves calm down expecting something far worse. "The first time I saw you, you were reading by our lake. I just had to stop for a second and look at you, because you were so concentrated on the book in your hands that if someone had been drowning before you, you wouldn't even have noticed. I thought you were the most beautiful person I have ever seen, and I wanted to go and talk to you, but for the first time I felt nervous, and that scared me so I didn't. However when I saw you at the ball I couldn't help myself, so I just had to go talk to you." He confesses with a shy smile on his face. His words make my heart flutter, and my stomach fills with butterflies as happiness rush through me.

"Our lake?" I smile at him sweetly remembering what he called it. I suppose it is true seeing as we spend most of our time on that bench, but it's still nice to hear.

"After all that, that is the thing you got out of it?" He asks with a laugh not believing that that little thing was what I decided to ask about. I just shrug looking at his green eyes filled with amusement. "We spend so much time there, so it just felt natural to say it."

I lean forward giving him a soft kiss before I jump up from the couch, and smile as I turn towards Harry extending my hand for him to take. "Dance with me." 

He places his hand in mine before pushing himself off the sofa. His hands automatically falls to my hips while I wrap mine around his neck. "What was your first impression of me?" He asks as we move to the melody taking form in Harry's humming.

"I thought you were a stuck up rich person with too much confidence." I start to laugh when Harry acts hurt by my impression. "But, I also thought you were extremely handsome, and your eyes literally made me breathless." He wiggles his brows with a smirk making me chuckle at his actions. "That's actually why I was in the forest the day after. I thought your eyes were as green as the forest, so I wanted to see the resemblance up close."

"Thank god for my eyes then." He laughs while he spins me around, however, he is quick to bring me close again. His chest pressed up against mine. I am not a very good dancer so I am secretly hoping I won't step on his feet.

"What was your first impression of me, I mean after you actually talked to me?" I know his first, but then it was just an impression of how I look, not how I act. I wonder if he had imagined what my voice sounded like, and got surprised when it didn't sound anything like the one he had imagined, or maybe it sounded just like it.

"I thought you were a girl with a strong mind, someone who wasn't afraid to say what you truly mean, and that you secretly thought you were slightly above everyone else." His first impression doesn't really shock me. I think I come off like that to a lot of people, and I think that's why most of them avoid me. I don't think I am above everyone else, but I do think I could do better than this town.

"The your first impression was accurate." Even though I don't seem like the type to care what others think, I do. Everyone does some time. It's not that it bothers me as much as most, but I do still wish that people would try to get to know me before they make assumptions.

"No." He says brushing his nose against mine one time. "As I got to know you I realized that you are one of the strongest people I have ever met." He places a soft kiss to my nose. "You put the needs of everyone around you before your own, yet you don't complain." He kisses my cheek. "You say what you must when you feel something isn't right." He kisses my lips with a smile on his face. "You're also funny, and you have this amazing mind filled with all kinds of theories, and knowledge." His lips press against my forehead. As he pulls away I can feel his lips linger against my skin.

I love him, I do. I want nothing more to tell him right here, and now, but I am scared. No, I am actually terrified of what he will do when I admit my feelings. Am I truly the girl that has made the Casanova want to change, and has made him capable of love, or am I just another one of his victims?