Everything Will Be Alright ↠ Henjei [ COMPLETED ]

"Baked Goodies" Pt. 8

We had walked to a nearby park and were sitting on a bench. I fidgeted with my fingers as I thought of words to say. I could feel his eyes on me, the tension you could cut with a knife.

Finally, he broke the silence- I was thankful I wasn't the first to speak up. "So, what did you want to talk about?"

Was he serious right now? What did he think I wanted to talk about, Romeo and Juliet?

I shrugged, "Nothing...- everything...?"

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. I met his eyes, an electrifying feeling sneaking up my spine at the contact, making me immediately look away.

"Henrik, I'm sorry if I came off the wrong way... or- or somehow, affected your relationship. That wasn't my intention. Truth is, ever since we stopped filming SKAM, I had missed you- the laughs we shared, the chemistry..." I whispered the last part, I probably sounded so cheesy and creepy at this point. I cleared my throat and looked up, "What I'm trying to say is, I wanted to reconnect. I still want to, I understand if you feel it would come in between your relationship, but I just want you to know how I feel."

Wait- did I just... confess feelings? What just happened? What did I just say? Why did I say that- he's going to completely take it the wrong way- I wasn't trying to say I liked him, I wasn't trying-

"I get it, Tar. I missed you too, and I would love to reconnect. It's just that-... I don't know, Lea is weird about it, but maybe if we just kept it on the low for now... you know? Until I can work something out at least." He replied, a glimpse of hope in his eyes.

I had no idea what he even meant at this point. It was like I understood how he felt, but I didn't get what he was implying. Neither of what we were saying made sense- it felt like we both wanted to say so much more but were holding back. I hated it. I wanted to know everything going on in his mind.

I nodded and looked back down at my hands, "So... we can continue talking?"

Instant relief hit me when he let out a small laugh- a gorgeous, heart warming laugh that blew all the awkward tension away. "Oh, Tar, you're so innocent sometimes, I love it."

Pink flushed my cheeks, I couldn't help but smile. I looked away out of embarrassment but I knew he could still see my reddened skin. "Shut up..." i mumbled under my breath, receiving a nudge from him.

"Sorry for being confusing." He said seriously this time.

I just shrugged and shook my head, "Not a big deal, your relationship comes first. I get that, and I respect it. I'm just glad I can breathe now."

He threw his arm around me, almost pulling me into his side as he laughed loudly again. "Are you saying you couldn't breathe when you thought I didn't want to speak to you?" He teased, I blushed again.

I gave him a death glare.

"You're blushing." He said in between laughs and poked my cheek. His smile was so big and bright- all his white teeth showed, I loved when he smiled like that. It seemed so... real.

I grabbed his hand and yanked his arm off me before crossing my arms, pretending to be offended. "Is making fun of me all you know how to do?" I tried to sound tough, miserably failing when a huge grin appeared on my face.

"Yeah, actually. It's a specialty of mine."

"Wow, that's a pretty useless specialty."

"Okay, what's yours then?"

     "My specialty is..." I tried to come up with something, but before I could- it seemed Henrik got to it before me.

     "Blushing like crazy when you're around me?"

     "Will you shut up with that?" I laughed, feeling slightly embarrassed at how obvious my shyness was around him.

He put his hands up in surrender, "Okay, okay!"

I just smiled at him. I just...- smiled. "Jerk..." I mumbled, "let's get something to eat, preferably dessert..?"

His face lit up. He abruptly stood up and put his hand out for me to take. I raised an eyebrow, but accepted. I slid my hand into his, him firmly gripping it and pulling me up from the bench. He let go once I was up, my hand feeling chilly again.

"I know a place just a couple blocks down the street," he started and we began to walk. He placed his hand on my back as if guiding me to our destination. "it's amazing. They have ice cream, churros, all sorts of baked goodies."

"Baked goodies?" I teased, smirking at him with amusement.

He raised his eyebrows at me- geez, I couldn't get enough of that eyebrow thing he did. "Yes, baked goodies!" He repeated himself, over exaggerating his words.

I rolled my eyes, deciding to not respond and instead just enjoy this while it lasted, because I knew not to get used to it- if i did, I would only be let down. I tried my best to savor everything- his smile, his laugh, his touch, this feeling of joy and excitement I only got around him, I loved and hated it at the same time.

Why do I hate it? Because, I don't like getting attached to things that I know are just going to leave. Henrik is... Henrik. He has his priorities straight. A girlfriend, a job, a family. Don't get me wrong, I have a career and a family I'm incredibly grateful for, but right now- I'm just winging it. I'm still a kid. I don't even know what I'm doing half the time.

It wasn't long before we were standing in front of the bakery. The smell of it alone made my mouth water. We walked in, i was overwhelmed with delicious scents of all kinds. I began to grow eager for sugar as I looked into the case of all the "goodies". I laughed at that thought, goodies.

"What are you laughing about?" Henrik asked as he walked up beside me, looking into the case.

"Nothing," I chuckled and looked up at him, "see anything you like?"

He scoffed, "All of it."

I turned back to look at the desserts once more. My eyes scanned all over them, they all looked amazing, how was I supposed to pick?!

"This is the hardest decision of my life."

"Okay well... I haven't tried much from here but their chocolate croissants are good, of course the churros are too, when are they not- and I forget what that's called but it's kinda like a cream puff, that's also good. You know what, everything here is probably great." He pointed to all the different ones he mentioned as he spoke, which I thought was adorable.

I bit my lip in concentration, I really couldn't make up my mind. "Would it be basic if I just got a churro?"

"No, you can't go wrong with a churro."

"Alright, how about this, what would impress you?"

He looked at me, waiting a few seconds to reply as if asking himself if he heard me right. Was that too straightforward? Too desperate? He didn't think I was flirting with him- right?

"Honestly, getting exactly what looks good to you, doing exactly what you wanna do, that's what will impress me."