x Reader (Mature)

6

When you were dozing off tucked into your chair with the light of the lamp allowing you to see the words of the books that you were holding up with one hand, you felt the heat of your newly developing tan warming you up from having had sat in the sun for most of the day.

It was after dinner, which you had skipped as you hadn't found yourself too hungry, and the few pieces of fruit you had tucked away in your small fridge in your room sufficed. 

The sky outside was a deep blue, and getting darker by the minute as the sun set. 

You felt so comfortable it was only a few more blinks before, eventually, you would close your eyes and ....

A sharp, clear and hard knock on your door made your eyes whip open, and your book to slide down onto your knees as you jerked awake. 

"C-come in." You composed yourself, and pulled down the shorts that were riding up and exposing your skin.

Without hesitation, the door opened. 

Piero stood taking up almost all of the doorway with his massive, aged figure. His face looked somewhat unnerved, but he was well composed.
The only give away to some sort of anxiety were his fingers, which were curling and uncurling slowly at his sides. 

"Piero? Is everything ok?" You asked, placed the book away on the floor to your side, and sitting up, not leaving your eyes from him with a confused look. Before last night he hadn't so much as thrown you a minute of his attention, and now today all of a sudden he was acting out. 

"I uh," He started, but his voice broke and he had to clear it before starting over, stepping into the room. A move which you eyed subconsciously with an air of suspicion. "I just wanted to say goodnight." 

"Oh. Right." You smiled at him, and relaxed your shoulders which you had found to be tensed for some reason. "Goodnight Piero." 

At the mentioned of his name, Piero licked his lips, and curled his fingers more tightly than he was doing so before. 

He hesitated a moment in his place. 

You felt like you were watching a trapped animal in a cage trying to get out, and it felt awkward to watch his mental torment. 

After a few seconds of him staring first at you and then at the ground, he nodded his head. 

"Dormi bene. (sleep well)" 

You shared a tight lipped smile.

When he left, he closed the door so gently that it was like it had never been opened. 

Weird.

He seemed kind, you thought to yourself, as you stretched your legs and got up, taking the book up with you as you did so. You had been getting weird vibes off of him, but you weren't wanting to overthink it.

If you overthought it you'd probably be the one who would start acting weird. 

The awkwardness of the interaction lay over your head like a dark cloud. 

You wondered how late it was. Despite having done nothing of substance apart from eat and sunbathe all day, you did feel a little tired and ready to lay down in bed. 

Before you had a chance to walk over and replace your book in its rightful place on the book shelf, another quick and sharp knock was heard at the door. 

You couldn't suppress an eye roll and a gentle sigh, as you straightened up. 

He had already said goodnight, what else did this man want from you so late? 

"Piero," You said, talking loudly so that he would hear from the other side of the door, and walked towards the door. "If there's something you would like to talk about, could we postpone it to the morning I-" 

When you opened the door, your voice halted as your view was immediately obstructed with a pair of red lips.

As your eyes travelled up the face, they landed comfortable at the blank stare of Ryan's dark eyes, who was looking down at you. His face was overcast due to the fact that the only light in the room was the floor lamp in the corner of the room, but it was still very clear. He was here in front of you. 

What was he doing here? It was a shock to see him intentionally coming to see you; out of character for sure. The memory of the morning hit you like a truck. 

"What do you want?" you sneered, taking a step back and thanking the gods that you were able to compose yourself fast enough to react in a powerful way. 

Alarm bells rang in your head. 

However, to your surprise as you took a step back, he took a step forward.
Before you knew it, he was right in front of your face again, and closing the door behind himself, allowing it to click silently into place.
 
In somewhat of a growing panic your eyes flickered from him to the door handle.

"What do you want?" You repeat. This time the confidence in you had been wrung out leaving you with a squeaky, quiet voice. 

At your question, Ryan's eyebrows came together. He seemed confused all of a sudden, looking up at the wall behind you whilst letting his head fall to the side slightly. 

He sighed deeply. Even without touching him you felt his wide chest expand and fall with the breath and you felt a weird tingle at the top of your head as you looked at him. 

"I," He started in a confident tone, looking down at you again, "need to get to my room."

Suddenly, he was stepping past you, accidentally -or maybe on purpose- hitting your shoulder in the process, and making you spin around, towards the bathroom.

"You what?" Startled you asked him accusingly. "You have your own door."