We Belong

Chapter III

As I stood there, mop in hand, still in the sweats that I wore at the airport, almost drenched in sweat and with my hair loosely tied in a low pony tail, little hairs sticking to my sweaty forehead, my back was hunched as I was desperately trying to clean a stain on the white marble of the hallway.

"Tom, pleasure to meet you!" he casually said grinning sweetly while extending his hand towards me.

His stare was intense even though he probably didn't mean it to be. His blue eyes ran a quick scan of me, moving from my face to my hands still holding the mop and then to my feet while Willow strolled between them waving her tail.

The tiredness mixed with the countless thoughts I already had about everything that was going on made me panic as I wasn't able to look away from his piercing blue eyes. "If I look closer, they look like the ocean at the end of august... " I couldn't help thinking it but I quickly caught myself and pushed me to snap out of it "Say something, anything, Ana..."

"You shouldn't be home so early! Beth told me you're working until late!" I snapped back at him without realizing what the hell I'm fucking saying.

He looked so confused that for a second I wanted to laugh at this whole mess. I think the toxic vapors from the cleaning products finally got to my brain, otherwise I can't explain to myself why the fuck would I say something like that. This was his house, for God's sake.

"Early? What'd you mean early? It's past midnight." he spoke casually in his British accent like I wasn't being a complete freak, a stranger telling him he arrived in his own home too early. He pointed at the clock behind me, his other hand still reaching out to shake mine.

I quickly turned to glance at he clock that, to my surprise, showed it was well past midnight, almost one o'clock in the morning and then turned back around to face him again.

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry, I didn't even realized... I don't know what's gotten into me. Hi, yes, I'm Anastasia, but please call me Ana, Mr. Felton" I said so quick that he left out a small giggle while I finally shook his hand. I don't know why but his touch felt so warm and gentle that a slight shiver went up my arm causing me to get goosebumps. What is this?

It was the first time I really looked at him as he was towering over me, rather than just staring directly into his eyes. He looked like he was in his mid 20's but he was dressed so casual, like a teenager, almost, and I thanked God he wasn't some stuck up asshole in a tight suit that would want me to neatly press it every day. I don't like to iron suits. He wore a simple blue shirt, the same color as his eyes, washed out jeans with a tear above his left kneecap and a pair of Vans. His blond hair was ruffled to one side giving him a cute messy look. I looked behind him and his guitar case was resting by the front door, leaning on the wall. I noticed he was holding his guitar pick in his left hand, between his fingers, as he pointed to the clock earlier. I also noticed there was no wedding band as well.

I realized I was still holding his hand. Fuck, how embarrassing. I quickly slid my hand out of his. I don't think he noticed it. He kneeled down and started petting Willow's back as she was jumping to reach his knees.

"Hi darling..." he said softly, almost whispering as he kissed the top of her head. I couldn't help but smile watching them, however I awkwardly stopped after he looked up and caught me grinning like a weirdo.

"What are you doing?" he asked and it took me a second to realize he was asking me and not the dog.

"Oh, I was- um, cleaning...sorry, don't worry, I'll just go upstairs and get out of your hair, sir...so sorry." I said figuring out he probably wanted to be alone after such a long day and here I was, watching him like a creep as he was trying to say hi to his dog. I hurried to gather all the cleaning stuff that was scattered on the floor.