Behind The Fame [Imagine] [Fanfiction]

Chapter 3

"Would you feel better if I told you I don't care at all ?" she asked.

"I will", he said. "So you plan on becoming a lawyer ?"

"Not at all, actually" she replied frankly. "I shouldn't tell you that..."

Henry looked at her with a curious look.

"To be completely honest, I'm not really a career-oriented person. My dream is to find the right person, to settle down, have a family and cherish my loved ones" she confessed embarrassed.

"That's... unusual, but you shouldn't be ashamed of it" he replied, considering her with a new perspective.

"People tend to say like 'you are so young, why would you marry now, you have time to have kids and all that, juste have fun' you know", she explained with a funny voice.

He laughted and she smiled at him, blushing about her poor imitation.

"I don't know your age by the way"

"I just turned twenty", she said. "May I assume you are a bit older than me ?"

"I would say more than 'a bit', but yes, I'm 33. I hope you're not going to run away, I'm not sure to remember the way to South Kensington actually."

She bursted into laughter, louder than she wanted to and put her hand on her mouth again.

"Oh my god Henry, you are so old" she said, still laughting between every word. "Do you want some milk for your old bones ?"

He laughted with her and start to think she was very diferent from other girls. He really wanted to see if somehow it could work with her, even if he knew his lifestyle was hard to handle for a love partner.

His ex-girlfriend couldn't keep up with the social media bashing. The other one had sold private details to tabloids which he couldn't forgive. Once trust was gone, it was merely impossible to get it back.

They ordered some tea, and Henry felt very well with Alya. The place she has chosen was small and cosy, perfect for him.

After they had finished their tea, they decided to go on a walk. There was a park right behind the street.

As they walk together side by side, he looked at her more carefully. She was indeed beautiful, with a long and wavy brown hair, green eyes, a cute face. She looked very feminine, wearing a dress, a small purse, cute medium-heeled shoes. She was younger than him, just like he liked it and what she said about cherishing her family, it kept coming to his mind...

"You didn't ask anything about my job" he said suddenty, "even though you almost find out about it"

She looked at him when a breeze made her hair moves, and he couldn't help but to find her even more attractive.

"I told you that I don't care Henry", she said, "it wasn't empty words, I really mean it."

"If you don't care about money or fame, tell me what do you expect from your soul mate then ?" He asked trying to make it sound less interested than he really was.

She raised her eyes to the sky, thinking about his question.

"I wish him to be kind, faithful, brave, protective... and if he's attractive that's a plus. Oh and my father would certainly like him to be catholic" she replied, trying to make it simple but exhaustive.

He turned to her and she stopped walking. He wanted to tell her something, maybe that he liked her, maybe that she was cute, he wanted to kiss her, to hold her in his arms and smell her hair. But instead he kept his mouth shut. As he realised she was waiting for him to talk, he said :

"It's getting late", he said, "Can I walk you home ?"

She smiled at him as a 'yes' and they start walking outside of the park. While they were wandering in the streets of London, he took his breath and solfty took Alya's hand. She jump at the contact but then let her hand slip in his. He smiled at her, and caressed her skin with his thumb.

Alya was having one of the best day of her life, she tought Henry was very charming and romantic. She didn't had much dates because she often felt like the guy was only interested in sleeping with her, which wasn't what she looked for, like, at all.

Her friends often told her she was overly romantic, and that she would never find someone if she didn't change her mind. Sometimes she had thought her friends may have been right, that maybe she read too much books and that it somehow kept her in a romantic-mood that only exists in fairy tale. But, whatever she tried, deep in her heart she couldn't accept it.

And she started to think, she was finally right, because Henry was diferent. He was charming in an old-fashionned way that makes her lose her mind. It was obvious that he really cared about her, he wanted to get to know her mind too.

Okay, that was this strange behaviour about his fame, but she could understand it. It wasn't hard to imagine he had been used to meet people that tried to use him for their own personal benefit or selfishness.

As they arrived in a small street, she stopped in front of an old entrance porch.

"This is it", she said, "I live here".

It was a very modest district but Henry didn't care at all. She climb a step of the small stairs and turned to Henry.

"Thank you for the tea" she said and her head was just at the same height as Henry.

He came closer to her, his eyes in hers. He took a strand of her hair and replaced it behind her ear. He then let his hand slip against her neck and slowly came nearer until his lips touched hers. She closed her eyes, shivering under the touch. He pressed his lips against hers a bit further and she opened the mouth, granting him a deeper access.

When they separated from each other, they stood a moment foreheard against forehead and smiled at each others.

"So... Can I call you tonight ?" he said taking a step back.