Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 54

4 years ago

Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 54

An automatic smile made its way onto my face as he sung; his voice deep and beautiful. His singing somehow soothed me and made me feel like I was in a different world than the one I was in now. That’s how incredible it was.

“You’re the best thing I never knew I needed …”

I bit my lip as I listened carefully to the lyrics. It did apply to me right? I didn’t want to ask because 1) I wanted him to keep singing and 2) I didn’t want to sound self-absorbed … or stupid.
“So now it’s so clear, I need you here always …” His dark ocher eyes stayed locked with mine intensely and felt my heart starting to beat faster. How freakin’ perfect could he get? “… I must admit you were not a part of my book, but now if you open it and take a look, you’re the beginning and the end of every chapter, oh …”

Throughout the whole song, I sat there patiently and nodded my head along to the song. I had never heard of it but I didn’t care. The lyrics were meaningful. Once Henry finished, he bit his lip. “So did you like it?”

“How did I like it?” I repeated. “I didn’t like it.”

Henry blinked and he looked ashamed of himself. “I’m sorry.”

I then started to laugh. “I didn’t like it, I loved it!” I exclaimed happily, throwing my arms around him. I felt his chest rumble as he laughed. “Sorry for bringing your massive ego down for a few seconds.”

He ran a hair through my hair. “You’re such a pancake.”

“And you’re such a peanut.”
“Pancake.”
“Peanut.”
“Pancake with maple syrup.”
“Peanut with almonds and cashews!”
We both stared seriously at each other, and then started to laugh. I think we were officially the weirdest couple out.

“Almonds and cashews? Seriously?” Henry questioned with an amused smirk.

I huffed. “I didn’t know what to say! I said the first thing which came into my head!”
He ruffled my hair. “That’s just like you.”
“Whatever do you mean?” I frowned and when I met Henry’s eyes, he was looking down at me affectionately.

“I don’t know … but Lainie, I just want you to know something.” He then tilted my chin so I could meet his eyes. I wondered what this was about. “I … I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I’m serious about us and I’m not using you. What Steve said, about me moving onto different girls … yeah I did do that and I’m not proud of it, but I promise you, I would never hurt you like that.”

My lips smiled on their own accord. I had known this somehow anyway, like a gut feeling. I told Henry this and he looked sighed with relief.
“But you know … if you do ever hurt me, I’ll find a way of revenge,” I whispered as I ran my fingers down his chest.

He shivered and I suspected it was because of my touch. “I know, but really, I don’t think I ever want anyone else. I …” He gazed intensely into my eyes and then quietly, he added, “I love you.”

Shock filled me. What would I say? Did I love him? Henry seemed to sense I was confused and he took my hand. “You don’t have to say it back. I just … wanted to tell you.”

I nodded, still stunned, then out of nowhere, Henry’s cell rang. He groaned and fished it out of his pocket before answering. I sat there gazing out at the sparse ocean and thinking about ‘love.’

What was love? How did I know if I loved Henry? Was it that contented feeling whenever I was with him? Was it understanding each other? Two halves of a whole? That’s what it felt like when I was around Henry. I was just plain happy and content. It felt like it was just the two of us. I didn’t need anything or anyone else except him.
Was that qualified as love, or was it just a crush?
Henry’s voice snapped me out of my swirling thoughts. “Steve says we need to get back. He said it was urgent.”

“Did he apologize for ruining our first date?” I joked lightly.

Henry chuckled. “No he didn’t.”
I snorted at his answer. “How rude of him.”
Henry then started to pack up the picnic and whenever I tried to help, he would refuse. I smiled to myself as I watched him pick up the stray cheese cubes which had been thrown around by the both of us. “How are you bringing this home?” I asked.

Henry gave me a crooked grin which made my heart skip a beat. “I asked Keith to set up the picnic and bring it back.”

Keith and Henry? They were getting along? Wow.
As we headed over to his motorbike, Henry added, “He helped me cook you know.”
I raised any eyebrow. “Really? Why did you go to him?”

“He’s a good friend of yours and I … want to know your friends,” Henry explained. “Wait … now I look like a stalker.”

I wrapped my arms around his waist after I hopped on the bike. “Don’t worry peanut, I get what you mean.”

I seriously felt like screaming into a pillow because of Henry’s cuteness.

* * *

When we arrived at the hotel, I was busy with my thoughts, my thoughts on Henry to be exact. He had changed so much and I was pretty sure it was because of me. He had trusted me with his secret about his father, he had put effort into our date, learned to cook for me, made friends with Keith because he was my own friend and so many other things.

And I used to think he was king of the jerks.
As Henry pressed the elevator buttons, I realised how thoughtful he was and how caring he was. I couldn’t stand it – I pulled him to me and kissed him. He froze and then finally responded slowly by pushing me against the wall of the lift. Our gentle kiss turned humid and we were both suddenly hungry for more kisses. I pulled lightly on his hair which made his arms tighten around me. I think he liked that. Suddenly, his lips left mine and travelled slowly down my neck. Oh my god, I think we were slowly losing control. I had to stop before things went too far, especially since we were in a lift.

So I pulled back and found myself short of breath. I found myself staring at Henry smiling at me and I couldn’t help but blurt out the words, “I love you too.”

The doors of the lift then opened and Henry was still standing there in shock. I guess he really hadn’t expected that. Finally, he grinned so wide I was afraid his face might split and took my hand to lead me out of the lift. He seemed to be shining with happiness.
We didn’t say anything on the walk to Steve’s hotel room because we understood each other now. When he knocked on the door, it opened immediately, revealing my distressed uncle.
“Come in guys.” He sounded grim and now I was afraid. What was he going to tell us? Had he changed his mind about my relationship with Henry? The three of us sat down on the couch and I fidgeted with the hem of my top as I waited for Steve to say something. Finally, he did.
“They know.”