When Sparks Fly...Chapter 13

*I am deeply sorry everyone I have taken so long to post, I know I usually post daily, but it’s just I got my exam results back, I have a job now which makes me very tired, I don’t get home till six and it is my summer so I am rather busy juggling everything around and this chapter was just hard to write generally with finding a song and stuff. It also doesn't help that buzzle only updates once a day too so you have to wait for the approval..

I chose ‘Only Hope’ by either Mandy Moore or Switchfoot because it’s my new fav song and I watched ‘A Walk To Remember’ yesterday and sobbed my heart out so I chose that one! Check it out on youtube!

L.A-I know! How things have changed! I am so very lucky with so many comments. 80 on my final chapter of ‘It Could Be Him’! I’m astounded, I never expected that reaction!
Samantha Brooke-future in laws, you are planning ahead! Lol! They are a cute family though, Ashlee and Hope are lovely.
Little Miss-I’m sorry! That is quite an anti-social effect my stories have on you! Lol! But if you’re enjoying them, that’s what matters! :D
Nikki G-yeah, I planned that from the outset that their names could combine! Mmm, maybe you’re right with the smoking!
Amrit-haha, I am rather afraid I am turning people into mad people when they read my stories seeing the effect which people tell me they have on them! Lol!
Zevyiane-you’re back! Your comments are more masterful than my stories! I’m in awe of them and the belief that my story is good-bless you! I’ll see about Caesar’s p.o.v later on!

ClairemmHm-I’m glad you’re liking my story so much! But checking 4 times a day will do nothing because buzzle only uploads once a day, weekdays it’s around 7am in England and weekends it’s usually in the afternoon, hope this helps explains why they don’t just come up all the time!
Luli-it's the least I could do!
Laura-Beth-yeah, she's very random, a lot like me!
SK-you crack me up! Yeah, Johnny! But I like Caesar more too! I know, the comments amaze me! I don’t deserve them, but I’ll gladly take them! Haha, no I’m not! Mmm, I wish too!
Rebby-ahh I’m glad! Romantic little hints are hiding in there I think!
Rosabella Maire-do I? I’m kind of sailing along hoping for the best to happen!

Everyone else, yet again, you're way too kind about me and the story and I get rather embarrassed by your sweetness, bless you! I'm glad so many of you are liking the story and I hope you will continue to! Hope you enjoy, I think you'll like this one you romantic bunch!*
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After the play, which was phenomenal, Damien suggests going to this little bar he knows which is quite intimate and not too loud and crazy, much my sort of club. A relaxed, chilled bar where people aren’t just there to get wasted.

After changing into something a little glitzier, Lola and I meet the guys at reception.

‘Looking good, Chick.’ Caesar says grinning at me.

‘Stop checking me out.’ I tease.

‘Can’t help it.’

I tap his arm and say ‘Have you heard of this place then?’

He nods ‘Yeah, people perform there; it’s quite a nice, friendly bar.’

‘You could play the guitar or piano.’ I say eagerly.

He snorts and laughs at me ‘No way.’

‘Why not? Are you crap?’

‘Probably.’

‘Please, for me?’ I flutter my eyelashes and Caesar pokes his tongue out.

‘Don’t bribe me.’

I smile ‘Go on, show me how good you are.’

‘We’ll see.’

We eventually arrive at the bar and it’s quite busy, Caesar thinks it’s necessary to hold onto me as we try and get to the front, he thinks I’ll get lost again. I don’t think he’ll ever let that slide.

‘Please go up, Caesar. I really want to hear you play.’

Caesar looks at me doubtfully and says ‘I don’t know.’

‘Please.’ I beg, running my hand through his hair flirtatiously.

Caesar laughs and says ‘You are such a flirt.’

‘I’m not flirting, I am merely advising you to share your talent and entertain everyone.’

Caesar raises and eyebrow and nods sarcastically before saying ‘Ok. I’ll ask.’

I throw my arms around Caesar enthusiastically and say ‘I can’t wait!’

So Caesar goes off to ask the man at the front of the club and nods ‘Everyone, our next person up is Caesar who is singing and playing ‘Only Hope’.’

I grin and stand by the stage with Lola and Damien. Caesar sits on the stool and starts to strum and tune his guitar. He’s singing my favourite song. I told him about it a few days ago in passing for some obscure reason, but he's remembered.

I smile at Caesar and he winks at me as he begins…

There's a song that's inside of my soul.
It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again
I'm awake in the infinite cold.
But you sing to me over and over and over again.

So, I lay my head back down.
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours, I pray, to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope.

Sing to me the song of the stars.
Of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again.
When it feels like my dreams are so far
Sing to me of the plans that you have for me over again.

So I lay my head back down.
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours, I pray, to be only yours
I know now, you're my only hope.

I give you my destiny.
I'm giving you all of me.
I want your symphony, singing in all that I am
At the top of my lungs, I'm giving it back.

So I lay my head back down.
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours, I pray, to be only yours
I pray, to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope.

Throughout the song, Caesar doesn’t take his eyes off me and I feel as if he was singing the song to me, strange, but I want to believe he did sing that to me because, well, it was beautiful. I felt the emotions as he was singing, with his pure as honey voice that melts into a mix of indie and jazz.. Beautiful…

The whole club was silent as they heard Caesar start to play, it was like a real life music gig, people were awe-struck by his talent, none more so than me.

Lola nudges me as Caesar hands the guitar back and she whispers ‘How are you not in love with him already?’

I grin and watch Caesar nervously take a bow in front of the applauding crowd. He runs his hands through his tousled, messy hair and claps them back thank you. Bless him.

‘You were amazing.’ Lola gushes.

Caesar shrugs and I say ‘You were, actually.’

‘Really?’ He says in astonishment.

I nod ‘Really. Now come on, I want to dance.’

Caesar laughs and says ‘With me?’

I blush ‘Well if you’re asking.’

He nods, smirking ‘I am.’ He holds out his hand and I take it as he rolls me into his body.
I laugh and Caesar dutifully sways me around the bar and every girl is wishing she could be in his arms right now, but it’s me! He’s with me and shows no intention of leaving me.

‘Shall we go outside?’ Caesar says, twenty songs later after hard-core dancing.

I nod and wipe my sweaty forehead on my cardigan before walking outside.

‘God, you’re gonna catch a chill, Chick.’ Caesar says pulling his jumper over my head.

I fit snugly into the jumper and Caesar sits down on the top of the pebbly hill and taps for me to sit next to him. I can still hear the music thumping from the bar and it feels so magical, watching the rides come in and out and seeing the sparkling lights from Brighton Pier.

‘You look beautiful tonight.’ Caesar says.

I laugh ‘I’m waiting for the insult.’

‘There isn’t one, ye of little faith.’ He replies, grinning

‘Oh.’ I blush and Caesar links his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him to keep me warm. ‘It’s so beautiful and peaceful here.’ I whisper.

‘It is.’ Caesar nods.

He looks down at me and smiles. His eyes fall upon my lips and before I know what is happening, Caesar’s kissing me.

He is pressing his beautiful, bee-stung lips to mine and I’m cupping his face in my hands, ruffling his curls and deepening the kiss, wanting to bring him in closer to me.

His tongue skims my bottom lip, teasing me, asking to join mine and I grin as I part my lips slightly to allow him in. Oh goodness…

I am grinning so much it's ridiculous.

And now his hand is gliding up the back of my top, caressing the small of my back, as he gently lowers me back onto the pebbles and places his weight on top of me. The feeling of him lightly pressing up against my body feels fantastic and is none like I’ve imagined. I’m not being crushed, but I’m feeling him on me, seriously, this is perfect.

Caesar trails small, sweet kisses down my neck and sucks at the base. A gasp escapes my mouth and that fuels Caesar on even more. I can feel a huge grin forming on Caesar’s lips as he continues to kiss me.

I pull his lips back to mine and Caesar’s hands roam up my front. His hand stops at my belly button and whispers ‘You sexy stunner.’ He gently tugs at my belly bar and the feeling I’m getting is mind-blowing.

Caesar being in control of me is amazing and I don’t even care that I’ve melted in his arms. I’ve never felt like this before and I don’t want him to stop.

One of his hands gently cups my bra and I groan in pleasure, oh God, he has such a bad effect of me.

He brings his lips back down to mine and kisses me long and deeply, before he rests forehead rests against mine, gently rubbing his nose with mine. We pause for a while and I feel all embarrassed and awkward. What’s going to happen now? I didn’t see that coming in a million years. ‘Are you ok?’ He whispers, gently caressing the nape of my neck.

Caesar sits up and pulls me up with him and I slouch on his lap as he says ‘It’s ok, I understand if you don’t want to mean anything.’

But the problem is what if I do?

‘Shit.’ Caesar swears. ‘I’ve mucked it all up now, damn, I never should have done that, I’m sorry, Chick, forget this ever happened. Just, um, don’t worry, I won’t say anything, we’ll, um, let’s forget about it ok?’ He moves me off his lap and stands up, running his hand through his soft, bouncy curls.

Caesar looks at me, hurt and distraught and then walks off back to the hotel.

What? ‘Caesar…’ I say wanting him to stay.

He doesn’t turn around, just starts pacing towards the hotel. God, he can walk fast.

‘Caesar, wait up a second!’ Will he not let me reply back to his jumbled sentence?

He takes the lift in the hotel and I opt for the stairs to beat him up there.

My feet are so hurting right now. I stand outside the lift out of breath and rest against the wall facing the lift, catching my breath back and waiting for him to come out.

And then it opens.

He walks out without noticing me standing opposite, and then sees me breathing deeply against the wall.

‘Chick, forget it, I’m sorry, I over-stepped the mark and it was wrong of me. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.’ He quickly walks past me and goes right to his room and opens the door with such speed he’s in before I can say even a word.

Why is he apologizing? Why won’t he let me respond? I don’t want him to think of it as nothing, I want it to mean something.

Now he’s pissing me off.

I go back to my room and sit down on my bed with a huff, pondering what just happened. Great, the guy I like thinks I don’t like him when he couldn’t be more wrong. He kissed me, that has got to be an indication of something more than being just friendly. I know it does.

I need to see him. I need to talk to him.

I walk down the corridor to his room and knock once. He doesn’t open for a bit so I slouch against the wall opposite after knocking another three times.

At last, he opens it and looks like he’s upset. Oh Caesar…

I stand up in silence, then move over to him, leaning up on my toes and then press my lips to his. I link my arms around his neck and after a slow, beautiful kiss, I whisper ‘But what if I want it to mean something?’

Caesar checks my eyes and says ‘What?’

‘If you had just let me explain and gathered my thoughts together, Mr Impatient, I was going to say I want it to mean something too. Caesar, I’ve liked you for a while now and when you kissed me, I was in a little shock since you’ve never indicated that you’ve liked me before, but I feel the same way too, loser. I like you.’ I grin and kiss him once again and my tummy is bubbling up with excitement.

‘Chick! Why didn’t you tell me straight away! God I thought you didn’t want to kiss me!’ He then beams a smile at me and says softly ‘I want it to mean something too, or else I never would have kissed you. And I have given you so many indications, but you are as blind as a blind bat, I swear!’

Has he?

I giggle and brush his hair away and press another kiss to his lips. Caesar gently rubs my back and then whispers into my ear ‘You know I chose that song for you, don’t you?’

I smile ‘Well, I hoped you did considering it’s my favourite song, but I can’t believe you remembered it and you were able to sing it so well. You were faultless. I never knew you were that good; you will have no problem achieving your dream being like that, I mean it.’

He blushes and kisses my cheek then says ‘Bless you, Chick. I’m glad you liked it.’

He pulls me into one of his famous hugs and I say ‘I don’t want to leave you now, especially after this.’

‘Me neither.’ He murmurs.

‘Can I stay here tonight?’ I dare to ask. I have never asked something like that before, but that's what Caesar does to me, he makes me forget about worrying and dares me to have fun and live in the moment. And that's what I'm doing. I don't want to leave him now. I want to stay with him and snuggle up in his arms all night long, keeping him with me, not wanting to leave him.

He smiles ‘What about Lola and Damien?’

‘Call them and tell them to use my room.’ I say excitedly.

Caesar gets his phone out and calls Damien then nods at me. I grin, walking over to him and link my arms around his waist. Caesar hangs up and gently strokes my face. He picks me up and carries me over to his bed and gently places me in the centre. He leans on top of me, gives me a sneaky kiss then asks ‘Do you want to borrow some stuff?’

I nod and slip out of my dress as Caesar goes over to his suitcase to get me something to wear. I sit awkwardly waiting on the bed in just my bra and knickers, but Caesar instead is just gazing at my belly button piercing.

'I love it.' He tells me as he changes into something for bed.

I look down and gently finger the bar, laughing. Caesar leans over and touches it in it's full glory grinning, before putting a T-shirt of his on me. I laugh as he dresses me and then he says 'Legs up.' I lift my legs up and he puts some jogging bottoms on too.

'Comfy?' He asks.

I nod and he gives me a quick forehead kiss before turning all the lights off.

As I get into bed, I pull the duvet up and snuggle underneath it. Instead of Caesar wanting to get his wicked way with me; he simply wraps an arm around me, holding me close and falls asleep before I do. It makes me smile and I lean over and kiss his cheek, smiling before resting my head on his toned chest, with my hand gently tracing his jawline before falling asleep too…

In the morning, I’m woken up by hot lips on my neck, gently kissing away. Oh I remember where I am now. I huge grin forms on my face as I hear Caesar say ‘Morning Chick.’ knowing I’m awake.

I turn around to face him and say softly ‘Thank you.’

‘Huh? What for?’ He asks with a bemused face, linking his arms around my waist.

‘For everything and nothing.’

He laughs and says ‘Ok then?’

‘I never thought we’d be here.’ I confess quietly. And I so don’t want it to end.

He nods ‘Neither did I, but I’m so glad we are.’ He takes my hand and kisses my wrist and I feel a little sad. The fear of not knowing what’s going to happen between us worries me.

After getting changed into something comfy for the coach journey home we go down to breakfast.

We go down in near enough silence, and after getting out breakfast, me a croissant and Caesar some cereal, I ask nervously ‘What’s going to happen now, Caesar?’

Caesar looks up from his cereal and says ‘Whatever you want to happen, Chick.’

‘That’s not an answer, Caesar. Do you regret kissing me last night and spending the night with me? And don’t be sarky.’ I warn.

Caesar laughs at me and says. ‘No, you’re a great kisser and you keep the bed warm.’ He grins cheekily and I slap his arm.

‘Caesar…’ I whine. He's still the same Caesar. Nothings changed and that's exactly how I want it to stay. I don't want him to change, I want him to be Caesar. The Caesar I've fallen for. God knows why, but I have and I never want him to change.

‘Victoria…’ He mocks. My real name sounds strange coming from Caesar. ‘I answered your question.’

‘Fine, what happens now?’

He pats my hair down and grins as he says shaking his head ‘Nice hair it matches mine.’

I look at him angrily as he’s deferring, then he smiles.

‘Do you like me?’ I ask him.

He nods ‘Yes, I really like you.’

‘Do you?’ I say in a loved up voice.

He smiles at me and blows me a kiss ‘Yep, I really do.’

‘Have you always?’

He laughs ‘Honestly, no, you were such a pain in the arse when I first met you.’

I raise an eyebrow and say ‘You could have humoured me and said ‘No Chick, you were just perfect when I met you.’' I even refer to myself as Chick now around Caesar.

Caesar looks at me with a wry smile and says ‘I could have, but I would have been lying and I’m not going to lie to you. Go on, tell me what you thought of me when we first met.’

‘I thought you were a complete, obnoxious, ignorant, rude, twat when I first met you.’ I say smugly, trying to annoy him.

He grins ‘Nice.’

‘But true.’

‘Don’t hold back, will you!’

‘I won’t.’ I smile. ‘So, do you want us to try then, us being together?’

He pauses ‘Yeah, I do, just don’t expect a perfect guy, because I’m not, Chick. I’m not good with relationships at all, so I’ve warned you.’ I take his hand and link my fingers with his over the table when he says coyly ‘Do you like me then?’

I look up at him and tease with a shrug ‘A bit, I guess.’

‘A bit?’

‘Mmm, a bit.’

Caesar swears at me playfully, causing me to laugh.

Little does he know, I really do like him more than a bit, a hell of a lot more than just a bit...
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