Genesis Imagines

Horizons | Steve Hackett #1

"Congratulations Sherlock, you got me." he laughed lowering his arms with a laugh.

"Where are we going?" you asked curiously, looking deep into his blue eyes wanting to force an answer, but it was met with the opposite result as he smiled broadly, letting the colour of his irises sink in. He always did that, making you able to pause in mid-sentence just because of his sweet smile. He was well aware of this, sometimes, like now he even took advantage of it.

"You're not playing fair!" you indignantly joked, crossing your arms on your chest.

"Really? I don't understand what you mean." he shrugged his shoulders seemingly innocently and leaned in to kiss your cheek gently, making you blush.

"You're doing it again..." you had already left the house, and you continued to argue with him.

"What am I doing?" he teased you, pretending to be unaware.

"You're deliberately messing with my head. Not nice, Mr. Hackett." You poked him in the side, but he seemed unmoved.
"I really don't know what you mean, miss" he shook his head at you, and you sighed theatrically.

"So you're not going to tell me, are you?" You asked, hugging him resignedly.

"How did you know? Besides, it's a surprise, accept it." his laughter somehow brought a smile to your face again.

"I would never change you for nobody, but sometimes I really wish you were less mysterious." you joked with him and he just shook his head.

"I also wouldn't, (Y/N), even if patience doesn't seem to be your strong suit right now." he laughed as you poked him again. "Well what? I'm just stating the facts!" you croaked, but he apparently pleased with himself put his arm around you and kissed the top of your head ending your conversation.

You spent the rest of the journey in silence gazing at the evening's lowering sun casting its glare on the water and the horizon looming in the distance. It was a beautiful evening, with a gentle rainy aura still hanging in the air, even if the warm rays had already managed to dry out most of the puddles.

In the meantime, you stopped by the post office to send a card. Finally, after ten minutes of walking, you finally arrived at the place Steve wanted to take you to. It turned out to be a small pier, at the end of which stood one solitary bench. Steve sat down on it and invited you to join in beside him

"This place is beautiful..." you sighed, resting your head on his shoulder and focusing on the beautiful view.

Steve didn't respond, however, so you turned your head towards him to notice that he was already holding a guitar in his lap. You wanted to ask what he was going to play, but before you had time, his fingers had already struck the strings gently, producing a quiet sound from the instrument. After a while, he began to play a gentle melody, the smoothness of which seemed to blend perfectly with the sound of the sea.

It seemed magnificent to you, your heart seemed to start beating a little faster because of the short piece. You gazed at the beautiful landscape around you, the sun melting into the sea and the sky filled with hues from gold through red and pink to purple and dark blue. The melody continued to flow, and you felt as if each sweet note played by your boyfriend was laying down its own separate story, bringing the composition together.

You wanted the moment to last forever, but after a while, the sound of the guitar faded away, leaving only space for the incessant hum of the waves hitting the pier.

You couldn't say anything, you were still lost in your own thoughts when Steve put the guitar down and after a few minutes finally decided to speak up.

"What do you think?" he asked a little shyly, as if he didn't know that you had always had boundless admiration for his skills.

"It was magical, Steve." you just nodded your head still unable to tear your thoughts away from the graceful mood of the piece.

"Do you really think so? It's still unfinished, I just thought you'd like to hear it." He added, and his voice was quiet, as if he didn't want to disturb the blissful silence.

"That tune was really great. I loved it." You said touched, wrapping your arms around his neck and hiding your face in your boyfriend's dark hair.

"I actually wrote it for you last night." he confessed in a whisper, combing his long, slender fingers through your hair.

"Really?" you asked surprised, lifting your head to look into his sparkling blue eyes.

"Yes. I love every moment spent here with you." he stated sincerely, and you were surprised by his boldness. He wasn't the type of man who said such things very often; he seemed more like a silent lover, seemingly far less affectionate than he actually was.

I'm glad you're here with me too, Steve. You don't even know how much I love you." you whispered, before placing a gentle kiss on his soft lips.

"I love you too, (Y/N). More than you can imagine." he replied barely audibly against your lips, before kissing your forehead.

You rested your head on his shoulder again and smiled to yourself, grabbing one of Steve's hands between your own. This one holiday, and this evening in particular, was to remain in your memory for a long time to come.