After the club scene idea failed miserable, I realized maybe I was going about this thing the wrong way and maybe I was a little rough on Edward. This was after all, all new to him.
If I wanted to help Edward become more outgoing I was first going to have to do it in a calming, peaceful environment that he was used to before throwing him into a crowd of strangers.
I brought Edward back to his room, he seemed instantly relieved at the familiar surroundings and let out a breath.
"What are we going to be doing in my room?" Edward asked in confusion.
I eyed the grand piano that sat in the middle of his room. His eyes followed mine.
"You say you play. Will you play something for me Edward?"
I watched as Edward gulped nervously.
"I never played in front of someone before. I play it when I'm alone and have feelings bottled up that need to come out." He confessed.
"It's okay, if you don't want to play for me Edward, I was just asking." I said simply.
He fidgeted in his spot uneasily.
"No, it's not that. I would like to play for you, umm, it's just its kind of personal for me."
"I understand. It's okay. Don't worry about it." I voiced before walking over to his collect of books.
I looked through his collection of classics, bored, trying to think of how to open him up when the sound of the piano made me freeze. I turned around to see Edward sitting at the piano, timidly striking a couple of keys.
He stopped cold seeing I was now watching.
"Don't look at me when I play, please. I can't play with you watching me." He voiced, squeezing his eyes shut.
Without saying anything I slowly moved behind him while he played, giving him the illusion he was alone.
His long fingers stroke the keys with grace and great control. I listen as the sweet yet sad melody filled the air. It was a beautiful piece and touching. Edward was great at the piano. I couldn't understand why he didn't want anyone to hear him.
It made me smile to know he was opening up to me little by little letting me in his bubble world.
I place a hand on Edward's shoulder giving it a light squeeze and the music came to an abrupt stop and I could feel Edward's body tense under my touch.
"What are you doing?" He asked nervously, looking down at the black and white keys.
"I want to try something with you Edward, I see this Piano brings you much of an escape from your everyday life and puts you at ease. I also know you have issues with being touched. I want to try to see if we can possibly combine the two to help you get over your fear of having someone's hands on you."
I could hear Edward take a shaky breath.
"Well you let me try out my idea Edward?"
"Okay." He replied in a low whisper.
"If it makes you too uncomfortable we can stop at anything time you just say the words, okay?" I voiced.
Edward gave a little nod before going back to playing. I put my hand back on Edward's shoulder; he tensed again and missed a couple keys, but continued to play his music. I waited till he was deep enough into the melody before adding my other hand on this left shoulder.
He let out a sigh and continued to press his long skillful fingers against the keys. I waited to Edward was lost in the music before I started to massage his tense shoulder blades.
Edward's intense playing became soft and playful and soon slowed down to a stop. His fingers lazily rested on the keys and his form slumped forward under my touch. He let out a content sigh.
"See Edward, this isn't so bad, right? You sound great on the piano." I whisper in his ear, noticing his tranquil state.
"You should loosen up more often, you get way to tense." I voiced, running my hands from his shoulders down his back to work his knots out, I heard something that sound like a moan and before I knew it Edward was up in a flash running into his walk in closet and closing the door behind him.