London Calling

Effy's Pov

What am I doing!? Why am I identifying his features!?, there is no need for me to do that. I shook my head realizing I was pulling some sort of face. With that awkward yet nice, but exceedingly weird moment I proceeded to put the film on. We sat and watched.
It was silent but it wasn't awkward. It wasn't the nice kind of silence either. I'm not sure what it was but it was comfortable, It felt okay to be with him. It was simple. No complications.

We watched a few more films including Zombieland and Ganster Squad. The silence was broken half way through Zombieland, when we began to talk about what we would do if there was some sort of Zombie Apocalypse. His smile was innocent.

I could tell he was enjoying himself; his laugh was genuine and sweet. We ordered chinese just before midnight and sat and indulged in pretty much the whole menu. I offered to pay half but Harry insisted and paid for it all. His politeness didn't faze me; I expected it when I know I really shouldn't have.
Everything was going well, until he went a wrecked it.

There I was just eating a bowl of chips, minding my own business watching the film and then all of a sudden I felt something bitter hit my face.

I gasped in a horrified manor. Ice-cream crawled down my nose and onto my chips. I looked up to see an ear to ear childish grin stamped on Harry’s face. I moved my eyes to his hands, where I saw him clutching a spoon with vanilla ice-cream slowly dripping onto his palms. He sat there even though he had been caught red handed and smiled idiotically. I couldn’t help but laugh. I burst into a fit of laughter and wiped the now fully melted liquid off my face.

I put my bowl down and I saw the sudden change in his expression, he knew what was coming. Before I could even grab the can of squirty cream he had gotten off of the sofa and ran into the kitchen. I silently tip-toed into the kitchen and found him hiding at the side of the fridge.
‘I haven’t got anything, don’t worry I’m not going to get you back’
‘Are you sure? I don’t think you’re telling the truth’I could sense the playful side of him appearing.
‘I promise’I said with a sincere smile on my face. With that he came out from hiding and walked back into the lounge. I followed closely behind.
‘Oh Harry, by the way…’As soon as he turned around to respond to me, I pressed down on the can and allowed the cream to go pretty much everywhere.
I heard him gasp and giggle. He put his hands up in defence. I stopped. I put the lid back on the can.‘Ok, fine you win’ He said. ‘I surrender’
‘Good’
‘Eff, can I call you Eff?’
‘Yeah sure’
‘One more thing Eff’,I looked at him with a confused expression, he opened his arms wide and by now the cream had ran down onto his t-shirt and down his chest. That’s when he leaned into to hug me. I didn't even have chance to move before he was practically strangling me. He towered over me; his arms were wrapped round my entire body, I couldn’t move as he squeezed me tighter allowing the cream to continue to seep through my shirt. He smelt sweet, of course from the ice-cream, but a smell I had encountered before. I couldn't help but laugh as cream was printed all over my t-shirt and face. He finally let go, and the result was uncanny. We looked like twin snowmen.

We messed around like that for hours. By the end my main living room was destroyed. Gummy bears had somehow magically stuck themselves to my wall and fireplace. I tried to remove them all but failed when Harry found them behind the tv. I shall never know how they got there. We were covered in all sorts, from Chinese food to well I’m not entirely sure. I had a laugh though. And I could tell he enjoyed himself too.

‘uh Harry, now look’I pointed to messy shirt, he looked down at my wet t-shirt and laughed to himself.
‘Any chance I can change?’he asked, still laughing
‘I don’t really have anything, I have baggy t-shirts but I don’t think they would fit you. I can wash your top if you like, but it won’t be dry for a couple hours?’
‘That’s cool, I’m in no rush’His dimples appeared again on his baby faced expression as he finished attempting to wipe most of the cream off of him.

I went to change myself when I was stopped in my tracks. I observed as Harry began to take his top off. His tattoos were peering out of his skin at every inch. His body was so defined, I couldn’t help but gaze. His golden skin tone glistened in the faint strays of moonlight that crept through the glass. He looked down and caught me. His posture became diminutive and his face appeared insecure. An insignificant smirk shone on his face causing me to blush because I’d been caught gawking at his god-like body.

I breathed deeply as I placed his shirt into the washing machine and proceeded to change clothes. I took of my shirt and placed it with his. It was only then did I notice in the reflection of the framed picture on the wall that he was standing behind me. I gasped and turned around, embarrassed, I covered up my body.
‘What are you doing!?’I felt a little creeped out but at the same time, it wasn't as if I was naked.
‘I’m sorry I just, I didn’t mean to stare’
‘Harry it’s fine, It’s not as if I’m naked.’I tried to reach for my shirt but I’d forgotten I had already turned the washing machine on. I ran into my room to get another shirt.

I changed into some comfy pyjamas, nothing too girly, you know with hearts and that, they were just simple. It was at least half past midnight now, we didn’t bother to clean up. It was an eventful night.
When I emerged from my room, Harry was sitting shirtless on my sofa. Obviously I couldn’t contain my grin, he was beautiful. I’m sure I haven’t thought that before. I threw him some joggers of mine that were at least 2 sizes big. I suggested he change in the bathroom but he insisted on changing in front of me. It wasn’t a big deal and of course I didn’t mind. I tried not to gawk again this time but seemingly failed.

After the discarded and brief nakedness we put on another film, I can’t remember the name, Cape Fear or something. I noticed he had gotten pretty close to me in last half an hour. It was dark in the room apart from the tv screen which illuminated parts of his skin. I watched him intensely, seeing the movie flicker in his eyes. He knew I was looking. I turned away before he could catch a glimpse of my stare.
‘You alright’he asked curiously
‘ye, you?’he nodded, his smile so childish.I was already sort of slanted across the sofa, almost lying on his chest but I didn’t want to disturb him so I lay awkwardly for a while. He shuffled around on the sofa for a few minutes then, gradually lowered his arm so it was close to my shoulder. With an instant move his palm was resting on me. I wasn’t really sure how to react, so I didn’t.
Not for a while anyhow.

After and hour or two he had fallen asleep. It was around 3 in the morning. My eye lids were heavy. They fought to stay open but, they didn’t put up a good fight. I leisurely shifted my body into his and rested my head on his chest. My body gently placed itself at his side. Like a puzzle we fitted on the sofa, just like that. Cringey? I know. I’m not normally one for cringe moments but, this was, I don’t know. It was just cool. It sufficed.

My eye lids have the strength to look up once more before I was drowning in dreams. I glanced at his faultless face, his half smile suggested he was dreaming contentedly. With that I fell asleep with him.

Notes

Hey, new update. Please let me know what you think. I did try and update the other day, but it only updated half the chapter so here is the full version.

Just saw how many views I have, now I know compared to others it isn't many but, I am so grateful for everyone who has even looked upon this story, so thankyou very much x

Isla x