That Friday morning was the best thing that ever happened to me. It was like one minute I was shit-faced and on my way to crappy school, and the other I was locking lips with my fantasy boyfriend. It was all happening so fast. It was still the weekend and my mum was still up in Scotland, which meant I still had the house to myself. The only one who knew about this was Nathan because he had picked up no one else was there when he came round Friday. This was so abnormal. I never thought Nathan was into younger girls.
It was Saturday night and I was sat watching Friends again (god I love that show) and kept glancing at my phone to see if Nathan had texted - I gave him my number before he left Friday afternoon. Looking as though Nathan wasn't wanting to do anything, I was thinking about ringing up Lucy to see if she wanted to come round. Lucy is my best friend, we have known each other since nursery. We grew up together, which meant we both shared more or less the same interests, including The Wanted. Even though I can trust her and I love her to bits, I'm not planning on telling her about the Nathan situation. It's only a fling, why would anyone need to know? Even though I was DYING to tell someone, I shouldn't. I would get judged - big time.
As I went to pick up the phone, I heard a knock at the door in a quite bouncy rhythm. I leaped up from the sofa, intrigued on who would be knocking at my door at 9pm on a Saturday night, and answered it. Nathan.
"These are for you." he said while handing me the most beautiful flowers I had ever layed my eyes on. They were purple tulips with some red roses in a beautifully wrapped lime green bag, with a huge red ribbon around the head.
"Nathan! They are beautiful! Thank you so much!" I said and lent in to give him a peck on the cheek, however he moved his head so he caught my lips with his. He kissed me powerfully and breathed out onto my face, making shivers parade throughout my neck.
"That was unexpected!" I said whilst we were walking into the kitchen. I put the flowers on the side and was about to get out a vase when he grabbed me by the arm, forcing me to face him.
"I can't seem to keep myself off you! God Emma what have you don't to me?!" he then wildly grabbed by head and pulled it to his, engaging us in yet another passionate kiss. His tongue explored my mouth, whilst mine was embracing his. I pulled away, leaving him pouting.
"Teaser." he said followed by a wink. I giggled.
"Are you planning on staying tonight? Because if you are we can do other things like watch a movie." I said, walking back into the living room with him trailing behind.
"Staying over? Kinky." he nudged me and smirked.
"Hey! I mean to sleep!" I said with an innocent look on my face. Joking, of course. Yes I was underage but I was 14, I wasn't oblivious to sex. I knew how it worked, how you felt, I just didn't think I was ready. Anyway, I want it to be special. With someone I love. Not with an international pop-star who would be gone in a few weeks.
We sat down on the sofa together under a blanket after deciding to watch Inglorious Basterds, Nathan's favourite film, along with mine. It was funny how much me and Nath had in common: drinking tea, the play voice, music, and now this. He sat with his legs apart and slummed down with his arm around me, while I snuggled into his chest. The film was amazing, as always.
When the credits came on, we both let out a sigh and looked at eachother, him looking down and me looking up. He smiled and kissed me on the forehead, playing with me hair. He then kissed me on the nose, then pecked both my cheeks. After that, he hovered his lips over mine, breathing rapidly as if he was getting excited. I was doing exactly the same. He aggressively pressed his lips against mine, sucking on my tongue and biting my bottom lip. This was the most passionate kiss we have shared. He shuffled up so he could climb on top of me, still sharing the kiss. Once I was on my back he placed his hands at either side of my and moved his head down so he could start to kiss my beck. They started off as light pecks, but then became more intense and hot, sucking on my skin and nipping my collarbone. He stroked my thigh, turning me on. Oh no, he wanted more than I was hoping for. He wanted to make love, I could tell my his actions.
As he began to unbutton my shirt, I pushed him off me, unsure of what else to do in that situation.
"Nathan I'm so sorry but I don't think I can do this. I'm still a virgin, I'm 14 for Christs sake! I knew this shouldn't of happened. God what was I thinking?! Falling for you like that. Oh god Nathan, I bet I look like such a kid to you right now, but...I don't want to take this to that level. I'm sorry..." I was now stood up while he just looked at me, amazed by how angry and upset I had gotten. Tears filled my eyes, but none seemed to drop.
"Hey hey hey!" he said, standing up and wrapping his warm arms around me. "It's okay! It was just in the moment, and if you're not ready, we don't have to. I should be the one apologising forcing myself on you like that. Those eye's of yours are the worst thing to ever happen to me!" he said, joking about with me.
"Thanks Nathan. I'm glad you understand. Let's just watch a bit of TV and fall asleep now yeah?" He nodded and we sat down on the sofa, returning to our former positions. Soon enough, we fell asleep.
