Before long, the two young girls were put to bed and us adults were sat on the two cream coloured sofas in the living room. Tina and Guy were on the larger sofa, cuddled up next to each other, while Taron and I were on the smaller one opposite, our legs barely touching and our bodies separated by a large gap between us. For some reason, I felt pain at this large distance between us.
Desperate for us to be closer, I shift in my seat, pretending that I am smoothing down my dress, but still managing to to move an inch closer to the strong body next to me. This movement causes Taron to look at me, a thought popping into his head as he did. "Y/n, do you want to see the suit I was given for the premiere I was talking to you about earlier? I know you love fashion", he smirks, and once again, his eyes trail up and down my body. He flashes a smile at me and it didn't take long for me to respond. "Of course!" I squeal and I quickly follow him out of the room.
When we reach the top of the staircase, he turns to face me. He puts his finger to his lips to remind me not to wake the sleeping children and I nod my head in response. He then holds out his hand for me to take and I place my hand in his. He looks down at it and then drags me excitedly into his bedroom.
The room is decorated the same as it was when we were both younger; dark blue walls, small photo frames scattered around the room and a small desk in the corner. My eyes scan the room, reminiscing the times we had both shared in there when I used to come over for dinner. I notice an old photo of the two of us on his desk and I smile. He still has it. The picture of us at our year 11 prom. Both of us didn't have a date so we decided to go together - as friends obviously. That night was one of the best nights and I can pretty much recall the whole evening perfectly. Taron could probably do the same, up to the point where one of his friends gave him a drink that was around 80% vodka and he blacked out for the rest of the evening.
The memory makes me chuckle to myself, but I am soon snapped into reality when Taron unzips the cover of the suit, revealing a black suit, accompanied by a blue shirt and a floral printed tie. I take a step closer as he watched me, my eyes fully in awe of the beautiful colours and patterns. I take the tie in my hand and trace over the flowers, admiring the intricate stitching. "Taron, this is beautiful!" I gasp as my hand moves away from the tie and onto the crisp blue shirt.
I hear him chuckle, but this does not distract my focus from the expensive suit before me. My mind swerved again, imagining my hands running over the shirt, but instead of it being in the garment bag, the shirt is on the toned body of Taron. My hands run over the buttons, my mind continuing to race and my body temperature rises as I picture myself slowly undoing the buttons, revealing the soft skin of Taron's chest.
Before this scenario can continue any further, I remember where I am. I also remember that Taron is standing right next to me, watching my every move, and I quickly snap back into reality. "T you are going to look great! I can't wait to see it on you when you have all of those photos taken of you on the red carpet!". He runs his hand through his hair and chuckles nervously. "That's actually why I brought you up here. Obviously because of the suit, but because of something else." He started to ramble, something that he does when he nerves get the better or him.
"My mum had the brilliant idea of suggesting that I asked you to be my date to the premiere - as friends obviously", he held out his hand as if he were testing the waters; he was clearly unsure of where he stood, but he knew that if he said as friends, he would not be pushing any boundaries, and it would lighten the mood. I stare at him. The nerves start building up inside of me. I was already not a fan of social interaction, but having an event that was THAT social brought butterflies into my stomach instantly, and not the good kind.
"Ok, your eyes are giving me a no, but what do you think? You don't have to be in any photos or anything if you don't want to, you can meet me inside and we can sit together if you would prefer". He takes my hand reassuringly. I don't know how to answer. I just nod my head, pretending to be excited at the idea of being surrounded by complete strangers.
"Great! Well I'll message Lindy and she can sort you out an outfit!"He pulls out his phone and begins typing a message on WhatsApp. I can't move. I am frozen on the spot. My breathing becomes heavy but I am forced to push it down as we make our way back downstairs.
