Scared

Chapter 11

"Paul, hurry up! Hurry up!"

Paul let out a breathless laugh, running behind John, trying to reach him.

John shrieked excitedly, reaching out with one arm to try and grab his partner, letting out a loud laugh.

The air was frizzy and cool, the grass under their boots crunching with every step.

It was already dark outside, John's and Paul's figures were just shadows in the dark background.

Finally, they reached the top of a rather tall hill. Paul put the thick blanket down on the ground, before reaching out with a hand.

John smiled, sitting down on it, Paul sitting next to him and smiling back at his lover.

The younger man's cheeks and tip of the nose were red for the cold, the soft scarf Mimi had told him to put on only covering the bottom of his face.

His eyes were big and sparkling, illuminated by the moon's silver light.

Paul cuddled closer with the excuse of being cold, one hand gently grabbing John's again, the man looking at him with a soft expression and lovesick smile.

The soft auburn locks were squished down over the top of his head, covering his rather bushy eyebrows by the thick woollen hat he was wearing and his expression made him look like an excited child on Christmas Eve.

Paul grinned, before laying down onto his back, John wordlessly curling up in his arms.

They fitted together like two puzzle pieces and Paul was content like this.

They were calm until-

"Paul, look! It started! They look so pretty!"

Paul couldn't help but coo lovingly at John's awestruck expression.

The fireworks kept crackling and booming over their heads for the people looking up with their noses up to the sky.

Paul and John were down there, hugged together.
The latter man absolutely loved fireworks, always had.

When he was little, he was very afraid of the noises, but absolutely in love with all the pretty colours.

Every year, around that time, he would go with auntie Mimi and uncle George to see them at Strawberry Fields, an old orphanage, to help charity.

George would pick him up and sit him on his shoulders and John would be awestruck looking up, his little nose pointing up as his eyes sparkled with the big colourful lights.

Paul, instead, had never been scared of them.

He would always go with his parents and little brother, Mike, down at the docs.

He could even picture himself as a kid, holding his dad's hand as the big dragons flashed through the dark sky, giving amusement and happiness to young and old folks.

They laid side by side, their hands grasping one another and got closer and closer as their lips finally collided.

They made out on the hill watching over the city, french kissing as the sky was lit by hundreds of lights.

Laughter filled the air as two sets of feets were tumbling around.

Laughs and grunts, followed by silence, followed by loud bursts of laughter again.

Paul and John were running towards the older's house.

John was laughing, feeling full of life. He shrieked when Paul scooped him up bridal style.