British Bird - Complete

British Bird - Chapter Forty Six

British Bird
Chapter Forty Six
Sang

Do you ever wake up in the mornings, but keep your eyes closed as memories from the previous day rush through your mind, playing out like a movie behind your closed eyelids? That's me, right now. Afraid to open my eyes and realise that it wasn't my memories, but just the happiest of dreams.

It's not the first time I've dreamed of my return to Cara and Johnny, to the guys, and have opened my eyes in disappointment, opening my eyes to realise that it wasn't a reality. Just a beautiful dream that I wish was a reality.

However, this is different. The bed sheets I'm wrapped around in aren't thin or have those tiny cotton bubbles. They're smooth and soft, and almost smell brand new. I can smell coffee and something sweet in the air. The sun is streaming through the windows, warming the skin I have on show and over the covers. I can't hear the sound of the London morning traffic; Cars beeping, engines revving. I breathe in deeply, a smile curving on my lips.

I blink my eyes open, turning my head towards the window, squinting at the bright light from the sun. Stretching, I stand up, my bare feet sinking into the soft carpet as I make my way to the window. I flick the latch and pull the window up, placing my palms on the frame as I pop my head out, taking in the beautiful scenery before me.

I've never appreciated something so much before, I could stand here for hours listening to the cars in the distance, looking at the trees and the blue sky. Across the street, I spot Jessica as she comes out of her house, getting into a car before driving off. I watch her go, spotting Aaron and Wes coming back down the street, both shirtless, both jogging. I wonder how Evie's first night in her new home went, hoping Ruby settled and slept the night away. She was exhausted by the time we left the diner last night.

I pull myself back in, closing the window. I grab some clothes from my suitcase, go across the hall and shower quickly before dressing in a clean pair of jeans, a basic grey T-shirt with a black zip up hoodie. I pull one some socks but leave my shoes off, picking them up and holding them between my fingers before going downstairs.

I follow the scent of coffee and sugar, finding myself a few seconds later at the entrance to the kitchen. I can't help but smile when I see Cara at the gas hobs, Johnny behind her and nuzzling her neck. This scene was so familiar to me when I lived with them; sometimes I would make a joke and say 'ew', along with something about limiting PDA. However, I've missed seeing this. They're so in love with each other, it makes me want to have what they have.

Cara giggles at something Johnny whispers in her ear. I look away when he grinds his groin into her butt, clearing my throat. "Oh," Cara exclaims. She shoots Johnny a playful glare. "I told you she would be down soon."

Johnny laughs, swats her butt and turns to me. "Good morning, how did you sleep?"

"Very well, thank you. Best I've slept in years." I realise then how much truth is behind those words. Looking at the clock on the wall, I slept a solid eleven hours. Maybe jet lag had something to do with that, and not sleeping for longer than twenty four hours also. Still though, it was the best night's sleep I've had in so long.

"Would you like a cup of tea?" Cara asks, coming over to me and wrapping an arm around my shoulders. I curl into her, wrapping my own arm around her waist. "My lord, it's so nice to have you here. I had to get Johnny to pinch me this morning when I woke up."

"Pinched her arse. That got her rolling out of bed and making coffee," Johnny laughs and I can't help but laugh with him.

"A tea would be good, thank you," I tell Cara. She kisses my temple and then goes about making my tea. I bite my lip, fighting a grin when I see her take a box of PJ Tips out of the cupboard - the best tea bags in the UK.