I look at the clock and see it's quarter to midnight and should probably head home, regardless of the fact of how much I'm enjoying this company I cannot subject myself to a trail of thought that followed every time I looked at his lips. It wasn't fair, i'm not quite sure who exactly it's more unfair to.
"I should probably get going I've got to get back home"
"Would it be bad to ask your number? I want to stay in touch, be friends" that word was paired with a lump in my throat but I knew that friends was all we could be.
"Yeah sure uhh let my just find" I dig around my pocket and find a pen "do you mind?" I reach for his arm and scribble my number onto it proceeding to then walk away before my mind travels quicker than my feet.
I get a cab back home, alone.
It was then I realised how cold it was or how warm my skin was sitting next to him.
No, I can't let myself think like that. He's not my boyfriend. But I mean my boyfriend at this moment doesn't feel like my boyfriend, more so just a roommate. But he's the one I've committed myself to and he's the one I'm going home to. My skin is covered in goosebumps the whole way home. When I get home Emile's sat on the sofa, phone in hand, in the dark with only the lamp on.
"I though you'd text when you were on your way home, who'd you go with?" He manages to say without ever looking up from his phone.
"Sorry I forgot it slipped my mind, I went with Rosa"
"So you mean you spent the night watching her chat up some guy, you should've invited me" He says putting his phone down and looking straight at me, suddenly I feel guilty for not immediately telling him about Scamacca. The nerve, he disinvited himself.
"I'm tired I'm gonna go to bed" The longer I stand in his gaze the more I feel his eyes burn my skin.
"Wait sweetie you didn't even give me a chance to congratulate you" this sweetness caught me off guard but I choose to welcome it. He embraces me in a hug. His arms leave me and I walk upstairs to our shared bedroom before changing into my pj's and climbing under the covers, alone.
It wasn't until I woke up the next morning I felt his presence in the bed. I wonder what time he eventually came to bed.
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Between us and only us (Scamacca & Y/n)
Fanfiction(Female character) It's Scamaccas first season in England for west ham, when he meets y/n. Y/n is the girlfriend of Arsenal's Emile Smith Rowe and things are patchy in the relationship until one night she meets Scamacca. Could this be the start of t...
