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6 » Too Good to Be All Mine

London, the United Kingdom, 24th July 2022

The girl who stands in front of me in the denim jacket is cute.

She's standing in front of me while I'm fumbling with the hotel card that I take out from the back of my pocket. I do nothing but stare at how beautiful she is, her charm sparks by the way I know she thinks that we are going on a date.

Avril lifts her eyebrows in confusion, she tilts her head and looks at me like she's trying to figure me out. I don't know what to do, those words automatically come up from my mouth. I can't help how I'm so nervous in front of her knowing the fact that she probably thinks I have feelings for her and most importantly, it's vice versa.

"Fuck you," she curses and punches my chest.

Her curse disperses my thoughts, and I groan as a response. Oh God, I don't even know how to be mad at her because she's punching me really hard. I can tell that her power is increasing since she's doing boxing for the last couple of months. "Kidding, let's consider this as a date to reconcile the Larry."

Her smile widens, and she punches my left arm once again. Shit, that hurts. I believe that I will have bruises after this. "I hate you, you really make me think you want to take me on a date," she pauses her sentence. "plus, I think it's really weird if we're dating, like, you know, friendship things."

"Right, friendship thing," I nod slowly in agreement with her. Alright, what does she say once again? Friendship? I freeze my body as the glimpse of her words strangles in my mind, making it more awkward to even think that she's going to be mine. "But first of all, you are hurting me. You are abusing me, physically. This is domestic violence," I wink at her to melt the situation – or to say the least, the tense atmosphere that surrounds me. "So please be nice to me if you don't want any accusation submitted to the police."

She lifts her eyebrows and rolls them. "And second of all, we're not married."

"Not yet."

"What the fuck do you mean?" she glances at me in disbelief, her hands cradling her waist making her look like a tiny grumpy girl.

"Well, who knows?"

"Who knows what?"

"You will marry me."

She punches me once again.

"Avril, I swear this is domestic violence and once you marry me I will bring this case before the Court since your action fulfills the requirement of domestic violence, and if indeed there are bruises I will take a lot of pictures as evidence," I pause. "or, I can just simply make an accusation to the Court for the act of the 'intimate partner violence or 'physical abused'."

"Hey, Niall!" someone pops up beside Avril and waves her hand in the air as she sees me, interrupting our marriage and domestic violence conversation. What a nice time to show up, Diana.

"Hey, Diana, what's up?" I greet her excitedly, well, trying to be excited. Actually, I'm excited but not that excited. I haven't seen her for more than two years since the Covid-19 pandemic and she decided to go back to Indonesia and graduated through online graduation. So I don't really have a chance to see her or congratulate her physically.

"I just woke up," she groans, nudging her elbow towards the door corner. The edge of Diana's lips curves into a smile, in a way she teases Avril and me for today's not-so-morning date. "So where are you guys going?"

"Well, probably somewhere around London?" I say awkwardly. Shit, I need to relieve my nervousness so that Avril will not notice the fact that I, possibly, love her. "To be frank, I haven't been in London for quite a long time after Covid-19 kicked out and I forget which place should I take her. Any idea?"