Between us and only us (Scamacca & Y/n)

Chapter 8

This morning I knew I had a day off from work so I allowed myself a sleep in knowing Emile would be leaving in the early hours to train in Switzerland for his upcoming match in a few days.

I see the dress hung up on the door of the wardrobe. It makes me smile seeing it. An image flashes in my head of his eyes looking at me, his wide smile and imagine his arms around me. I imagine they'd be warm. I snap up and sit up on my bed, I can't be thinking of Gianluca like that.

I picked my phone up to send him a text wishing him a good morning and my phone starts to ring, it was an unknown number.

"Good morning can I confirm this Miss y/l/n?"

"This is she, can I ask who this is?"

"Good morning, this is ACA. We understand you will be on our up and coming course and we'd like to welcome you to set up your studio today at 1, I'll send the entire address through email but it's based in soho. Will you be able to make it?"

"Thank you, yes of course. I'll be there"

I hang up the phone. Im so happy, I can't believe it's actually happening. Now I have to think of all the ways I can get my kit on the train there.

My phone rings again and I pick it up, I don't want to believe it because it seems too cliche.             

-Incoming call from GS-  I pick up.

"Good morning" his morning voice sounds so sweet and soft.

"Hello, how are you?" I try to imagine what he looks like right now. I can hear some rustling in the background so I imagine he's in bed still, or maybe he's on a sofa with a sipping coffee.

"I'm doing well" he sounds joyous "I've got a day off today and I was thinking of going into central London. I'm not sure where to go, where do you recommend" it didn't dawn on me that he may be as lonely in London as I am.

"How do you fancy seeing Soho?" I ask now realising he may be able to give me and my kit a lift "and maybe by car? I'm sorry I got a call from ACA and they've given me a studio to get myself set up and I've been given 1 o'clock as my allotted time?" I rush my finger nails to my mouth worried I may have over stepped.

"Does your boyfriend not drive?" Oh no he hates me. I shouldn't of asked.

"He's away for the next few days"

"Sure yeah, when should I pick you up?"

"Do you want to say 12, make our way in get set up and then go up to Oxford street?"

"I'll meet you there"

He hangs up and I stare at the phone a few moments longer. Am I using him? No. He said he wants to be friends and has made it obvious he doesn't want anything more. And that's most likely my fault but he would say no if he wanted to.

We open the door to the studio and it was absolutely amazing. Four tall walls, three white with an accent black wall and nothing else.

"It's amazing" I look around and look at Gianluca "it's absolutely amazing" I pull my hands up to my face and spin around "I love it!"

"Let's get you all set up" Gianluca walks by me with carrying some suitcases full of equipment.

"Yes so if you leave that one in the corner, maybe leave the big suitcase against the black wall" I point him towards where I want the bags as I run down back to the car to get my other equipment.

We spent the next hour and half getting my camera and decor set up. We laughed about god knows what and messed around ideas of what to shoot for my portfolio. I was very thankful for having him to help.

"I think I should stand here. Pose like this. I'd make a brilliant male model" Ginaluca said posing like a vogue model in front of the camera. I quickly snap the photo before he can regret it.

"What do you think?" I laugh as I turn the camera round to show him.

"Oh my god why didn't you tell me I looked like this today" he laughs as he looks at himself slightly adjusting his hair and eyebrows.

"You look fine. Don't act like you don't know you're handsome" I laugh as I mess up his hair.

"You think I'm handsome?" he says leaning against the wall.

"I dare you to find someone that says otherwise" I say now laughing from nervousness. I cross my arms and try and look at anything but those lips.

"Can you take some pictures for my Instagram?" He says to break the silence.

"You want me to use MY equipment for some Instagram posts. Sure!" I giggle as I walk behind the camera.

We spend the next 10 minutes with him posing in all different positions. All the classic poses for the Instagram. He looks good.

"Here's an idea, a bit of a weird one" he looks at me with the most concerned glare "what if we posed you" I walk up to him and watch for his consent as I grab him arms and pose him with his arms over his head to show off his muscle definition "yes stay like that" I move the light reflector to have the light under him shadowing his triceps and turn the main light off. He smiles watching me work. I take the picture and it's perfect.

"I've taken THE picture" I turn the camera to show him.

"Oh my god. That is good" he looks at it for a moment he looks like he's contemplating something.

"What's wrong with it?" what his words don't say his face does.

"can we take it again?" He looks me in the eyes and I know my face reads I'm worried, I don't what's wrong with the photo "but without my top"

Speechless. I am indeed speechless. I stutter as I watch him look at my lips.

"Sure, yep. Uh huh sure yep"

He turns away from me to take his top off. I can't help but look. It's good. It's very good. To save myself from looking too flustered I hide my face behind the camera and watch as he poses. I take the picture and look at it maybe longer than I should before I pull away to turn the camera round to show him. He stands next to me as he looks at it. I can feel the heat coming off of him. I look at him and see the tattoos climbing all the way up his tanned arm. The soft light from the reflector being the only source of light in the room.

"Like what you see?" He looks down at me seeing me look at his tats.

"Yeah, they look nice, how long has it taken you?" I start running a finger up his arm looking at them.

"I started getting them at 13" his voice is low now, basically a whisper. He speaks it almost directly into my ear.

"13, wow" I say looking still at his tattoo, he's looking at me.

His breath hitches as I get closer to the ditch in his arm and I pull away. We stay like that a moment longer. He walks away and puts his shirt on whilst I put the main light back on.

"So are we all set now?" He asks looking at me, my back still to him as I turn the light on.

"Yeah, so Oxford street?" I take my main camera back with me in its case in my backpack. I open the door for him as we walks out and I follow behind him.

We spend the rest of the night walking around Oxford street looking at all the shops and restaurants.
We try and decided wether or not to have dinner and where to go.

"What if we went back to mine and I make something? You don't have to be back home anytime soon do you?" He says to me after we disagree on the fifth restaurant.

"Deal" I say and reach out to shake his hand. It appears that all nervous nature had left us.