Head in the clouds

Twenty One- Morgan

Arguing with any of these boys about buying my own drinks was an impossible task. One that I gave up on barely 4 months into hanging around with them all. I could handle Noah on his own. But having 20 Noah's was just an impossible task. But it turned out I had a bigger problem on my hands when it came to buying my own drinks. I'd seen Theo determined to spend his hard earned money on me back in LA when he literally too my purse and threw it into the back of the car when I tried to take it out. But this Theo, tonight, had been a whole other level. He hadn't left my side either and surprising to everyone, I didn't want him to. I'd missed him. I know that sounded stupid when we'd only known each other 3 days when I left LA but I did. I missed his company. Text and calling was great and all, but him being here was different. The stress I'd been building back on now I was back to working was gone the instant I saw him. Like he was a little sponge that just slurped it up.

By the time we'd gotten to the second club, we'd fallen behind a little which was nice. It meant we were a kind of out of the way of everyone else, against the wall, laughing and joking like we'd known each other our whole lives. I could still see Noah and kept waving every now and then too. He was intently watching Ava and Jasper. He knew how drunk she was and Noah was like a giant over protective teddy bear. He wouldn't be letting either of us go home with anyone but him. If one of us wanted to call it a night, he would make the other too and drag us both home at the same time. You could see the concern on his face as Jordan tried to lighten the mood beside him.

"You look distracted tonight." I turned my head back to Theo, sitting my empty glass onto the table beside us. "Something on your mind?"

"Not really." I shook my head. "It's just funny watching Noah not know who he needs to be watching. Me or Ava."

"He doesn't need to be watching either of you."

"I know that, you know that, but he's going to do it anyway. He's like a big brother. You know over protective and everything? He's always been like this. Even when I came out with my ex, he'd be watching us both like a hawk. Something happened to his older sister on a night out once so he's just a little extra cautious."

"That's a valid reason to be watching you I guess."

"Exactly." I looked around and sighed. "I need to pee and I can't even see Ava myself."

"Why'd you need Ava?"

"It's a girl thing, I guess. Anywhere you go, don't go alone."

"I'll come with you."

"You can't come to the toilet with me Theo." I laughed.

"Well, no, but I can walk you there and wait outside before bringing you back out here." I looked around one last time, desperate to pee to the point I couldn't wait any longer, but I could not spot Ava. I was following Noah's eyes but nothing. No one would bother me if I had Theo either.

"Okay. Come on." I grabbed his hand again, squeezing it a little tighter this time as he led us both through the crowd and away from the bar, down the side of the room. I had this natural comfortability with Theo that I didn't seem to have with other people. He dropped my hand as we got to the VIP bathroom at the very back of the club. One that no one knew about unless you came here often, which me and the club did. There was never a queue and it was down this long hallway with windows on one side and a deep window sill, usually where people waited for whoever was in the toilets. "I'll be 2 seconds."

"Take your time beautiful." I scrunched my nose a little before turning around and pulling on the door. If one thing had become obvious to me tonight, it was that what Noah had said when I get back from LA was correct. There was an attraction to Theo and it wasn't based entirely on looks which was deadly. I found myself wanting to call him at 3am when I was writing or recording. I wanted him to hear it. I wanted to talk to him constantly and I knew it wasn't the best idea considering it was forming an attachment. An attachment I knew was only going to end in me getting myself disappointed when his tour time zones start to get all over the place and we can barely speak. I didn't like it and I was kind of glad that he'd be gone tomorrow and he'd be busy before the attachment soaked in even deeper. I pulled on the door again, empty bladder and clean hands to Theo's face being lit up by his phone.

"Boo."

"Ah!" He jumped, very nearly dropping his phone as I chuckled at him. "Shit me up why don't you."

"I did. That's why you screamed like a little girl."

"I didn't scream like a little girl."

"Sounded like it to me." I smirked and he stood up slowly. "I missed you, you know." I shoved his arm gently. "Even if you're annoying as fuck." He chuckled.

"I missed you too. Weird isn't it? That we were literally in the same city almost the entire time and neither of us knew."

"How small the world is." He nodded. "And yet tomorrow morning, off you jet around the world for 9 months to make hundreds of thousands of girls fall helplessly in love with you." I tutted smiling up at him. "You didn't even get your hair cut."

"I like it longer."

"Does it not get in the way on stage?"

"Not really no."

"Mine does. I'm almost entirely sure we use an entire bottle of hair spray-"

"Morgan."

"Mhm?"

"I wish I knew you were here. In Bournemouth. For the past month. I wish I knew so I could have been with you." He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me in for a hug.

"It could have been fun. But at least we know for when you get back. You can start stalking me to find out where I live and then come and steal my cheesecake." He chuckled into my hair. "You're going to have so much fun." He muttered something under his breath and I couldn't work out exactly what it was. "What did you say?" Theo sighed, pulling back and furrowing his brow.

"I said I'd rather be here with you."

"Well, that's stupid, you worked your ass of for this album and the tour prep. You told me-"

"Morgan."

"What?"

"Please stop talking." One of his hands moved up to the side of my face, tucking hair behind my ears slowly but never breaking the eye contact he had me held under. I could feel his breathing deepen a little under my arms around his back as I looked up at him. Even in my heels this guy was taller than me. "Do you have any idea how absolutely crazy these 3 weeks have driven me? I had no idea how I'm going to survive 9 months without you but knowing you're so close is the only thing that's going to keep me counting down the days until I'm back." He lowered his voice a few decibels and I swear I could feel his heart pounding through his veins.

I knew where this was going.

The look he had in his eyes and it was breaking me whilst simultaneously mending a broken heart I didn't know I had. My own heart was pounding in my chest as his head lowered. Nose brushing against my cheek gently until I could smell the low alcohol beer he'd been drinking all night.

"Morgan, tell me to stop right now and I will. I don't want to but I will." This was the worst decision I had ever made in my entire life. Because slightly drunk Morgan didn't have an ounce of fucks left in her body. Slightly drunk Morgan had spent her bathroom trip telling herself how hot Theo was and how great he would be and how I was developing a crush. And slightly drunk Morgan was getting drunker just on his proximity. I shook my head slightly, turning until I connected our lips.

I can't quite explain the effect this kiss was having on me right now. Tiny electrical explosions dancing along my spine as I took in a slow breath against his cheek. I moved my hands around from his back, trailing them up his chest and around his neck, pulling him in deeper. Theo's arm pushed against the length of my spine, pulling me even closer into him as I started to feel like I couldn't breathe. My head completely fuzzy like I was a full bottle of tequila deep into the night. A static TV crackling quietly.

He didn't break the kiss but bent down slightly, pulling at my thighs until I jumped, wrapping myself around him. He turned, pushing me up against the wall and only then did he pull his lips back from mine, both of us panting as we fought to refill our lungs with air that didn't belong to the other.

He brought one hand back to my, my eyes still closed softly as he swiped at my skin gently. His nose still pressed against mine, eyelashes tickling my face like tiny butterflies. He let out a deep, shaky breath before the arm around my back pulled me in tighter and he did it again, harder and a hell of a lot more intense and fuck me I couldn't open my mouth quick enough.