Finding My Muse - Nicholas Galitzine

Chapter 21: Pillow Fight

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--Esmerelda's POV--

"Are you guys still throwing a New Year's party?" I ask as Nick and I walk back into the apartment. Kylie and Harry are coming home today. It's been weird. They have been gone for four days and it's like the twilight zone. Nick and I have basically hung out all day every day since then. We watched every single Christmas movie under the sun and I'm kind of sad for it to end. It's been totally platonic. Ever since we had sex...nothing else has really happened. I'm not gonna say I'm not disappointed but I think it's a good idea if we stay friends. I guess.

"Yeah, Harry said he finished inviting everyone yesterday," he says as we take the elevator to my floor. I don't even have to ask anymore. He just automatically starts walking to our apartment, "I wanted to get your opinion on this bridge I wrote for my one class," he says.

"Ooo I'm excited," I tell him as I unlock the front door. I immediately take my jacket off and run to my room. He sits down on the couch with his guitar. I walk back out in a hoodie and hop over the back of the couch. He takes his guitar from the case as I wrap a blanket around my arms. The apartment is always freezing when I get home. He chuckles slightly at how cozy I look before strumming some chords on the instrument.

"It's still a little rough so don't judge," he says as I nod my head. The ending is a little rough but it sounds really good. I try and help him plan out the right chord progression but nothing is sounding right. It's not until he moves around some lyrics that it starts to sound perfect, "I like this," I whisper as he finishes strumming the final notes.

"Like what? The bridge. I'm thinking of finishing it after the new year. The songs not due for a while but I wanted to get an early start on it," he says putting his guitar into the case. When he leans back he scrunches his face up confused on my silence.

"I like writing with you," I tell him. His mouth opens in an "oh" shape making me internally regret saying anything. His hand reaches out and lands on my inner thigh.

"I like writing with you too. I've never been able to write songs this fast before," he says with a soft smile.

"I recorded the song we wrote and it's missing your vocals. It just doesn't sound right without them," I tell him as his smile turns into a smirk, "Don't get all high and mighty. It needs male vocals. It's a duet," I point out.

"I get it you're obsessed with me," he says stretching putting his arms behind his head. I grab the couch pillow and smack him making him scoff. He catches the pillow as I try to smack him again. My eyes widen as he laughs like a madman. I get off the couch and run away as he chases after me. I scream as he traps me in my bedroom. I jump onto the bed but he tackles me down. His arms pin me down as I expect to hear the bed frame crack underneath us.

"Never thought we'd be like this again," he whispers making my chest feel tight. I reach up and put my hand on his cheek. His eyes look down to my lips as he leans in. I close my eyes and feel his lips brush against mine as Kylie's voice comes echoing in the apartment. Nick stretches up as both of our eyes widen. He gets off on top of me and helps me up. I walk into the living room and see her with her bags.

"You weren't supposed to be home for a couple more hours," I tell her as she grabs a water from the fridge.

"I wanted to get in before I stormed again," she says before her eyes move past me. Nick puts his hand on my shoulder and says a quick hi to Kylie.

"I'll catch you guys later," he says before grabbing his guitar and walking out of the apartment.

"Did I? We're you guys? Woah woah woah," She says completely confused. I give her an awkward smile as she stares at me.

"What do you mean you guys had sex?" She asks for the one-hundredth time. I tell her to be quiet when a couple of tables look over at us in the diner.

"It just kind of happened. I don't know. We were writing a song and the moment was there," I explain feeling my face turning red, "I don't know man. But those four days were kind of the best ones I've had in a while," I tell her.

"Okay ouch," she jokes as I stab at my salad, "What does this mean then?" She asks.

"I have no idea. After that night we were just friends. He spent the night here on the couch after a movie night," I tell her kind of missing how isolated we felt.

She starts smirking as I lean back in my chair, "Tell me I didn't make a mistake," I tell her.

"You sound happy. Obviously, it wasn't a mistake if he wasn't an asshole after," she says as I nod my head, "Did you guys talk about it?".

"No"

"Esme," she says with wide eyes.

"I know. I know"

"Well I'm proud of you for getting dick before the new year," she says holding her glass up. I tap my glass against hers and slouch in the booth.

"I really like him," I whisper like it's a secret I didn't want to let go.

"You have for a while. He's the only guy you can make fun of that doesn't run away crying," she says making me laugh.

"Alright, enough about me. Tell me about your visit home," I tell her.