Living La Vida Loca - Harry Lewis & ChrisMD

Chapter 38: The Girl's Advice

-Evelyn's POV-

"Morning," I whisper as I walk into the kitchen. Chris is standing in front of a skillet making pancakes, "oh fuck we missed breakfast with everyone," I say as he walks over to me. He puts his hands on my arms that lay across my chest.

"Talia texted and said everybody woke up late," he assures me planting a quick kiss on my lips, "We are going to the pub later though," he informs.

"That sounds fun. I hated going to bars without you it felt wrong and," I tell him making him smile, "Do you need any help?" I ask as he tells me to sit. I could watch him cook all day. His sweatpants are low on his waist and his shirt looks tight as if he worked out this morning.

He turns around with a pan of eggs and divides them onto two plates, "I was thinking we could either do touristy things today or we can chill here all day since you're hungover," he says making me laugh.

"What did you have planned for today? Once I eat I should be fine...or you'll be holding my hair back in the middle of town," I tell him.

"That sounds so fun," he says with a sarcastic smile on his lips. He finishes plating breakfast and I have to admit it looks delicious.

"Why didn't you cook in Ibiza?" I ask as he hands me a fork. He walks around the counter and sits beside me as I wait for his answer.

"I may have started practicing when we stopped talking," he says motioning for me to dig in. This might be the best thing I've ever eaten. The eggs are so fluffy. It's like Gordon Ramsey took over his body and made this food.

"I'm moving in so I can eat these every day," I joke as he laughs with his mouth full, "Seriously if YouTube fails you could have a career as a chef," I mumble.

"I wouldn't go too far. I haven't ventured past breakfast foods," he says making me slightly thankful I don't have a pile of beans on my plate. One thing about English breakfasts I don't like. I'm not a bean person.

"I should have picked up a hobby. All I did was sit in bed and binge-watch shows I've seen one hundred times," I reveal as he nods his head, "And maybe...watch some of your videos," I admit making his smile grow.

"Good to know...I guess I also stalked your Instagram every day," he says with a slight chuckle.

"We are a very healthy couple," I tell him as I take a big bite of egg.

"Truly inspirational"

When we finished breakfast we decided to stay in cause it was a rainy day out. Hopefully, tomorrow isn't as bad. Chris throws a blanket at me as I sit on his couch, "I was thinking about posting you on Instagram...like as my official girlfriend," he says causing me to go speechless, "I just don't want this to be some fling," he adds.

"Are you hard launching me?" I ask making his worried expression soften. He falls onto the couch beside me with a groan as he pulls my legs over his lap, "I guess I'd be okay with that," I tease as he rubs my leg.

"I think you and Kyla should stay in London. Why not move here? You have friends and...me.....and uhhhh," he says trying to think of reasons we should move countries. He sounds insane but I think it's very fitting for this weekend.

"I would if I had the budget of a millionaire. But sadly I'm not KSI," I joke as he frowns dramatically, "This relationship is so dysfunctional. We have known each other for three months but have only been together for two of those and then we started dating the last couple days of the trip," I point out.

"What's fun about stability," he says making me smile as he grabs my hands, "life's short why go by other people's timestamps," he points out.

"How indie movie of you," I remark.

"What time do you want to head to the pub? I think almost everybody is getting there around 7," he tells me. I check my phone and see we have six hours before we have to leave. He sees the look on my face and grabs the remote to turn on a movie. I swear time moved a million miles a minute. I had to drag Chris off the couch so we could get there on time. We made it here last which shocked me.

"The newlyweds," Freezy yells as we sit down at the booth they are in. We both give him an amused laugh as Harry and Kyla come back to the table.

"I got you a vodka cran," she says sliding a drink over. I thank her as Chris slides out of the booth to follow the guys to a pool table.

"How was last night?" Freya asks wiggling her eyebrows. Talia is quick to shoo Simon away as she sits next to Kyla.

I can't help the growing smile on my lips, "He jokes that we should move to London," I laugh as they all dramatically swoon in their chairs.

"Finally. I was tired of hearing you pretend you didn't care about him anymore," Kyla says as I frown.

"I'm just happy that four of my best friends are officially together," Talia says making Kyla and I glance at each other, "But he's not wrong. London is so much better," she says as Freya nods her head.

"As much as I'd love to I already have enough on my plate with work," I joke sipping on my drink.

"Why not quit?" Freya asks as I look at her like she has three heads.

"I can't just quit my job," I state as Kyla just sips her drink quietly, "You think I should quit my job?" I ask.

"They call you in late at night. You're there until early in the morning. And you haven't gotten a raise in years," she points out.

"Yeah...well," I whisper trying to find something to say. I look up and watch Chris as he throws his head back laughing with Harry.

"We just think you deserve better," Freya says as I put a small smile on my face.

"I know and thank you. I'll figure something out. Changing jobs is terrifying," I groan putting my face in my hands.

"Tell me about it"

"Enough about jobs and stress. Let's just focus on our hot boyfriends and being hot bitches," Talia says as we all look at her like we are back in college. I don't know how many times the ending of her speech was said but enough for all of us to remember. We tap our glasses together and head to the bar to order shots. I never want to leave but our lives are waiting for us back in America.  

"Chris was telling me that he cooked breakfast. You have to tell me if he's lying or not," Harry says pulling Kyla and me away. I look at Chris confused as I tell Harry he did, "There's no way you didn't die," he jokes.

"It was probably the best breakfast I've ever had," I tell him as Chris puts his arm on my waist.

"Told you," Chris gloats.

I can see on Kyla's face that she's as happy as I am. I don't know if we are crazy for dating two British men but worth it. Every time the four of us are together it's like the world around us doesn't exist, "Would you look at that," Kyla says turning around, "Chips just bought us four shots...what a shame. We can't let them go to waste," she says slowly walking towards them.

"I hate waste," I giggle as the guys follow us. Chris kisses the side of my cheek and I hand him the small glass. He's been more clingy since we have gotten back together and I'm not upset about it.

"Maybe we can head out of here early," he whispers in my ear making my cheeks blush. I bite my lip after taking the shot and take his hand to go back to the table where everyone is. The guys immediately start asking us questions about our break. I miss Ibiza.