𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐘 | callum turner

22, dont mention it

MESSY
20, don't mention it

THE WATER FEELS AMAZING. the salt of the sea tickles my skin as I take a breath — looking around to the others who have decided to join me. Some further in whilst some still clamber down the path from the house to the beach.

It reminds me of Italy — although it's not sunny enough or hot enough. And the peaches from the shop that Florence brought don't pack half the punch that the fresh ones from the house orchard did.

A part of me misses it. Not the drama of it all — trying to navigate my relationship with Drew and my feelings for Callum. But I miss the sun and the people, Chiara specifically.

Yes, we talk on the phone and exchange photos of our weeks of random things that remind us of each other — the last one was when I saw a bottle of aftersun lotion in the corner shop.

It reminded me of the time she fell asleep whilst on set and woke up with sunburn all on her arms and legs. So much so she had to practically bathe in aftersun after she got home. I remember sitting beside her as I tried to not laugh at the misfortune of my friend too much. Instead decided to focus on the fact that her tan would look amazing after 'the red wore off'.

She speaks of coming to London, I've already offered up the left side of my childhood bed considering I haven't found a decent place to live that isn't extortionately priced. But schedules clash, any weekends I'm free to jet off to Italy or she to London they clash.

My hands push my hair to slick back as I smile at the pinkish sky — water shallow enough to stand in as I push the bottom of my feet into the sand which they soon sink into.

After while, I walk back up to the house — changing out of my costume. Taking the pre-dinner wine that Florence offers me before I'm ultimately shooed from the kitchen.

Stood in the garden, watching the sea as the waves ripple in front of me. I hear footsteps behind me, before I melt into the chest that is soon pushed up against me. Inhale the freshly applied cologne that stings my nostrils in the sweetest way possible.

" twenty eight tomorrow." Callum hums, as I look at him as he walks into the garden. Everyone else lingers on the decking, waiting for Florence and Taron to serve dinner ( after they too were sworn out of the kitchen).

I look at him, the sun still hot as it heats up my shoulders — I close my eyes as his flat palm runs over my stomach. My own hand lifting to sit on his. He gently pushes my back from my shoulder as his lips caress the skin of my shoulder blade.

" you're getting old." he hums and I laugh in the midst of a scoff, I shake my head " I think my free oldies bus pass should arrive by the time we're back don't you think?"

He nods his head, his lips continuing to kiss my skin as I smile and exhale his name — trying not to lose fact that our friends all stand twenty metres away.

" you taste like the ocean." he hums, as I turn my head to look at him, " yeah that kind of happens when you go in the sea." I smile as he shakes his head.

His fingers pulling down the strap of my dress as his lips gently kiss the skin up to my neck, soon it's behind my ear and then my cheek which he lets his lips brush.

" you're like some lovesick  puppy." I tell him, softly laughing as he smiles against my skin.

" only for you." he tells me " I'll never not love touching you or kissing you or just being with you."

I turn my head and meet his lips with my own, one of my hands moving to push back his blonde hair — " my little lovesick puppy." I smile softly.

" oi lovebirds!" I hear Luke's voice, my head turns as we're sworn over to the dining table. I smile at Callum,