LIABILITY - WILCO SOLANGELO

Ch. 32

I'm so sorry it took so long. How are you doing my zombies and ghostsss? I swear I didn't forget about you! Life just sucks :) Trying to pull off a double update today to make up 

WILL POV

Once the sun had set and the stars came out the magic of the fairy lights intensified. I did not think it was possible but Nico was somehow looking even more beautiful in the soft lighting. The shadows on his face were softer and his sharp cut features stood out in the dark. The fairy lights reflected in his eyes like the highlights of a drawing. "Can I take a picture of you?" the words fell out of my mouth before I could catch myself. Nico turned away from the sky to look at me. I'd clearly pulled him out of some deep thought and he looked a bit confused. "You're looking gorgeous and I would like to take a picture of you." My voice was just above a whisper, blended with the crackling bonfire and sounds of the forest. When I had to flirt with Nico, I had the confidence of the world but when it came to truly complimenting him, a warm blush spread through my entire body. I could wink and call him sexy but calling him beautiful was a different level of personal - a good level of personal. It gave me a sudden sense of belonging. This wasn't us hanging out and teasing anymore. It was a date because Nico agreed to go out with me and the realisation dawned way too late but the very thought had me overwhelmed. 

"Alright, I guess." Nico said and it was my turned to look confused. He chuckled softly, "Alright Sunshine, you can take my picture." And my heart swooned. I felt drunk on life and I think Nico did too. His motions were softer, less careful and uptight and I smiled. I grabbed a camera I kept aside (yes, I know I said I wouldn't pester him with photos but it's not my fault he's so pretty!)

When I brought the camera over to Nico, he suddenly seemed less sure of himself. "How do you want me?" I could not help the strangled laugh that escaped my throat and Nico turned a bright red when he realised the double meaning of what he'd just said. He looked away from me trying not to laugh at the terrible joke. I snapped a picture of him, laughing towards the heavens. He was just so beautiful. He eventually calmed down and asked me how he should pose and I shrugged. He rolled his eyes and flopped down to lie on the pillow. "This a good enough position?" He asked sarcastically.

 I took a picture of him anyways. "Perfect" I whispered under my breath. 

After a couple more photos with better posing and a couple of photos together (Nico insisted) we finally sat down for sausages and s'mores. Now that I had brought my camera out, I snapped a couple of pics of the fire and our delicious treats too. I was quite proud of how the fire picture turned out with rainbow hues and sparks burning the air. As we began roasting and eating the sausages (Nico insisted we'd have the s'mores later because best for last), he asked me where my passion for photography came from. 

"My mom. She loves photography. As a singer, she's always touring the world, putting up concerts in cities. Her life is chaotic to the very core and she has terrible terrible memory with everything else running on her mind. So, for her, photos were a way to remember, to capture memories. It was a way to never forget. She always took hundreds of photos, everywhere -sometimes to our annnoyance. But, looking back at those pictures really makes it worth it. She's got thousands of photos stored on the cloud but she loves hard copies just as much. She's always developing photos. Our house doesn't have a single bare wall. She has these fairy lights with little pegs that hold the photos and she's always changing them. I never go home and see the same photos. They're always changing. I may not have her passion for singing but I got my love for photography from her."

Nico smiled as I spoke and I realised I was smiling too. It had been ages since I spoke to mum. I really ought to speak to her at some point. I mean she should know about her future son in law. I chuckled at my own joke and Nico raised an eyebrow in question. I just shook my head. Honestly, I think he was used to me getting lost in thoughts at this point. I seemed to do it quite often.