Horan Twins

Chapter Thirteen

Bartley's POV

"What did you just do?" I asked myself outloud, even if I didn't mean to.

I'm so stupid. Rachel probably didn't even want to kiss me.

That was my first kiss.

CRAP. What if I ruined my chances with her?

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. I'm so stupid.

The manager was visibly in awe, but I didn't want to look at Rachel. I didn't want any awkward eye contact, and my face instantly turned as red as a tomato.

"I have to use the bathroom." I said outloud, loud enough for everyone around us to hear. The tension in the room was too thick to deal with, and I needed some fresh air.

I walked around the corner to the bathroom and splashed some water on my face.

I should have said something after I kissed her. At least looked at her.

IM SO STUPID.

After splashing myself with water a bit, and patting my face dry with a paper towel, I decided to go back out there and take Rachel home.

I walked out of the men's restroom, and thankfully nobody was staring at me like I expected them to be.

I walked to the exit where I saw Rachel standing with her purse, and walked her out the door.

Once we were in the safety of the cab, I apologized.

"Why are you apologizing? I enjoyed it." She smiled, making me feel just the slightest bit better.

"I should have asked you first, it was out of the blue, I didn't even want my first kiss to happen like tha-" I was suddenly cut off.

"I was your first kiss?" She questioned, sympathy filling her eyes.

"Well I mean technically but it was just a peck." I reasponded.

"You're like eighteen!"

"I'm a seventeen year old loner. I guess." I smiled shyly.

"Well, If you're a loner, I'll be a loner too. With you." I blushed, and turned away, only for her to grab my face and smash out lips together with such passion I was overwhelmed.

As I closed my eyes in the heat of the moment the last thing I saw was Rachel's pink tinted cheeks in the reflection of the moonlight.

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Something about her just kept me up all night. I couldn't put my finger on what made her so special. Maybe it was her hair. Or maybe it was her eyes. Maybe it was how big her butt was.

Rachel has a really nice butt.
I kinda wanted to squeeze it.
Only with her permission, of coarse.

Snapping out of my dirty thoughts, I was snapped back into reality. It was morning now, and I had been playing on my phone for about fifteen minuets. Just checking my social media, and posting a picture of Rachel and I from last night. I also downloaded this really cool game called Subway Surfers, and was already addicted to it.

I stood up from my bed and streatched, my arm aching from sleeping on it all night, but I couldn't complain because I had slept on one of the most expensive brand of mattress in the world.

And let me tell you just how comfortable it was.

It's was great.

I yawned while standing up. I grabbed some formal clothes, knowing I had dance rehearsals today.

I made my way to the bathroom, turning the water on hot and waiting for it to get warm.

My clothes hung on the clothes rack in the corner, while my phone played the newest album by Ed Sheeran. I had been listening to a lot of newer music lately, and I found myself forming a deep liking for this mans voice and songs. He just had such great things to say that he expressed through his music. I'm also pretty sure he understood women better than women knew themselves.

Snapping out of my thoughts about the ginger haired lad, I jumped in the shower.

I have been in England way too long.

In my current rush to be at breakfast on time, I had forgotten to take off my socks before entering the shower. I through them out of the boxed room, and continued to was myself until I was clean.

When I got out, I got ready quickly and made my way downstairs to the kitchen, to make sure Rachel was aware that I needed her at the dance lessons. Knowing she hadn't gone to one, I needed to teach her everything I knew.

After breakfast, Rachel got someone to fill in on her shift, and we left for Dance Lessons. As we entered the ballroom, Rachel's eyes lit up at our dance instructor.

"Joshua?" She exclaimed at the choreographer.

"Rachel, Darling! How are you?" He said with all sincerity.

"I'm good!" She gestured to me. "Bartley you didn't tell me Joshua was your dance instructor!"

"Oh, love. You have nothing to learn here! You are a phenomenal dancer!" Josh said with a hand on his hip, slapping Rachel's shoulders lightly.

"You dance?" I question to Rachel.

"Oh, yeah! All the time. It's more of a hobby." She said.

"Well let's see what you can do." I smirked, and the entire ballroom got straight to work.

The music played, and we started our waltz. Josh was right, Rachel was an amazing dancer. I just wish I didn't trip over her feet. Because that was awfully embarrassing. She laughed at me. I internally died. Her laugh was better than the music.

Her laugh repeated itself. It would start lower, then get higher as it went on. Then when it was at its peak, it would go to a lower note, and start all over again.

But enough about her (extremely beautiful) laugh. Rachel was a great dancer.

I retied my shoes, and straightened out my shirt. I wasn't custom to this waltz, and everyone else already had the moves down from our other rehearsals. I was going to need help, an Rachel was the perfect girl to teach me how to be an amazing dancer-- or at least a fairly decent one.

AUTHORS NOTE

OH MY GOSH SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO UPDATE. I WAS IN THE SCHOOL PLAY AND IT TOOK UP ALL MY TIME. I LOVE YOU ALL AND IM SORRY.