His Girl #Wattys2016

3. Eye contacts and all.

I needed a moment to process the happenings, so I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. I stole a glance at Drake to make sure I wasn't dreaming all of this. He nodded reassuringly, as if he had read my mind. I swallowed once, looked up at Aaron and shrugged. Wow.

"Come on in, then." He took a step back and smiled at us. He continued talking as we made our way in, "I don't normally invite anyone home but then again,  no one had gone to these heights to meet me, so this is a first both ways."

Something about his words made me blush. I ducked behind Drake and willed myself not to grin like a maniac. I didn't want to scare him away, not yet at least.

Once inside, he asked us to sit on the recliner and got us talking about ourselves.

"So you live nearby, too? That's great."

It felt like he was glad about it but it could also have been a courtesy of my wishful thoughts. I was finding it really hard to concentrate on the conversation, thanks to his looks. Could anyone look any better than him in trackpants? I wasn't sure I knew the answer to that. Or, as a matter of fact, to any question whatsoever. I reminded myself that I had to reply in order to keep the conversation going.

"Yes," I smiled.

"Sorry?" Aaron and Drake both spoke in unison.

To my embarrassment, I realised a tad bit late that they had switched to a new topic and I hadn't yet caught on. I smiled sheepishly at them and started looking around for distractions. I noticed that every inch of the central wall was covered with pictures in frames. One by one I started checking them out and to my sheer happiness, they were all his. Now, you might think of it as being self obsessed but it actually shows how successful he is as a musician. Like I always say, see him through my eyes and you'll know.

"Sarah, you okay?" Aaron's voice brought me back to my senses.

"Yeah." I said, shifting my gaze from the Aaron in the pictures to the real Aaron. "I'm okay."

"All those pictures, you must be thinking-"

"That they are quite less, compared to your fame," I said.

He laughed, throwing his head back and I kept staring at him.

"I don't mean to interrupt but the pizza is getting colder with every passing moment," Drake pointed out.

"Of course." Aaron handed us with plates and we helped ourselves to a slice each.

For a while, we ate in silence. Meanwhile, I finished looking at all all the pictures on the mantel. It was Aaron who finally broke the silence.

"Did you know that I love roasted bell pepper and cheese or was it a guess?"

"No, I mean-"
Drake didn't let me finish. "Trust me, she knows more about you than you do yourself. If I were you, I'd trust her with my life." He joked.

Aaron laughed again. The more he laughed, harder I blushed.

"Really?" He asked, looking at me.

"Of course not. I mean, there must be like a million things I don't know about you."

"Okay, let's see, then." Aaron said, his gaze transfixed on me. "My first song?"

"My love, which you wrote at the age of eighteen."

"Impressive. Favourite genre?"

"Rock and pop."

"Right. Which hand do I wear my watch-"

"Left wrist. You wear a ring on your right hand, middle finger."

"Whoa, okay. Favourite instrument?"

"You play the piano but you love guitar."

"Sports?"

"Football, of course."

 "My favourite colour?"

"That's easy. Black."

"Wait a minute. I never said that anywhere."

"You don't have to. You mostly wear black. Your shoes, watch, they're all black. So I guessed so."

"Whoa, stalker alert!" Drake shook his head, mocking me.

"I don't know what to say. Maybe most of the people who like me know these things about me, too. But you-" he shook his head, looked up at me and met my gaze, "you're crazy."

"Good kind of cray?" I asked, my voice barely audible.

"Of course." He smiled at me. "I'm flattered."

I grinned in triumph.

*****

"Sarah," Drake hissed in my ears.

"What?" I hissed back.

"I seriously think it's time for us to leave, no?" Though his words sounded polite his voice suggested otherwise.

Having decided not to push him off his limits, I nodded. He sighed dramatically and stood up to leave.

"Thanks for having us over, Aaron. It was really nice of you," Drake was rambling on.

Aaron was smiling at Drake but his eyes kept meeting mine time and again. Every time he looked at me, I tried hard not to blush but kept failing. 

"So..." Aaron looked at me and his eyes stayed stuck on mine.

"I guess we'll see each other sometime again."

"I hope we do," he said, sounding more genuine than God himself.

Drake quickly pulled out his phone and raised an eyebrow at me. I knew at that moment that I'll be forever indebted to this guy.

"Yes! Aaron, a picture with you, please?"

"Sure, sure."

If I had been assigned the work of taking the pictures, I'd have never stopped. But as it was Drake who was doing it, we stopped after six-seven pictures.

"Okay, then. Let's go?" Drake asked, already on his way out.

"Um, Aaron?" I said, testing my luck one last time.

He looked up from the last slice of pizza and smiled at me. "Yes?"

"Will you, um..." I looked at Drake for encouragement but he rolled his eyes in response. "Will you accept my friend request?"

Aaron laughed at me like I had just stumbled upon a peel of banana that I myself had thrown. "Why not, Sarah!"

"Check your requests after ten minutes. I'll be the one with a picture of us together," I winked.

"Okay." He said, his smile intact.

"Bye, then." I said, tearing my eyes off of him.

He was still waving as the door closed behind us. The moment I was out of hearing distance I squealed like a little child.

"Trust me when I say this, I've never felt more happy in my entire life than I did today." I told Drake.

"Trust me, it's etched all over your face." He joked and pulled me into a hug. "I deserve a special treat for what I withstood in there."

"Yes, you do." I said, pulling his cheek.

As we made our way to his floor, I wondered if people could notice the skip in my gait and tell how happy I was. After all, it's not everyday that you get so lucky.