All In My Head

Thinking Out Loud

'How are you?' I ask. He slowly lifts his head out of my lap and starts of sit up straight.

'I'm fine', he mumbles, with a lost look as though trying to gather up his thoughts.

'Amelia, I'm SO sorry about whatever happened at the party. I didn't mean to offend your self-respect like that.' His eyes stare in to my soul, genuinely apologising. I'm not sure I that sentence made sense but it sounded really nice when it came out of his mouth. See, everyone thinks he is this hardcore badass dude that would be totally wrong for me but this makes me think otherwise.

'It's okay. I totally understand. Don't worry about it...'

There's 100 years worth of an awkward silence as I stare down at my hands resting on my lap.

'Anyway' Ethan says as he breaks the hush. Thank GOD he did or things would have become very dry and uninteresting.

'I want you to know that I meant what I said at the party.' he continues. 'I-I mean not the offensive parts but the way I felt about you then, I feel about you now. Sober.'

My cheeks begin to burn as a huge, uncontrollable smile slaps across my face. 'How do you feel about me?' I enquire, locking eyes with him as starts to smirk.

'Baby your soul could never grow old its evergreen...'

I knew where this was heading and began giggling hysterically as he took my hand and knelt down on one knee, never taking his eyes off me for a second. Damn, he was a GOOD singer and super sincere. He's no Sam Smith but that sounded AMAZING. Is he serenading me????

'Honey your smile's forever in my mind and memory' He lifts his free hand and places it on my cheek and continues. 'I'm thinking 'bout how, people fall in love in mysterious ways. Maybe just the touch of a hand.'

HIS HAND GRIPS MINE TIGHTER. AM I DREAMING?

'Me I fall in love with you every single day, and I just wanna tell you I am...'

By the end of it I was laughing so much that tears were rolling down my cheeks so much that I could cry Justin Timberlake a river. He returns to his seat and giggles as he wipes the tears of my face with his soft hands.

'Was I that bad?' He chuckles. I assumed the question was rhetorical so I didn't reply. 'So like I said earlier, wanna watch movies and eat popcorn?' he asks.

I take a couple breaths to compose myself. 'I'd love to' I say.