The Balcony

Chapter 8

"You're not as shy as I thought you first were" Van said as he smirked at me. It was now 5am, and we were both lying in his bed.  

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked him, not sure that i wanted to hear his smart response.

He shook his head and laughed. "You're just not as quiet as I expected"

All he earned from me was a roll of my eyes and a "and you're just as arrogant as I expected"

"Tea?" He asked me, as he got out of the bed, quickly putting half of his clothes on.

"Um, it's 5:02 in the morning, but alright. Tea it is then"

"Love, there's never a wrong time for some Yorkshire Tea! You can grab some of my clothes if you want" he said as he pointed towards his wardrobe, leaving the room. 

 I quickly put on the biggest over-sized t shirt of his I could find, which really wasn't that big because he was so skinny anyway. But it was long and it covered me up, so it'd do for now. I walked into the kitchen to find him singing some Bruce Springsteen.

"You like the Boss eh?" i asked as I leaned against the counter.

"Who doesn't!? He's class!" he replied as he turned around to me.

"Stop staring Van and finish making my tea please"

"Sorry.. It's... Nice t shirt" He said as he turned around whilst I laughed at him.

"So what we gonna do?"

"Well, I could find plenty of ways that we could be entertained" he said, raising his eyebrows.

"Like watching a movie!?" i asked innocently, walking over to the cabinet beside the TV that contained an array of DVDs.

"Are you a Ewan McGregor fangirl or summet? What's with all these?"

"What do you mean!?" he asked in fake astonishment. "Don't you fucking love Sir Ewan? What a gent!"

"I've never seen anything of his but I've heard of this" i said, pulling Trainspotting out of it's place.

"You've never seen anything of his!? El, you've not lived."

"Right, so we'll just watch this then?"

"It's not his best but it'll start you out. I still can't believe you've never watched a Ewan McGregor classic..." he said, his voice trailing off as he shook his head.

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I don't know what time it was, but it must have been around 9 or 10am when I awoke. What I did know was that my neck was fucked after resting on Van's shoulder since we put the movie on and his shoulder probably wasn't much better.

"Morning love" Van greeted me with a smile.

"Morning" I smiled back. "What time is it?" I asked, as I stretched to try and wake myself up.

"10:30" he replied.

"Fuck I have uni stuff to do" I said as I got up off the sofa.

"Forget about it and stay here" Van said as he put his arms around me from behind and kissed my neck.

"Van I really can't..." I said as he continued. I kept on walking hoping to annoy him but it didn't. I got as far as his room to get my clothes and he finally stopped.

"I'm not going to win this time am i?" He asked with a puppy face. I pulled on my clothes quickly.

"'fraid not" i said as I kissed him on the cheek and walked out of the room.

I was just about to go out the door when he stopped me.

"Wait up El, the lads and I have a gig later, you should come, it's just down the local"

I thought about it. I'd love to see them live, but I had so much work to do and I had uni tomorrow.

"I'd love to but I've uni tomorrow and all that"

"Come on, it won't be that late and it'll be fun! Please?" he begged.

"Alright. Text me the times and what not."

"I don't have your number El" He handed me his phone as I put the digits of my number in. 

 What had I gotten myself into with this boy I didn't know.