Runaway

11

"We're here now." Isac told me and I lifted my head from his shoulder, staring out at the window.

"Where are we?" I asked. It was late and I was really sleepy.

"Stockholm, Sweden." He announced excitedly and grabbed his back pack. I grabbed mine and followed after him. It was really, really late but the bus station was not far from the hotel.

When we walked into the hotel, we wandered up to the receptionist  and got us a room. He got the key and we stepped into the elevator, taking us up to the third floor. As the doors to the elevator closed, Isac stared at me.

"What are you staring at?" I asked him staring down and smiling slightly.

"You." He straight up replies...

"Why?"

"Because you're beautiful." He smiled and stepped closer to me. He placed his finger under my chin and lifted my head up.

The elevator doors opened and I moved away from him nervously, stepping out and ambling down the hallway to our room.He unlocked the door using the key and we wandered in, staring around. The first thing I did was run over to the huge window and place my hands on the glass, staring out. The view was beautiful...

Isac's phone was bursting with notifications but he turned it off.

"Everyone's worrying about you." I turned to face him as he threw his phone on the couch. I walked closer to him.
"Why did you run away? You have this amazing life as a pop singer."

"I just did OK. No explanation." He yelled over my tone and put all the food and drink he had in his back pack into the cupboards and fridge.

"Isac..." I paused, twirling around to face him.
"There's an explanation, there's always an explanation."

"This time there isn't. So drop it." His tone was harsh. He grabbed a glass and filled it up with water and drink it before pulling out his pjs.

"It's late. We should go to sleep." He told me, taking his t-shirt off...

RIGHT. IN. FRONT. OF. ME.

I noticed his six pack and muscles and had to stare down and eventually turn around as I knew I was blushing. He had a perfect body...

"Did you bring pjs?" He asked me as he pulled up his pj bottoms. I didn't turn around I stayed looking away.

"Uhh. I'll have to check." I wandered over to my bag and searched through it. I bit my lip as I didn't find any pjs. From the corners of my eyes I saw him take off his pj shirt... Again taking off his shirts.

"Here." He threw it in my direction and I caught it. I smiled at him and stared around. I wandered into the bathroom to get changed. I tugged his grey t-shirt over my head and let it flow down my figure. It was quite short as it ended half way up my thigh but I hoped it didn't show anything off... I bit my lip again, stepping out of the bathroom.

Isac stared at me and wouldn't take his eyes off. It made me feel quite self conscious... I tried to pull the shirt down a little bit but it bounced back up to where it lay half way up my thigh again...

"Okay let's go to bed." I told him as I placed my clothes in my bag, I opened the bedroom door and noticed only one bed.

"One bed?" I asked him and he stared in.
"I asked for two." He told me and I just sighed.

"It's fine. I'm too tired to worry about that." I told him and walked over to one side of the bed.

"I'll sleep on the couch..." Isac told me and I stared at him as he disappeared. I leaned against the door frame of the bedroom and watched him intrigued.

"You don't have to."

"I know." He pulled out his blanket and placed the pillows properly.
"But we're strangers. I don't want to make anything a always or do something you're not comfortable with." He smiled and I smiled back... I sighed quietly and buried myself under the quilt of the hotel bed..

I went straight to my Twitter and tweeted.

"Goodnight. ❤️ On a type of vacation with someone special. 🙈" I git a few tweets back saying good night and then Isac tweeted me.

Isac: "good night ❤️" I smiled because he was the special one I was talking about. He might not know that but he is...

Heyy.

I really like how this story is going.
What do you think?

Bye.