London calls me a stranger

Chapter 31

Sam's POV




I sat and stared out the window as the rain washed away all the beautiful fluffy snow from the ground. Transforming it into grey mush that wafted down the silent streets. I hoisted Matt's jumper up to cover my nose, inhaling the masculine scent of his cologne that still clung to the garment. The mug of tea was steaming hot and whisps of steam disappeared as I blew the top layer of liquid away from the rim. The cup was too hot to hold, so the jumpers long sleeves substituted for heatproof gloves, keeping me toasty and warm.




"Do you want some biscuits with that?" Matt's voice came from behind me. I shook my head in a negative response. He sighed and rubbed my shoulders from behind the leather couch I was sitting on, leaving a small peck on the right.

My eyes never left the rain. I love the rain but I was quite sad that it was washing away all the crystal white untouched snow that lay on the lawn.

I eventually drew my gaze away from the snow and stare at Matt. He was so caring these past few days... He decided to skip Ireland because of.... what happened.... but we were going for New Year's Eve instead. I'd just had a hard few days. Getting up in the morning, making myself a cuppa, sitting staring out the window, thinking about... It, until Matt woke up and made me breakfast. I sit there until he told me to take a shower which I do very slowly and heavily. Then I curl back up in my ball on the end of the couch... And go off into a trance.

I gaze at him making himself lunch... I don't have the appetite. He's all I want right now. Dressed in his grey sweat pants, that hung low on his hips just peaking a slight of his black CK's. The rest of his body was bare from clothing, showing off his tones abdomens and arms. He buttered himself some toast, placed it onto a plate and came over to sit beside me. His hand rested on my leg as he watched sky sports news. For the first time in days, I felt like I'd came back down the earth, the feeling of his warm hand on my right leg was so comforting. "Are you going to eat that slice?" My croaky voice spoke for the first time in 5 days.

Matt looked astounded, then his eyes welled up, threatening to spill over. He held them back with such strength. "No of course. Take it!" He offered me the warm buttery slice. I toke it and indulged in the freshly made snack. "I'm glad to see your appetite is back." He said, indicating that for the past few days I've had the unstable diet of a bacon sandwich for breakfast and 10 cups of tea and nothing else. I lay down across his lap and devour my food in less than 10 seconds, I licked the runny butter off my fingers. "Did you enjoy that?" Matt said in his baby voice.

I giggled at his response to my actions, "yes I did. What about yours?"

He lightly pecked my lips, then licked his own lips. "Nah, it tastes better coming from your lips." I laugh at his cheeky remark. "Do you want some more?" He asked.

"Yes please" I say in response. He hopped off the couch, excitedly and made about 10 slices of toast. For the majority of the next two hours we sat and talked about different foods. "I'm not a big fan on corn-beef." I stated.

Matt over exaggerated a gasp. "No! Oh my god, you need to try my grandma's corn-beef, it's like made in heaven!" He spat out excitedly.

"Erm.. I'll give it a go, but I'm giving it got the dog if I don't like it!" I joked.

"Don't worry Jasper loves corn-beef!" He laughed. And for the first time in days I actually smiled. Matt has this effect on me. He can always make me happy.




About an hour later, we were lying intertwined on the couch. Listening to the sound of Matt's heart beat, he interrupted and said "do you want to pop out for an hour? I'll treat you! Buy you a new dress for tomorrow night." Tomorrow night being New Years. I gaze outside at the rain. I see the hunched over people, fighting against the cold winds and wet weather. A shiver rand down my spine.

"Can I keep this on?" I asked, referring to the black leggings and his Rolling Stones jumper that was drastically oversized.

He let out a half hearted laugh. "Of course you can sweetie. You look cute."

"Next joke please." I scoffed at him.

He laughed and we left for town.