Tyler and I get back to the flat just in time, loaded with shopping bags. Alfie opens the door, Zoe standing on her tiptoes behind him.
"Hey guys," he smiles. "Need some help there?"
"We're alright, I think," I reply, bringing the bags inside and dropping them in the foyer.
Zoe twirls around, her gold skirt flying out. "Do I look alright?" she asks Alfie.
"Gorgeous, babe," he replies, kissing the top of her head.
I glance over at Tyler. "Should we go get ready now?" He nods, and we both head towards the room we share. I sit down on one of the twin beds in the room, rummaging through my suitcase to find a decent outfit.
Tyler starts undressing right away, taking off his shirt and throwing it on his bed. I blush, unsure whether to leave or turn away and face the wall. Even though we've been dating for a few months, Tyler and I have never had sex before. I've never even seen him naked.
Tyler seems to become aware that he's making me uncomfortable. It's his turn to blush, and he looks down at the ground.
"Sorry," he mumbles. "I think I'll go into the bathroom to change." He offers me a reassuring smile as he walks by. My cheeks are burning, and I stare at my feet, silently hating myself for making things so goddamn awkward.
The door closes, and I get dressed quickly before Tyler comes out. As he reenters the room, I'm by the mirror trying to perfect my hair. It's extraordinarily messy today, and nothing I do seems to help.
Tyler comes up behind me, his strong arms closing around my small frame. "Babe," he whispers. I close my eyes for a second, capturing the moment, his voice, this feeling. He gently takes my hair and shapes it into the perfect quiff, finishing it with hairspray.
"Tada," he laughs. I squeeze his hand.
"Thank you Tilly. Hair volume is off the charts," I smile.
He grins back at me, adjusting his own hair. "Shall we?" he asks, extending his hand to me. The ridiculous look he gives me is infectious, and I find myself smiling as he leads me into the living room.
The entire crew seems to be in a big lump on the sectional, and everyone looks up as we enter.
"Look at the adorable couple," Caspar says teasingly. I rest my chin on the back of my hand and give him a huge grin.
Tyler wraps his arm around my waist as we head outside, waiting for the limo Alfie ordered to pick us up and take us all to dinner. Tyler and I stand next to each other making small talk until the limo finally arrives. We all pile inside and drive off to the restaurant.
Something about being around Tyler brings out the crazier side of me, in a good way. After we finished dinner I found myself going clubbing with the YouTube crew. Tyler and I had quite a few drinks and he pulled me out onto the dance floor. I felt the room start to pulse, not sure whether it was because of my current slightly intoxicated state or just the beat of the song. The night was all blurring together, becoming an indistinguishable sea of faces and lights. Zoe, Tyler and I were all in a big clump dancing in the middle of the crowd.
"Wait," Zoe said, pulling out her phone, "Let's take a picture!" I looked over at Tyler, who was making the most adorable faces at the camera, and I couldn't help but kiss him on the cheek right then and there. Zoe raised her eyebrows but took the picture anyway.
"Zoe, please tell me you won't post that on... on..." So many thoughts were flooding to my brain but I was unable to process it all.
"Troye, are you alright?" she asked, looking into my face. "Do you want to sit down a bit?"
I shook my head but began to feel worse. I wasn't very keen on drinking and hadn't had more than 1 or 2 drinks at a time before. This was so out of my character. My heart was pounding and my throat was dry. I glanced over at Tyler, who was staring at me with lust in his eyes, licking his lips. I felt infinite and free, and grabbed him in a heated kiss. It was passionate, full of alcohol and adrenaline, and after he broke away I was left wondering what had even happened.
Tyler smirked and turned as if nothing had happened. My head was spinning and I knew I needed a rest. I went over to an empty table in the corner to have some time alone for a bit. Thoughts were racing through my mind that didn't even make sense. I wanted to go home and bury myself under the covers, but at the same time I wanted to fully live out this moment and take all the fucking risks life threw at me.
Damn, I hated alcohol.
an;
thank you guys so much for reading so far! hoping to have the third chapter up soon, love you
-sarah x
