Headphones - a connor ball and bradley simpson fanfic

Chapter 10- the kiss

Chapter 10

I stepped into the house and straight away I realised that these boys were a lot more successful than I thought; the place was huge and very modern. The walls were white and the floor was black granite that went through the entire bottom floor, as I walked through the hall I came through an archway into the living room. This room was the size of my entire ground floor. There was a sunken seated area in the centre with a huge t.v mounted on the wall in front, and a huge black sofa filled the sunken area- it was one of those where you can rearrange it so that it makes a giant bed, it was so cool. Me and Rach just stood there with our mouths open. “is this your house/” I muttered in amazement.

“Erm no, we rented it for the day” Brad chuckled too himself. Obviously being sarcastic.

“omg really?” Rachael spluttered, “I didn’t know you could do that” she said still admiring the house. We all burst out laughing at how stupid she seemed. I’m glad she said that though, it really eased up the tension in the room and everyone felt a lot more comfortable than before. We all introduced ourselves and hugged one another; Rach and Tristan holding onto each other a little longer than the rest of us if I may say so. Then it came to me and Connor; we just looked at each other not moving or speaking just staring at each other and get completely lost in one another’s eyes. His eyes were the same cold eyes as before but they were endearing, they just seemed so empty, like he didn’t want anyone to look into them, but I did and I didn’t stop until I saw a twinkle that made a huge grin crawl up my face. I quickly wiped the smile off my face and shook my head looking down.

“look- im errr, sorry about your headphones I really never meant to-“ I was cut off by Connor putting a finger up to my lips and smiling. He quietly shushed me whilst tucking my hair behind my ear and moving his hand on to the back of my head and pulling my close. I was breathless and became numb with anticipation.

“you don’t have to be sorry about anything” he whispered in his low manly voice, a smile grew up his face and mine too and we just stood there again, this time closer than before, staring into each other’s eyes. He pulled away a little which I have to say disappointed me a little and straightened himself up; “I never properly introduced myself- my names Connor Ball,” He said with a straight face, “and you?”

“Elle,” I giggled pulling him into a hug, I felt those sparks again but then i felt him tense up and wriggle out. I dropped my head to the ground, “im errr- sorry” I whispered and then walked back to the others who had settled on the sofa and put a film on. Much to my surprise; Rachael was nicely tucked up into Tristan’s large physique, nestled in his chest with his muscley arm placed around her shoulder, she didn’t even acknowledge me when I sat down; she was too busy deep in conversation with Tristan and the twins (his cheekbones). This left me brad and James to socialise as Connor had gone off somewhere and I guess I had to get to know them seeing as I was in their house.

I could tell immediately that Brad and I would get along, we both have the same sense of humour, we just sat there discussing hobbies and personal interests and we had so much in common it was unbelievable! It was like we were twins. He took a picture with me and posted it on instagram with the caption ‘chills with the twin’. I was laughing at all the comments that the fangirls’ wrote about it on Brad’s phone when a text came up at the top from Connor ‘mate, kitchen now!’ Brad looked at me as if to ask if he could leave, I nodded and he walked out of the room. In his absence I noticed how close Rach and Tristan actually had become, they were tickling each other and laughing on the floor, and he had her pinned down and was screaming “say it! Say that you love me!” in her face whilst she just laughed and wriggled trying to escape his hold whilst squealing “never”. They really were quite cute; it’s weird to think that they’ve never met before. Brad came strutting through the door with an angry expression, mumbling “fucking unbelievable” to himself.

“Elle, could you please go explain to Connor that we are not flirting because he seems to think that I’m trying to steal the girl that he likes!” he huffed. My eyes opened wide as I tried to take in the words that Bradley had just said and he soon realised and looked at me as if to say ‘shit, don’t tell him I told you’. I ran towards the door that Brad had just left and saw Connor leaning against the counter, looking out of the window with his back to me.

“You like me?” I questioned, shit, I didn’t mean to say it out loud but it just slipped and I had to know I guess. He jolted round to look at me in astonishment, he was lost for words.

“I err- well I, it’s really funny actually- I err. Yes. Why? Does it bother you?” he said sheepishly, I looked at him and smiled, “do you err- like me?”

“Do I need to even justify that question with an answer,” I said staring across the room into his icy blue orbs, smiling slightly, “yes, in a word.” I giggled, still staring at him, though nothing was funny, there was a really serious atmosphere in the room but it wasn’t uncomfortable. He strode over to me, remaining eye contact, his hands landed on the sides of my head causing sparks to flood my veins, then moments after, his lips crashed onto mine and it was like an explosion those sparks flooded my body, this time more than before and it gave me I craving- I had to be near this boy, these sparks were like magnetising me to him. They were my drug and I needed them now more than I had before, we walked back and he moved one hand from the side of my face and leant it on the wall behind me, deepening the kiss further, at first it was really tense and passionate but then we became more comfortable with it. And it never lost its passion, it only became more steamy as we went on, he moved one hand down my leg and behind my thigh signalling for me to jump; I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pushed me against the wall- his hands gliding up my legs to my ass.

All of a sudden he began to tense up and pulled his lips away from mine and put my legs down keeping his forehead on mine. “Fuck,” he said, hitting the wall behind my head with his fist, the anger in his eyes scared me but I felt safe still somehow. “I’m sorry Elle, I can’t do this” he stated, his voice full of dismay. He has a girlfriend doesn’t he, I fucking knew it. I began to feel angry but I kept my self calm, “I’m sorry but you’re leaving in 2 weeks and I can’t keep myself from thinking about you now so I don’t think I could cope with you leaving forever,” he said those words with such ease, those words made my heart melt but then I realised the situation I had actually got myself into.

Without thinking, I suddenly said “well why don’t we just enjoy these 2 weeks together and cross that bridge when we come to it” running my bottom lip through my teeth and glancing at his eyes then down to his lips and up to his eyes again, pulling him closer to me by his jacket.

“You’re gonna be bad news, I can tell,” he whispered with a grin on his face and leaning in again and crashing his lips back down onto mine again.