Three Floors Down (W2S)

realising you're cliché isn't so bad

"Where's Delilah?" Cal asks, walking in to my room.

"College." I reply, editing my video.

"She coming over later?" He questions.

"Yeah, probably." I nod.

"You guys seem to be getting pretty close." He acknowledges.

"And?" I sigh.

"You gonna tell the fans?" He simply asks.

"It's none of the fans' business." I shake my head.

"Yeah, but if a fan sees you kissing a mystery woman in the middle of London, Twitter will flip its shit." Cal chuckles lightly.

"I don't want to freak her out." I groan.

"Maybe just upload a super subtle photo." He shrugs.

"Maybe." I mumble.

"Harry?" Cal shouts from the kitchen.

"What?" I yell back.

"Delilah's here." He shouts.

I get up, walking away from my computer and walking out in to the kitchen, I see her sitting at the table talking to Cal. I smile, noticing her smile. 

"Hey." I smile, sitting next to her.

"Hi." She smiles back.

"Good day at college?" I ask, as Cal gets up and moves to the kitchen.

She nods, "average."

"I thought we could do something tonight, seen as we're both free." I smile at her.

"And what do you have in mind?" She asks.

"Cinemas?" I offer an idea and she nods.

"How cliche of you." She laughs.

"Shut up." I laugh with her.

We end up leaving a little under an hour later, Cal going upstairs to film with Tobi and Delilah deciding she's hungry. We stop at McDonalds before going to the cinemas. 

"What do you wanna watch?" I ask, as her body leans against mine slightly.

"Hmm, whatever, I don't mind." She shrugs.

"Helpful, very helpful." I reply, sarcasm thick in my voice.

She simply laughs. We end up getting two tickets for 'The Girl on the Train' because it starts in less than ten minutes. Delilah only orders a drink, I get popcorn and we sit at the back, the theatre being mostly empty anyways. I text as the adverts are on, Delilah's head simply resting on my shoulder, our hands intertwined. I take a simple photo of our hands, Delilah not noticing. Her hands look small in my grip but it's a cute little photo and I'm sure she would be proud of my growing photography prowess. I upload the photo to Instagram, with the caption 'how cliche'. I smile as comments litter the photo, my Twitter blows up but most of the comments are good. I put my phone away as the film starts.

"I saw what you did." She whispers in to my ear, about a quarter of the way in to the film.

I turn, "you did?"

She nods.

"Do you mind?" I mumble.

She hesitantly shakes her head, "not nearly as much as I would've three months ago."