Love on London

Chapter 38: Could She... Would She?

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***~/ Arria’s POV /~***

Tom’s friend Andrew came the next week with a large rucksack, much like one you would take if you are backpacking. He was tall about half a head taller than Jay and had a broad chest with large muscles of a swimmer. A head full of thick black hair and grey brown eyes gave way to a warm full smile that spread over his face. He was gorgeous, but not as good as my Jay.

“Hay you must be Andrew,” I say holding out my hand for him to shake. He took it smiling at me,

“Wow, so you are as pretty as the magazines make you out to be. For once the rumours are true,” he said in a thick Bolton accent. I laughed it off and Tom came, taking his hand before bear hugging/chest pumping Andrew. They both laughed and I took a step back to Jay.

Nathan came down the stairs and said hi as well before straying out into the street; he was late to go to the studio with Max. Typical Nathan, always late. Unfortunately it meant Jay and Tom had to go as well.

“I’ll see you later,” Jay said kissing me. I smiled through the kiss and pressed my nose against his as he lifted me up slightly.

“When will you be back?” I ask looking into his beautiful eyes. They were always so stunning. He smiled and ran his fingers through my hair,

“Maybe nine or ten tonight,” he said.

“Arria can show you around, right Arry?” Tom said loudly.

“Yeah!” I shout back not moving away from Jay. We kissed on last time and he held onto me for as long as he could before Tom dragged him away. I let out one of those love sighs were you go off into a dreamy state fantasizing about the dreamy crush a teen would have.

“So,” Andrew said awkwardly. I blushed and laughed,

“Right yes, your room first,” I say smiling and taking his rucksack.

“It’s heavy,” he said in protest.

“I’ll be fine,” I say and luged it over my shoulder before saying, “How on earth do you do it!” He laughed, it was a lot like Tom’s, but had a real sweet undertone.

“I work out,” he said as I walked up the stairs with him following close behind.

“You look a lot like a swimmer,” I state.

“Yeah, I’ve done a lot of swimming,” he said nodding.

“I won the school cup for swimming when I lived in Australia,” I say grinning proudly. He lifted his eyebrows and nodded,

“Really?” he said.

“What! You don’t believe me!” I say giving him a nudge and dropped his bag on the double bed. “Google it! My fans are very proud to know that, I’ve even donated a cup and they’ve named it ‘The Destry Cup for girls swimming’,” I say puffing out my chest and putting on a strong Australian accent. He laughed.

“Well swimmers are always the best looking,” he said turning his back on me to look through his bag. I tried to let it stray,

“Well if you want anything just ask,” I say from the door before closing it.

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-Jay’s POV-

I don’t know why I was nervous about leaving Arria with Andrew; I mean he was Tom’s lifelong best friend. He’d clearly seen the way the two of us had acted; he wasn’t going to try anything. Tom didn’t add to the matter, but I saw he noticed… He’s not like Tom when he was twenty. He’s not one of those guys who go out playing.