Facetime

Chapter 8

I walked down the stairs in sweats and a tight long sleeve shirt. I handed Niall the pair of sweats I had grabbed from my brothers room and smiled at him.

“You can change in the bathroom if you want. I’ll go put on a movie.”

He nodded and disappeared around the corner. I took my hair out of the bun and ran my fingers through it. I plopped down on the couch and started looking through movies on the TV.

Niall came out of the bathroom and sat down next to me, throwing his arm around me.

“What are we watching?”

I shrugged and looked over at him. He rolled his eyes and grabbed the remote.

“Let’s see, cartoons, serious, romance, drama, comedy…”

“As long as it’s not horror…”

He laughed and agreed. We eventually settled on Finding Nemo. Niall had scrolled fast by it but I had caught it and begged him for a good ten minutes until he finally gave in and played it.

“Next time, I’m picking the movie.”

I pouted at him but rolled my eyes, lying down with my head on his lap. His hands immediately found my hair and he ran his fingers through it, playing with it.

I looked up at him, giggling when I found that he wasn’t even watching the movie. All of his focus was on me.

“Watch the movie!”

“I like watching you better.”

My eyes widened and I’m not even sure the noise that came out of my throat.

“That sounded creepy as hell, didn’t it?”

I slightly nodded and he groaned.

“I try being cute and this is what fucking happens, brilliant.”

I giggled and sat up, facing him.

“You’re already cute, you don’t have to try.”

He blushed and looked up at me.

“I’m supposed to make you blush! Not the other way around…”

I laughed and shoved him.

“I’m always red as a tomato around you!”

“Then I guess I’m doing something right.”

I shyly looked up at him and his eyes met mine.

“Your eyes are beautiful.”

I blushed and looked down, breaking the eye contact. He brought his hand up and caught my chin, bringing my gaze to meet his again.

“Don’t look away, I want to see them.”

His hand moved from my chin to my cheek and he caressed it. He brushed his thumb along my cheek and I couldn’t help but lean in to his touch.

“You’re beautiful, Tessa, breathtaking really.”

I listened to him this time and didn’t look down even though my face was bright red.

“Can I try something?”

I nodded not trusting my voice. He leaned closer and my breath hitched in my throat. I could feel his warm breath on my face and broke eye contact for a second to glance down at his lips. Our lips brushed and my eyes fluttered closed. Right as he was pressing his lips against mine the door flew open and we jumped apart.

We were still sitting rather close but our gaze was locked on the TV. My eyes shot over to Niall and saw his face was bright red, mine probably the same. I got my breathing under control and looked over seeing my mom in the kitchen.