Firecracker

Chapter 8

As soon as I stepped inside the door of the boys apartment block, I immediately heard their voices, surprisingly they weren't being loud and obnoxious this time but quite the opposite actually, I followed the sound of what seemed to be a cover of Ed Sheeran's 'Shape Of You' I stopped just at the top of the stairs, close enough to hear them clearly but not close enough for them to see me. I heard Andy strumming the guitar and just when I thought he was going to take off singing I heard another voice, it was slightly higher pitched then the rest of the boys and if I wasn't mistaken (hehe miss taken, get it?) I think I heard a slight hint of an Irish accent thrown in there. I planned to stay hidden until the end if the cover as the boys were recording and I didn't want to erupt but my plan backfired as Rye jumped out infront of me, resulting in me letting out a high pitched scream out of shock, I took a step backward, completely forgetting that I was standing on a set of stairs. I closed my eyes, expecting to tumble backwards into my impending death only to have two large hands wrap around my waist. The minute I felt the butterflies I knew it was Rye. That and the fact that he was the reason I was falling in the first place so surely he'd be the one to save me. I opened my eyes to see the boys laughing hysterically, I playfully rolled my eyes before looking at Rye. His hands lingered on my waist even thought my feet were firmly planted on the ground.
"Sorry about that" he said, stifling a laugh.
"You could have killed me" I said while jokingly hitting his chest.
He laughed at me while I gazed up at him. I adored the way his eyes lit up as he laughed ,his laughter faded away until we were both just standing, staring at eachother, as weird as it sounds. I felt all warm and fuzzy inside. The skin beneath his hands was burning from his touch. His thumbs rubbed circles on my hips and I'm almost certain if he wasn't holding me up I would be in a puddle on the floor, melted by his chocolate brown eyes. I'm not sure if it was just me or if we seemed to be moving closer and closer to eachother as the seconds passed but thanks to Brooklyn interrupting us, I guess I'll have to wait to see what could have happened.
"Sorry to break up this little moment but us 4 are feeling quite awkward here and we also have to get this cover finished before 12 So we can go gravity forceee" Brooklyn whined.
Rye and I moved apart so fast I practically felt a gust of wind, I could still feel his hands on my skin even though he was now standing a good 2 feet from me scratching his neck awkwardly.
"Is anyone going to acknowledge the fact that I'm like completely clueless here?" Said the Irish accent guy. I turned to get a proper look at him and I came to the quick conclusion that he much be the youngest of them all, he had a kind smile on his face and I immediately knew that we would get on just fine.
"Skylar this is Jack, our 5th and final member of Roadtrip, he was out with some mates last night, that's why you didn't see him and Jack, this is Skylar, she's Ryes.. Friend?" Andy explained laughing. I put out my hand to shake his but instead I was pulled up into a hug. I giggled as I hugged him back "it's nice to meet you" I said, "you too" he replied. After our little introduction the boys continued on with filming their cover. I stood leaned against the window sill and watched them as they sang - correction , I watched Rye as he sang. He never broke eye contact with me as he sang his verse and I ended up staring at the ground with my cheeks a bright pink colour. They were finished within 5 mins ,they filmed the outro to their video before running into their flat to gather whatever they needed for trampolining. I sat down on the little black couch as they got ready. I scrolled through Instagram aimlessly before the sight of rye taking off his jumper caught the corner of my eye, his shirt lifted a bit as he did so and I could already feel the blush rise to me cheeks. He caught me looking at him and smirked slightly before looking away smiling, I adverted my gaze back down to my phone and avoided eye contact until we were all ready to leave. I don't know how much longer I can continue having these encounters with Rye because slowly but surely he's killing me inside. I hate him, I hate him because he's making me feel butterflies everytime I see him and I hate him because he practically has me drooling at his every move which sucks because I'm used to being in charge, I'm used to being in control of my feelings. I liked rye before I left for America but my feelings just seem to have intensified X100 since I got back and I'm not sure I like it...all I have to say is today will be interesting..