Firecracker

Chapter 11

We arrived in Windsor after a quick, comfortable train journey. We spent the journey catching up on all the little things, like what our friends from school are up to now. He told me all about the band and how proud he is of how far they've all come. It felt so nice catching up with him, being in his company made me feel all warm inside. We got off the train once it reached our stop and wandered towards Windsor castle.

'I'm going to be completely honest with you in saying that I actually don't have a plan on where to go I just wanted to spend time with you' he said with a cheeky smile.

'It's okay , I just want to spend time with you too, we have a lot of lost time to catch up with' I said giggling.
We spent the day walking side by side , aimlessly around Windsor, occassionally stopping at a shop window to point something out or stopping to listen to the street musicians. As we walked, our hands would briefly touch, sending sparks shooting up my arm. This happened 2 or 3 times before Rye just grabbed my hand and intertwined his fingers with mine. My stomach erupted in butterflies and I fought off a blush from rising to my cheeks again (if it's even possible to fight off blushing). I looked up at Rye to see him staring down at me with an affectionate smile on his face. His thumb rubbed circles on my hand and I was literally going weak at the knees. If he kept this up I can garuntee I won't make it back home in one piece but rather in little pieces of mush scraped off the floor.
About an hour or two into our little adventure, we both decided that we were hungry enough to for a Nandos.
"Whatcha want babe?" Babe😍
"Oh, I'll have chicken ceaser salad with water please", Rye went up to order as they're were'nt a lot of waiters on call. I sat down in a booth and took a minute to compose myself. He's called me 'babe' like 26327 times so far today and it's messing with my brain, driving me crazy. He came back a few minutes later with our drinks, a waiter following with our orders. We ate our food while chatting about random things. I was slightly freaked out at how he dipped his chips into his Frozen youghurt but he's Rye Beaumont, what else would you expect from him. He told me stories about him and the boys and I was in stitches laughing after hearing about how himself and Mikey got kicked out of ASDA.
'If I do recall, Rye, you were the one who told me to stay out of trouble, not the other way around'I stated

"How was it. In America, was it everything you wanted it to be?" He questioned.
"Not exactly, but I'll tell you later, I dont want it to ruin the mood" I said while shrugging.
"Okay but I'm not letting this go, if somethings bothering you I want you to know that you can talk to me about it, you can talk to me about anything you know that, even though you went away and even though we lost contact it dosent mean we're not still the same Rylar that we used to be yeah?"
I felt myself smile at the use of 'Rylar' in his sentance. That was our ship name, in a completely platonic way if that makes any sense.
"I know I can talk to you, you're my best friend" I said. Even though I wanted so badly for us to be more then that.
"How about we swing by the park on the way back, it'll be just like old times. We can sit on the swings and talk just like before" he suggested.
"Yeah I'd like that" I smiled.

We finished up in Nandos and decided to head back to the train station. We were about half way there when I felt the first few drops of rain. Then there were more. Then it was lashing down on us. Rye grabbed my hand as we ran through the streets. We were both laughing so hard it made it difficult to run. The rain made his hair go flat and dampened his shirt, making it hang tightly to his stomach, showing off his abs that didn't help my feels. We ran under a bus stop cover, dripping wet from the rain. We both took a moment to catch our breath, both from the running and the laughing. He pulled me close to him. His touch creating fire on my skin. I looked up at him. He had a serious look on his face, like he was contemplating doing something before he smashed his lips to mine. And just like that, fireworks exploded throughout my whole body. Just like that, I felt whole, I felt happy, I felt everything I had been dreaming.
I could feel Ryes wet hair tickling my skin and it made me smile into the kiss. I stood on my tippy toes as I wrapped my hands around his neck, feeling his hands tug at the wet fabric of my top, pulling me closer and deepening the kiss. Time felt like it came to a stop when I was with him, which unfortunately wasn't a good thing once we heard the announcement that our train was departing in 2 minutes. We broke apart and just looked at eachother. A smile consumed his face.
"I, uh, that-that was" he stuttered, half from nervousness I would imagine and half from the cold.
"Ooohhh did I make THE Rye Beaumont stutter?"I smirked. Knowing that he made the first move and he kissed me gave me a new surge of confidence, knowing that there's a bigger possibility then I thought of him liking me back.
He laughed lightly in response while scratching the back of his neck.
"It's okay, I tend to have that effect on people" I teased, giving him a taste of his own medicine.
"Mmhmm, yes, you most certainly do!" He whispered
"Cmon babe we've got a train to catch" Rye said as he took my hand once again and we legged it to the platform, hoping and praying we didn't miss the train.