Chapter 3

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Fuck I had a headache. I was still at Josh's, of course, and he wasn't going to let me go any time soon. The alcohol was starting to wear off, it was 11pm, but I wasn't tired, I was still tipsy but I was getting signs of a hangover. We were laying in his living room, which is massive may I add, with the other boys, my head on his lap, watching a film. The Great Gatsby to be specific. I wasn't paying much attention to it, I'd seen it hundreds of times anyway, it was my favourite film but right now I didn't care, I was distracted by Josh's hand stroking through my hair, it was leaving my scull tingling. Every once in a while he would lean down and kiss my forehead and I'd look up at him and smile, he was so lovely and sweet, but that wasn't what I wanted, I was a player, I kept having to remind myself that but at this moment it didn't feel like it. I was in love... Now I'd realised this it was finally so clear why had it taken me this long. I was completely and utterly in love with the guy. That was where all of the tingles, all of the thoughts, all of the confusion came from. My heart, because this boy, this absolutely gorgeous, lovely boy had caused it.

This realisation made me bolt upright. "Are you okay babe?" Josh asked. "I.. I... don't know..." I stuttered. "Do you feel sick? Faint? Anything just tell me?" He asked frantically, he rubbed my shoulders worriedly. "No... I'm fine, no actually more than fine, I'm perfect, thank you." I smiled up at him. I might be going soft, but it was an honour to be for him. The feeling of being in love was perfect. Josh smiled at me, flashing his perfect teeth, right, that was why I loved him. That smile, with so much sincerity in it, it made my tummy tickle. Wow, he was like a flawless sex god.

I lied back down, a smile plastered on my face and fell asleep.

"Kiss me like you wanna be loved... you wanna be loved" My eyes snapped open, that was my favourite song! But that wasn't Ed Sheeran singing it. I sat up, in the corner of my eye I saw a boy with chocolaty hair playing the guitar, the sound was coming from him. Josh. He could sing as well, is there anything this boy cant do? He turned around and saw my stunned face. His cheeks turned red, was he blushing oh my god. This was an amazing moment. Josh Williams was blushing. "Oh, I'm sorry, I...er... didn't mean to wake you." He muttered.

"You're amazing." Was all I could manage to say, I was still stunned at how good he was.

"No I'm not, it's just a... fun thing that I do, a hobby, that's all." he said, a smile spreading across his face nevertheless.

"No, its not. You could be famous! Why did you never tell me you sing and play the guitar?" I questioned him.

"Because I don't its like a little thing that I do when I'm bored." he said embarrassed.

I walked over to him and kissed him on the forehead "That's for you being you." I kissed him on the cheek "That's for being so perfect" I then pecked him on the lips "And this is my reply" I pressed my lips onto his and we moved in sync, our lips fit together perfectly. I loved the feeling. He pulled away "Huh?" He asked. "You told me to kiss you like I wanna be loved, so that's what I'm doing." I smirked and pulled his face closer and we kissed again. This time I deepened it. I could feel the love, this kiss wasn't just a kiss, this was a kiss that connected us.

When we pulled away breathless, I was love struck. I don't know how long we were kissing for, it could of been 2 minutes, it could of been an hour, all I knew in this moment is that I loved him. And I knew this was the time to tell him, even if he didn't say it back. I needed him to know. It might ruin everything, but at least he'd know. "I love you." I whispered, still gasping for air. He didn't say anything, he just pulled me in for another kiss, but I could feel him smiling as he kissed me. He then pulled away "I love you too."

We sat staring into each others eyes, what a perfect moment, with a perfect boy. "Where are the boys?" I asked, never breaking our gaze.

"They're sleeping still..." It was 11am now, my parents would be wondering where I was, but I didn't care, they could wait, I wasn't going to leave for them. I'd make up some crazy excuse which they wouldn't believe later.

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