Kairos | Virat Kohli [Completed]

είκοσι τρία - twenty three

"Virat Kohli, I have no clue where are we." I said, as we wandered around the rural areas of London. "So cold." I shivered, burrowing my head as far as it could go in my coat.

"We should find the metro." He pulled me next to him, rubbing my side with his free hand while his other hand stayed inside his jacket pocket.

"The person said it was like twenty minutes away, by walk!" I shivered. "Now I can take a hike in heels but please it's too cold."

How the heck did we come here? Well, Virat, being Virat wanted to have the experience of going through a London rail. So we went to King's Cross Station and I completely fangirled, while Virat stood there like a dumbo, wondering why I was going this.

"Because it's HARRY POTTER, you idiot!" I whisper shouted. "Haven't you seen it?"

"No?" He said, scratching the back of his head.

"We have got to get you educated, as soon as we get back to the hotel." I vowed, pulling him as we walked out of the station. "Where do you want to go?"

"We'll walk around?" He asked, looking at me.

"Sure."

We walked too far away from the station and understandably, got lost.

"Look, a bus station!" I pointed at the station, running to it and sitting on the metal bench. As soon as I sat down, I hurriedly got up.

"Oh my God it's so cold!" I squeled, Virat scoffing at me.

"How cold could it be?" He asked, sitting on it. He got up.

"Okay yes it's cold." Virat said and looked at the bus chart pasted on the side of the stop. "The next one's going to be here in ten minutes, it'll take us back to the hotel."

"I have an idea." I took off my coat, pathetically shivering.

"What are you doing?" He asked, moving towards me to make me wear the coat.

"Shh." I layed my coat down and asked him to sit on it.

"What nonsense -oh." He finally shut up once I had climed onto his lap after making him open his jacket and proceeded to hug him like a koala, my hand reaching his back through the jacket. Immediately, he hugged me back, making us stay as close as possible.

"Vee." I whispered.

"What?" He asked, putting his chin on my shoulder.

"You're like a heater, I swear to God."

"Is this another way of telling me that you think I'm hot?"

"Shut up."