The boys next door || completed

Hands in pockets, fingers in belt loops

Emily's POV**

We made up when I gave him back his towels, and he gave me... well he gave me a few more hickeys, enough said.

I'm with Alex and dad, trying to convince them we didn't have sex - and we didn't, we didn't go that far exactly - but it's difficult when I have a winding trail of hickey bruises down my neck, disappearing down into my shirt collar.

"Hm. Yep don't believe you." Alex grins, walking over to Charlie who's teasing Leondre by the looks of things.

"Okay, I'm okay with this as long as you're safe, and it's not in my house." Dad grins, pulling me in for a father-daughter hug.

"We didn't have sex, dad." I grumble into his chest, but he just laughs, and I resign myself to it.

We all get in the van, where me and Leondre huddle together, not speaking, just glancing at each other, his arm around my shoulders, mine around his waist, and then Blair and Marianne join in the teasing.

"This is bullying!" I declare after a while, but they just laugh.

"Alright, for every time you guys tease, you each gotta drink an entire bottle of the green apple flavour tonic water." I threaten, and they all shut up; it's way too sweet for literally anyone, and they all hate it.

I smile and curl up into Leondre's side. He's on the wrong side to trace my tattoo, thankfully, and so offers me an earphone. I accept it, and we spend the journey listening to metal, rap and alternative pop music.

We manage to last until the train.

"Hey, I'm gonna go get drinks, anyone want anything?" I ask, but everyone shakes their heads except Leondre.

"I'll come with you then." He offers, and I nod.

"Yeah alright."

We get to the car, and I turn to Leondre. He's closer than I expected, but it doesn't surprise me. He's not looking at me, his hands in his pockets,

I smile, trying to get him to look at me. I roll my eyes, loop my fingers through his belt loops and pull him forwards to me, so he has to look at me.

"What's wrong?" I ask, and he forces a smile. "Do you regret it?"

"What? No! I just... I regret these." His fingers trail down the line.

I lean into his touch subconsciously. "I don't."

"You don't? But Alex, you- your dad-"

"Will get over themselves, don't care. What I care about is standing right in front of me. But happy, with a smile on his face." I try for a smile and am awarded a small one, aimed at the floor.

"So it's okay?"

"Leondre, that night was so fun! Even if you did leave me hanging until I got back to your room." I smirk, and he laughs, looking up at me.

"You really don't mind?" He asks again, and I smile, shaking my head stubbornly.

"I really don't mind." I barely get the words out before his lips are on mine, his hands now in my pockets, pulling me closer, and I pull him by his belt loops, wishing that maybe for once the world could slow time, let us savour the moment, spend all eternity like that.

Just the two of us.