The Bad Boy and the British Girl

The Girl Who Sings

Charlie Moore's POV:

I'm looking in the mirror, doing my makeup when I hear the shrilling noise of my brother and his friends howling for me up the stairs. I slam my eyeshadow shut, pout a little in the mirror and check my outfit isn't too revealing. I mean I want to look good, but not desperate. I slip on my converse, the slide easily over my socks due to the seven years of walking they've survived through. A skater dress and a brown leather jacket and I'm all ready to leave, I trot down the stairs to find three boys at the bottom in the hallway. Max's eyes flutter downwards as I walk down, in an attempt to hide from me his gaze at my legs, I saw him doing it because I too was gazing at his shoulders...and the muscly biceps that tense and relax when I'm near. I can't help but notice these things, I try to stop myself, but it's practically impossible when...well when these things happen.

"Charlie, put some tights on it's fucking freezing outside!" George cries at me in disbelief that I could be as dim as to not wear tights. I look at my legs and look back and him and simply snort and push past him to the car. As I gracefully glide towards to the car I shimmy into the driver's seat and start the engine.

"Hurry up boys! I'm not missing this, not for the world." I state as I check my mirrors before pulling out of the house.

"Yeah, nothing like a free drink!" Joe calls from behind me as him and my brother high five. I check my mirror to see Max's face as he just shakes his head in a chuckle as he looks down at his feet. His golden hair is curling perfectly and the small dimples at the side of his smile melt my whole body. I watch and just as I tear my eyes away he looks up and catches my glance, we stare for a few seconds before breaking eye contact and I concentrate on parking in the pub parking lot. As we all begin filing out of the car and towards the warm glow of the building in front of us, Max and I hang back a bit and just talk.

"You're literally one of the most protective people when it comes to your car aren't you?" He smirks as I giggle at his comment.

"Wouldn't you be if your car was to be shared between yourself and my brother?" I lift a brow as he throws his head back in a laugh.

"That's a fair point, I will give you that. Reckless, George is reckless."

"I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks it." Our hands brush past each other, the warmth from his send a spark up my arm and butterflies to my stomach. I slowly nibble my lip as I hear a call from inside saying it's about to start. I snap out of my daze and begin to walk briskly towards the doors and find everyone sitting down at the booth right next to the piano. Joe and George have already slumped next to one another so Max and I shuffle into the opposite seats, Liz is talking to her mom about songs I think, and possibly what drinks we will order. We then see her trot up towards the piano and test the microphone, her mom bustling towards us with a tray of drinks. I'm sipping slowly on mine as Liz talks to her audience.

"Hi, everyone. I'm Elizabeth, I'm going to be playing for you for a little while, nothing too crazy, just a few old classics." Our whole booth claps and cheers her on as the other regular bar attendees clap her on.

"Wait guys, where's Zach?" Joe queries, as we all start to look around.

"He must be late, he will make it I'm sure." I assure everyone as I sip my drink and Liz begins playing the piano. The start to her piano version or September begins and she gets a big cheer as a smile beams across her face and she begins playing. As I'm wrapped up in her playing, I feel a hand move tenderly towards my leg. It starts at my knee and I look at Max as he crawls it up my thigh, I shuffle quietly towards him and put my hand on his. Causing my heart to pound practically out of my chest, he links our hands together as they rest upon my bare leg and his thumb moves in circles on my thigh. With my other hand I grab my drink and gulp as much as I can, hearing a faint chuckle from Max. I turn to him and return the cheeky grin he's giving me.