Clean Bandit

Gentleman

"Can we go shopping? Louis asked me on a date!!" Sam says walking I to my room.
"Yeah, sure."

"What about this?" Sam holds up a layered shirt.
"I like it." I tell her.

After 2 hours of shopping, we go home and there's flowers waiting at my door.

"Ooh, who are those for?" I ask, picking them up as Sam unlocks the apartment.

"I hope you, I hate yellow roses." Sam says and drops all her shopping loot.

I look at the note, it reads:

Wren,

Can't wait to see you again.

-Harry xx

I flush at the note and Sam takes it from me.

"OMG he's such a sweetheart!" she gushes.
"Louis is taking me out tonight, can you do my hair?"
"Of course." I put down my phone and follow her to her room.

As the straightener is heating up I text Harry.

Wren/ I got the roses, they're beautiful.
Harry/ just like you. is that a good attempt at a flirt.

I laugh out loud.

"What'd he say?" Sam asks from the bathroom.
"Oh nothing. Lets do your hair."

Wren/ that was a very good attempt.

I reply and put my phone down.

~

Louis comes to the door in a tux and his hair slicked.

"Hey Sam," I gesture for him to come in and Harry appears behind him. "You're date is here and he's lookin' good."

"What are you doing here?" I ask Harry.
"I had to escort Louis."
"Yeah, nice cover story. What's the real reason?"
"I wanted to see you again."

I look at my feet before smiling at him.

"You're such a flirt."
"Am I getting better at it?"
"A little." I say.

"Good bye kiddos, make sure you pick up condoms!" I yell down the hall to them.

"You got any plans?" Harry asks me.
"Besides catching up on Twisted, no."
"Ok, I'm staying with you then."

I chuckle.

"You're so forceful."

"Oh I can be way more forceful than this." He wraps his arms around my waist and kisses me hungrily.

His tongue swipes my bottom lip for entrance that I grant. He pushes me against the wall, the kiss deepening, I fist my hands in his hair and sling my arms around his neck and he moans.

"You're a good kisser." he says and starts to kiss down my jawline to my collarbone.

"You're not so bad yourself." I reply.

"What do you want to do?" he takes my hand and leads me to the sofa.
"I don't know.."
"I've never heard you play your guitar." he points to the guitar case in the corner.

He gets up and brings it over.

(Play You and I by Ingrid Michealson)

"Play me something." he hands it to me.
"Like?" I grab a pick.

"You and I by Ingrid Michaelson."

I smile to myself as I just learned to play that last week.