Dear Lottie

Chapter 19

"So, do you come to London often?" He questioned. We had been walking for a minute in silence, so the conversation was needed. "Um, I come to London when my favourite bands do. This time it's In This Moment." He looked excited, like he knew exactly what I was on about. "Really? The one at seven till ten tomorrow. In the field right next to the hotel?" I nodded in response and he clapped his hands together, smiling. "I'm going to the same one!" We pulled into a Starbucks and sat down. "Oh, I don't have my-" He took my hand and smiled affectionately. "Don't worry, I'll get you one. I sense you're a medium latte with gingerbread syrup girl?" What. The. Fuck. He knew my exact order. I laughed in reply, even though I was internally quite freaked out. "Yeah.You got it...exactly." He flashed a smile before going to order. God, he was fit. His thin, pink lips carved into a perfect smile that any girl with eyes in their head would swoon at, his blue eyes shone perfectly like stars and his hair was so dark in comparison that he looked like some sexy mutant. Blue eyes. Black hair. Pale skin. It was literal perfection. He returned with the drinks and a brownie to share, I hated eating in front of boys I had just met, but I was so absorbed in his eyes that he made me feel comfortable in my skin. That's what he made me feel like. Why would some sexy mutant like him pick up some angry, short, blonde girl like me? It was...it was a miracle. "I don't know you're name." I declared, swallowing a piece of brownie. He placed his hands in his lap and smiled as he licked the coffee from the corner of his lip. I could feel myself burn bright red. "Sam Harrington." He extended his hand to shake mine and I went to reach for it. "Charlotte Rose Sykes." I used it. I used my full name for the first time ever. As soon as I realised I did, I went back to correct myself immediately. "Please, just call me Lottie." He smiled and proceeded to shake my hand. It was an unusually long hand shake, but it allowed me to notice that his hand fitted perfectly in mine. It was like a jigsaw piece had been tucked under the sofa my entire life and I had just found it, beckoning me. It was like the relief you get when you take that piece and place it in smoothly, feeling it click under your fingers. This was my click. I had found the missing piece. "Your hands are so warm!" He loudly exclaimed, making me laugh and blush. His hands; however, were cold, like ice. I hated my warm hands; they always felt sweaty when they were merely just warm. His hands cooled mine down, lowered the temperature like he lowered my awareness of everything. It was like he was put on earth to cool me down. "Your hands are so cold!" I yelled in reply. We both laughed.

Two hours passed and we had walked through two parks and talked about everything from Harry Potter to why the fish don't die when lightning strikes the sea. The conclusion was that some fish would die, but not all of them. We arrived at the hotel and before leaving, he kissed me lightly on the lips. They were so soft and I was silently praying that he tasted the pink grapefruit lip gloss I had put on less than ten minutes before. The kiss was slow, soft and satisfying. He pulled away slowly, letting go of my hands, making them overly warm again. He smiled at me before walking off. I couldn't turn in. Not before fully appreciating his walking body. His hair sitting comfortably on his head and his long legs moving swiftly along. He turned round abruptly and shouted back "I'll pick you up tomorrow! Half five!" He grinned as he saw me in a daze with my head leant on a wall and my eyes wandering him as he walked away. Eventually, I did let him go and I turned in, back to the hotel.

As I entered the hotel room I was greeted by an unpleasant sight. Brendan was sat on the purple chair I used for my make up appliance and Skye was straddled on top of him in her underwear. As I walked in she was midway taking his shirt off before I yelled at the top of my lungs "Can you fucking please not?!" I turned to the door letting them get changed. Unsurprisingly, they denied the chance and continued stripping. "Oh my fuck, Lottie! Go get your Romeo back. Let me have some fun on holiday for once!" This snapped it for me. Whenever we holidayed, she'd always ditch me for some stupid stereotypical receptionist called something even more stereotypical. I was the one that went sight seeing alone. Anyway, she had Caleb now, so she was just being a plain whore. I could feel my cheeks burn a lovely crimson red and I threw my hands down my side as I spun around and screamed "what do you mean you have no fun?! This happens every holiday, you whore!" I stormed out leaving her alone with her new bestie.

Angrily, I pulled out my phone and dialled Sam. "Hey Sam. Skye and Brendan are using the hotel room tonight, could I stay at yours, i'll take the sofa. Or the floor. Anywhere. I really don't care I just-" he cut me off with his mesmerising shush. I could even hear him lift his finger to his lips and close his eyes lightly. "Lottie Rose Sykes. Of course you can stay. I'll direct you to my place as we speak." We stayed on the phone and he lead me to his house where I found him leaning on the door frame. It took me ten minutes and within those minutes, I had had my full rant about how Skye was such a whore. He greeted me with a kiss on the forehead and took me in warmly. "Thank you so much for having me. I don't know how to re pay you, you're so kind and-" he placed his finger on my lips and took my hand in his. "I know exactly how you can re pay me." He lead me upstairs and I silently prayed that it wasn't what you readers are all thinking of. Obviously, his room was all blue. Blue covers, blue walls, blue pillows, even a blue phone by his blue bedside lamp. He threw me on the bed and went to a shelf on the wall to retrieve something. He pulled out a thin box labelled 'Harry Potter: Goblet of Fire'. He placed it in my hand and I looked to him, confused. He had the most adorable blue eyes. "Watch it with me?" I couldn't resist the smile forming on my lips. I handed him back the box and nodded gently.