tourist. | a.r. fanfic.

1 | europe's skies.

1 | europe's skies.

    From where I was sat, I watched the sunlight permeate the waves and boats travel off into the distance, out into the Atlantic Ocean. There was an elysian feeling about my surroundings and the warm heat gently tickled my skin through the car window. I was distracted and my mind wandered whenever I saw something new in the landscape that took my interest - anything to try and minimise the pervading sense of anxiety I felt about the week ahead.

    The car rolled to a stop, forcing me out of my daze and into the world of reality. It was difficult to try and clamber out of the car in a dress that was too long and too heavy, especially when I was carrying it on my 5"1 frame. The climate outside of the car was sweltering, and I began to very quickly feel my skin dampen with small beads of sweat. 

    Before me, I could see the blue carpet rolled out and lined with journalists, reporters and a sea of national flags. It was difficult not to let a little smile play on my lips as I realised that my dream of 9 years had come true. 

    "Edie, over here."

    "Hi Scott," I smiled, making my way over to the familiar face of the BBC presenter - thankful to recognise somebody amongst the crowds.

    "How are you finding Lisbon?" He asked, pausing slightly as he tried to pull at the microphone wire in order to direct it to me.

    "It's breathtaking," I responded, looking into the camera every so often and stretching my lips into a smile.

    "Well, if my research is anything to go by, you'd have preferred to be in a Scandinavian country, right?" 

    "I'm afraid you're right. I just prefer the cold, nothing against Lisbon as it's a beautiful city." My diplomacy came across as forced and stagnant, almost as if I had to push it out from within me in an attempt to exude politeness.

    "So, am I right in also thinking that you have an all-time favourite from Eurovision?" 

    I felt my cheeks flush with a deep red colour and knew that it would be difficult to conceal, especially with the contrast of the cream-coloured dress that I was wearing. 

    "Yes, you would absolutely be right. Can we maybe not say who it is?" I laughed, desperate to hide my embarrassment but in the full knowledge that everybody watching would be able to see my blushes.

    "Where's the fun in that?" He teased, on the verge of letting the name fall from his tongue.

    "Scott, please." I laughed again, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him before clasping my hands together in a manner that resembled begging.

    "Alexa-" I covered his mouth with my hand before anything else came out, shaking my head with a jokingly stern look.

    He freed himself from my grasp and chuckled. "You realise we're going to say it anyway. It's Alexander Rybak, isn't it?"

   "It might be." 

    Any attempt to try to play this off cooly would be futile, so I just looked at him with a guilty grin - allowing him to infer that he was most definitely right.

    "It's funny you mention that, because we've actually got him right here." He nodded, pulling somebody out from behind the camera.

    "This is such cruel embarrassment. Scott!" I groaned, bending down to place my head on the barrier that separated us. 

    "Come on, look up, say hi to Alexander!" Reluctantly, I peeled myself away from the barrier.

    "Hi." I mumbled shyly, my eyes widening when I realised that it was just the camera man behind a mask of Alexander's face. "You're so mean!"

    I playfully hit Scott, making a joke out of my frustration. This moment would be on camera forever and there would be nothing I could do about it. 

    "Okay, okay, I admit that was slightly cruel. But if you think that was cruel then wait until you see what we've got in store for you next." 

    "Wait, wh-"

   I felt a tap on my shoulder, gentle skin brushing against my own. Even without turning around, I knew exactly who my eyes would find when I turned around to face them. As I did, my suspicions were correct and there he was, stood in front of me with his childlike grin.

    "Alex," I murmured, the breath catching in my throat. 

    "Hi." He replied, stretching his arms open and enveloping me into a hug.

(A/N) Okay, so I'm going to write two fanfics simultaneously - one's going to be more lighthearted (this one) and the other will be a bit more serious.