We Always Attract - Oneshots

Bubbles and Birthday Presents (Nathan's POV)

I was actually gonna upload this with the next chapter but I was feeling generous so you can have it early, it doesn't fit in with any particular chapter but I think it's pretty cute :D

Piling into the flat with Tom and Siva after the gig we'd had that day, I rubbed my tired eyes and made my way to the living room where Sophie was.

Or where she was supposed to be, anyway. She had texted me saying that she would come to the flat to see me after the gig, which I obviously had no objections to, but when I got to the living room, only Kelsey was present, feet up on the couch and flicking through the music channels on the telly like she owned the place. I pouted and furrowed my eyebrows, before turning and making my way to the kitchen.

This was a tactic I'd worked out years ago; if you can't find Sophie, chances are she's in the kitchen rummaging for food to satisfy her constant appetite.

"She's in the bath, Nath" Kelsey called from the front room.

The bath? Why's she in the bath?

Why I am even surprised?, I thought, rolling my eyes. It didn't take long for her to settle herself back into my life, or my flat. I didn't mind, of course; what's mine is hers, and vice versa. That's just how Sophie and I work.

I took my leather jacket off and placed it on the hook by the front door before venturing off to find my girlfriend. As I reached the bathroom, my fingers closed around the handle and slowly turned it, surprised to find it unlocked.

Well, it's a good job one of the other boys didn't get here first.

I quietly opened the door and peered inside.

And there she was, lying naked in my bathtub in all of her glory, surrounded by candles, the epitome of beautiful and all mine.

Well, I presumed she was naked. I couldn't actually see, ahem, certain body parts that I would like to have seen (i.e. boobs) due to the large volume of bubbles that were floating on the surface of the water. Christ knows how much of Siva's bloody bubble bath she'd poured in.

Whatever, she looked fucking gorgeous, that's all I could focus on.

That and the fact one of her legs was sticking up out of the bath at an awkward angle, like, a weirdly awkwardly angle. Her knee was practically against her chest and the only thought that seemed to cross my (dirty) mind was that I didn't know she was that flexible.

I furrowed my eyebrows and turned my head to the side, still trying to work out what the hell she was doing in this position when her hand came into view holding a thin plastic object and she started dragging it carefully up the back of her thigh. I realised it was a razor.

Oh right, she's shaving her legs.

Jesus, do all girls shave their legs in that position? They don't show them doing that on the adverts...

I watched her in amusement for a few moments. She hadn't even realised I was there, 1) because she was so concentrated on her leg-shaving (which was ephasised by the fact that the tip of her tongue was adorably poking out of the corner of her mouth) and 2) because she'd stolen the iPod docking station from my room and was playing Arctic Monkeys loud enough to drown out the sound of me turning the door handle.

"Do I wanna know if this feeling flows both ways?" She sang softly, bobbing her head in time to the beat, "Sad to see you go, was sort of hoping that you'd-"

She stopped as she eyed me, letting her leg drop and join the other in the bath.

"What are you smirking at?" she muttered, pointing the razor accusingly at me. I brushed it off and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door and locking it behind me.