Just Another Teenage Psycho (A Roy Harper/Arsenal Fanfiction)

Chapter Four: Touch-Starved

"After you."

I can't help the flirty smile as I step into the elevator before him. Now that I know he's this attractive and exactly my type, my unofficial timeline has sped up. He follows me and stands on my right.

So I go for it. After all, it's why I'm here.

"You know, you're pretty hot," I decide on, looking up at him boldly.

The statement obviously takes him by surprise. His mouth curls into a barely-there bemused smile, before breaking into a grin when he looks at me. I must be his type to because he seems pretty open to flirting this early.

"You're pretty forward," he chuckles.

"Life's too short to be coy."

I make as cute a face as I can and look up at his amused expression through my lashes. And I mean look up. He's got the kind of height most girls look for.

Our shoulders are touching. He looks as good in leather as Jason- only Roy wears black, along with a trucker's hat and jeans. It's a trashy look that suits him but also draws me in. In the kindest way, he looks all sorts of dangerous and fucked-up. My favourite.

His tongue darts out over his lips as he stares back, a new glint in his eye. He's being obvious about it, which I like because it means his confidence isn't as shot as Jason thought. His gaze drops from my eyes, down the front of my body and back up to my mouth before he bites his lip.

Holy fuck, that was hot.

Gods have to be involved in bringing us together because he's far too fitting for the Lana-del-Rey-esque dream boy I've been waiting for. I already sound like a lovesick puppy.

I slowly start to lean up on my toes, he starts to lean down.

"Agreed?" I ask, almost there.

"What can I say?" He says back, "You're pretty hot too."

This guy was definitely a flirter before.

Then the elevator doors open. It doesn't exactly burst our bubble because we don't separate in a hurry, still caught up in the moment. I don't take my eyes off his as I reach for his hand. I can literally hear his heartbeat racing. I wonder if he's hard?

"Coming?" I try not to snort, backing out of the elevator.

Regaining himself, he smirks, letting me drag him out onto the street. It's not too late so there are people bustling everywhere. I adjust our fingers so we're holding hands properly.

"It's pretty busy out here, you better not let go," I warn playfully. It's a risk, but one I'm glad I took when he winks at me.

"Café's this way," he says casually, voice almost sounding strange like he's trying to cover up the huskiness. That little moment really got to him huh?

I wonder if this café has a sizeable bathroom?

The feeling of normalcy is kind of nice. We seem to blend in with the mixed crowd. Families, couples, groups of teens, friends, singles pass by laughing or silent or on the phone. No one spares us a glance.

As it's cold, I use the opportunity to cuddle up to his arm as we walk.

"That's nice," he comments, sounding content.

"Aren't you cold?" Everyone else is relatively rugged up. It must have snowed lightly after I arrived.

"Not anymore," he grins.

I squeeze his arm, "Cute."

We make a left at the end of the block.

"Have you done this before?" He asks.