Smii7y x OC

Talk That Talk.

Melinoë's POV.

The steps took only a second and Smii7y's room was at the end of the hall and it was closed. I didn't think twice as I walked up to it and pulled on the handle. The door flung open and a completely naked Smii7y stood in the middle of his room. I made a squeal and shut the door behind me. After a second the door was swung open again, a little faster, and I walked right in. I didn't understand why he didn't even have boxers or briefs on but life happens.

I sat on the edge of his bed but he was stood and waiting for me to speak. We both knew I wasn't struggling for words but I was only waiting for him to simmer down and sit so we could talk and after what felt like an age he finally did so.

"Smii7y. You seem to have made your mind up about what I was going to say. I have no clue why you felt like you knew what I was going to say and yet you flew off the handle because of something I didn't even say. You said it. Now, tell me why on earth you have the right to put words into my mouth." He sat silent for a while and I felt like I had said what he had to hear and I also kindly berated him for his brash actions. "Now, can I tell you what my real answer is? Or do I have to hear you answer for me?" I had asked that one question and thought it would help but it didn't. No words could be of help as he had made his mind up and in his head, I had told him exactly what he had said.

"You don't want to ruin our relationship and will stay in England. I know and understand so can we move on? Don't you think I have known that you would say this all along and frankly I don't need to hear it. Just go and do what you do best. Befriend everyone and be happy and bubbly." I sat and rolled my eyes as we spoke on the matter even further. Well, he spoke on the matter.

"You're a shit listener. Are you done or are you going to get angry at me for what I still have not said?" He was fuming and needed a little time to breathe. It hurt to have him so angry at me so it was in both of our very best interests for me to leave.

"We are done, Mr Smith. I want to talk to you and you won't listen." I stood and walked out of the room. My eyes stinging as I did so as the tears kept from my cheeks. He was the best a girl could ask for but his insecurities held him back too much.

When I got to the front room they all sat in complete silence. They hadn't been talking about us, I heard what they had been just talking about as I walked in but they wanted to know how it went.

"So, what were you talking about?" Anthony asked with fake uncertainty and I sent him a disbelieving smile and my eyes shone a little sadder. I could see it in the mirror.

"The day that boy listens to me." I huffed out and went to sit but all the chairs were busy. Some of the couples sat with the other in the space between their knees whilst some had to practically sit on each other. I was about to give up and sit on the floor or go for a walk when Anthony pulled me onto his lap.

His hands ran through my hair and pulled the band from it. He was clearly winding me up as I had only put it up when I was on my way to the car from the Canadian View. It was a bad bun and then it was down. John had his camera out I stuck my middle finger up and put the bun into place. Anthony's poor girlfriend trying to avoid the camera but she sat between his knees and, my booty was close enough.

I was tired as it was and the sun had made it all a thousand times worse for me as the heat made me tired. The far off chat faded as my head lolled onto the comfortable chest at my side. My head was on his shoulder and then at the next second my mind and eyes went blank. I felt the best I had all day as the pain left me.

I woke up by being rickrolled by the boys only it was the actual song rather than them all singing it. I was awake in seconds and I sprang up. Anthony laughed in the way he always did. I climbed off of his lap and got to the floor. I wiped my face and laughed ever so quietly. Before joining in with the song.