Take My Hand...|Rye Beaumont

Thirteen|It's A Surprise

3rd January

The next 2 days quickly passed and now it was the day we set off to Spain. I had arrived at Ryes yesterday evening in order for us to get up on time this morning.
"Babe, it's time to wake up," Rye explained stroking my hair and tucking it behind my ear. The annoying sound of his alarm going off from the bedside table.
I slowly opened my eyes and cuddled into him. He kissed my cheek whilst I caressed his hand as it wrapped around my waist.
I properly kissed him on the lips, in which he returned before moving towards my neck. His lips dancing up and down my skin before leaving a purple mark towards my shoulder.
"Rye!" I whispered whilst laughing, gently hitting his arm. He giggled as he pulled away followed by leaning forwards for our lips to meet once again.

"Right c'mon we need to get up," I explained with a smile as I sat up.
"Nooo," Rye elongated pouncing over to me and wrapping his arms around me, burying his face into my neck. I giggled before giving him one last peck and then pushing him away. I sat up and went over to the other side of the room, Rye still laying on the bed pouting.
"Don't want to miss our flight do you?"
"No" he replied
"Well I advise you get up 'cos at this rate we will," I explained.
"Ughhhh," he groaned as he climbed out of bed, making me laugh.
"You're such a 5 year old." I laughed
"So a 5 year old would do this?" He asked with a smirk as he walked over to me, his hands out in front of him as they went to the back of my head and he slammed his lips onto mine. I almost instantly kissed back while my hands found their way to his hair. My fingers running through his soft brown waves.
His hands now on my hips, he pressed his body against mine as he backed up towards the wall.
"We're gonna be late," I laughed.
"2 more minutes," he said leaving little gentle kisses across my face.

"You ready now?" I asked standing in the doorway of the bedroom.
"Yeah, lets go," he replied grabbing the handle of his small suitcase.

We reached the airport for 8am and made our way inside, after sorting everything out and dropping off our bags, we grabbed a drink and a bite to eat.
"You excited boys?" Rye asked messing up Sammie's hair and looking at Shaun.
"Yesssss" they replied as they started jumping up and down in excitement.
By 10:30, we had boarded the plane and were all settling into our seats. Rye and I next to one another with the twins on the other side of Rye, whilst his parents and Robbie sat on an aisle a few lines down.

"You okay babe?" Rye asked.
"Yeah, I'm just nervous that's all," I explained looking beside me to see his perfect features which slightly put me at ease. My favourite person is right next to me, the whole journey. We'll be fine. Knowing he was there surely helped calm my nerves.

"Babe, we'll be perfectly fine, try not to worry about it too much," he said raising our entwined hands and gently kissing the back of mine.
"I love you," I said looking into his eyes.
"I love you more," Rye replied before pecking my lips.

By 1:20pm our time (2:20pm their time), we had arrived in Majorca!
"You did so well, I'm so proud of you," Rye said kissing my cheek.
"I can't believe I'm in Spain, like I know it probably sounds crazy to you, but I thought I'd never get the chance to go abroad," I explained.
He smiled at me, "well look where you are now."

After around 15 minutes, we were in the airport then taking another 45 minutes to get through to the other side.
As we took a few steps outside, I could already feel the heat.
As we travelled to the villa we were staying in, the views just kept getting better, soon the bright blue sea and white sandy beaches were visible.

After around 40 minutes, we arrived at our home for the next week. Wow. It was beautiful.
There was a group of a few villas within a couple minutes walk of one another. Ours consisted of cream-coloured walls with a dark brown tiled roof, huge windows, and as we stepped inside, the first thing the younger two boys noticed was the pool on the other side of the patio doors.
They ran over, unlocked the door, full of excitement.
"This is so cool," Rye exclaimed, still holding my hand.
"Yeah, it really is," I replied as we headed upstairs to check out the sleeping areas.
There were 6 bedrooms, 4 of which would be for: Rye's mum and dad, Robbie, Rye and I, and the twins who expressed they would rather share than have their own.