Flatmates

18

I get home around 4pm, so I grab my laptop from my room and curl myself up on the sofa in the living room ready to get these emails sorted finally. After about an hour it is all done, and I lay myself down on the sofa ready to watch Netflix. Then my phone buzzes.

Harry: Thanks for today - had fun. Sorry again about throwing you on the floor x

Jess: It was fun. Just don't do it again x

Harry: So there is going to be a next time? x

Jess: Oh shush you x

I didn't have Harry down as the flirty type, maybe I misjudged him. I get a call from Will informing me that he is having a get together at his tonight and that I HAVE to be there. I begrudgingly agree, realising I only have a few hours until I needed to be there. 

***

I don't bother to knock, just walking straight in. Beside I probably spend more time in this apartment than Will does himself. I call out but get no response, so I head for the balcony. It was a gorgeous day, and I found Will there with the others. By others I mean Alex, George, James, Fraser, Simon, Ethan and Harry. It isn't the biggest balcony in the world, so it is basically a mass of men squeezed onto seats and the floor.

'Our honorary female has arrived' George laughs, noticing me slipping through the glass doors. 'Which can only mean one thing. LETS GET SHIT FACED.'

As if by magic, Alex suddenly pulls a bottle of Vodka and a stack of shot glasses from nowhere. It is like he is some sort of alcoholic magician - always ready for the shots. We each take one, counting down and throwing them down our throats. Even living with Alex and George, these shots don't get any easier.

After a few hours of heavy drinking, we all filter into the living room, squeezing ourselves onto the two sofas, a pile of bodies on the floor in-between. I am wedged between the edge of the sofa and Harry - Simon the other side of him. It was only made for two people.

'TRUTH OR DARE' Alex shouts, throwing the empty vodka bottle on the floor ready to spin. It looks as though we aren't getting a choice. 

Alex spins first and it lands on George. 'Dare.' Before I know it, George is completely stark bollock naked, running up and down the apartment hallway. Nice to see they are starting easy. Fuck sake.

George spins and it lands on Alex. 'Truth.'

'Would you fuck Will for a million pounds?' George asks, leaning forward as he waits for an answer.

'I would fuck a goat for a million pounds' Alex laughs, grabbing the bottle to spin again. This time it lands on James. 'Dare.' James is dared to drink five shots, which he does successfully. Not sure he could stand up now though. 

James takes the bottle and spins. It lands on Harry. 'Dare.'

'I dare you..' James starts, pretending to stroke his beard in thought. 'to snog the face off of Jess.' He doesn't even finish speaking before he starts to laugh. The absolute bastard.

'Ahh.. sorry Jess. Not one to back out of a dare' Harry says as he leans towards me. I swear my heart stops from embarrassment. These guys are literally going to give me a heart attack one day.

As our lips touch, I feel something I have never felt before. Butterflies on steroids or a swarm of bees fluttering around me belly. Wow. We kiss for about a minute before breaking apart, although I am not sure I wanted to. We catch each others eye briefly before he grabs the bottle and spins. Continuing the game.