The Calm Before the Storm

Chapter 6

So that night was our last night. We had most of tomorrow before we had to catch the plane, but even so, Tom and Harry invited us out for dinner on the beach. H said yes immediately, and I didn't mind as it was free food.

"How should I do my hair?" H asked.

"Brush it." I said absentmindedly whilst folding clothes and packing them.

"Not helpful, La," she sighed, slamming her brush down on the dressing table.

"How about I French plait it for you?"

"Yes!" She squealed, "Thank you. You should wear your cream dress, by the way. Tom definitely wouldn't be able to resist you in that!" She winked suggestively.

"Irrelevant, but fine. I'll just have my hair down, yeah?"

"Yes."

When I'd finished packing, I slipped on my all-time favourite dress. It was strapless with a sweetheart neckline, that was tight around my waist in a strip of see-through cream lace, then floated over my hips and ended about 6 inches above the knee. It was true, I did look pretty hot. I also slipped on my tan wedges and grabbed a tan clutch. Harriet went for a one-shouldered, navy blue body-con dress that hugged her perfect figure, but was a tiny bit short for my liking. She paired it with silver heels that she couldn't walk in, no matter how much she tried to convince me she could.

"Ready?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah, let me just stick some make up on. Go chat Harry up and I'll be down in 2 minutes."

She laughed, "Ok. Don't be long," and she left.

I applied a thin-ish layer of my favourite mascara, that made my long eye lashes look dark and thick. Then I brushed on a bit of pale bronze eye shadow and some bronzer on my cheek bones, then a bit of pink lip gloss. A spritz of my favourite perfume and I was ready.

I heard Harriet's flirty voice as I turned the corner before the huge grand stair case that was in the Hotel foyer. She was obviously flirting with Harry.

I rounded the corner and started stepping down. Harriet was facing me, Tom and Harry with their backs to me.

"Ooh, the princess has arrived," H giggled, and the boys turned round. Their jaws simultaneously hit the flaw as they stood there gaping at me. Any other girl would have blushed, but it didn't phase me at all to be honest. I got to the end of the staircase and walked over to them.

"Y... Y... You look..." Tom stuttered over his words, unsure of what to say.

"Beautiful," Harry chipped in, winking at me and snaking an arm around Harriet's waist.

"Tom? You coming, babe?" H called at a still-staring-at-me Tom.

"Course he is," said Harry, "He wouldn't miss this for the world." He grabbed Tom's arm and Tom stumbled after him while looking at me, still in a daze. Seriously, it wasn't like I was naked or anything!

By the time we go to the restaurant, Tom had finally come back down to earth. We sat down at a beautiful restaurant which was right on the beach, with a beautiful view of the sunset and the deep blue sea. I sat next to Tom (surprise surprise), opposite Harry and Harriet.

"Sorry about that," Tom whispered in my ear, "You just left me a little speechless,"

I leaned over and whispered, "I get it, Tom. You couldn't handle it," I winked and smirked. God I'm witty.

His eyebrows shot up momentarily, then he smiled, his eyes twinkling and said, "Who could? You looked incredible..."

This time, I blushed slightly. "I-"

"Spaghetti carbonara?" A very pretty waitress asked.

"Here," Tom said.

Magical moment officially over. What is wrong with me?! I don't blush! People don't think I look incredible! They don't go speechless when they see me! Something's not right. I'm obviously not feeling very well...