Failing to Deny

CHAPTER EIGHT

Im excited for this chapter.

I spent long times in the swimming pool laughing because i couldnt remember all 7 of the boys names.

im a bad bad person

i did remember in the end!!!

Im not peace outing anymore!

Enjoy this chapter my little raisins

Em xxx

CHAPTER EIGHT- JAMES' POV

I trudged upstairs dragging my feet behind me. My body felt like it weighed triple what it normally does. When I reached my room, I flopped down onto my bed, too tired to bother with changing out of my jeans. Puling the duvet up to my chin, I closed my eyes, and tried to fall back to sleep. After only about 2 minutes Franklin crept in, shutting the door behind him slowly and silently. I knew the sounds of his footsteps already, and as crazy as it sounds, his breathing was familiar and soothing. I pretended I was asleep, peeking out of one eye to watch him. He walked over to my side of the bed, and I quickly shut both eyes so he wouldn't know I was still awake.
For a few moments I didn't hear anything, so unless he had ninja-like silence skills he was still standing beside me. I kept my eyes closed for a while still hearing nothing, but just as curiosity was about to get the better of me I felt Franklin sit down on the side of the bed. I opened one eye just a bit, so I could see him but my vision was blurry. From what I could tell, he was holding his head in his hands. I longed to wrap my arms around him and comfort him the way he comforted me, but I knew it wasn't a good idea. I was fully aware that I was developing feelings for him, and I definitely didn't want to do anything to make them grow any more. He could never, ever feel the same towards me, and I would only embarrass myself and ruin what time I would get to spend with him. Let alone how much rejection from him would hurt.
After what I guessed was about five minutes, he lifted his head from his hands. I didn't think he had been crying or anything, because his eyes weren't very red, so I assumed he was just tired. I smiled as he found himself the clothes I forgot to leave out for him, and then closed my eyes. I should give him that much privacy.
He climbed into the other side of the bed, and I tried to keep my breaths steady still. He fidgeted for a bit but then settled down, and his breaths started to even out too. I relaxed against the pillow, I hadn't even realised I was holding my head up slightly. I let my mind wander to the blank space that tonight left in my mind. I could remember quite large chunks considering how drunk I had been. I remembered going inside. I remember taking shots with the boys, a lot of shots. That's when my memory starts to fade. I remember a girl, I was dancing with her. Yeah, she had that gothic look about her. I didn't know her name, but I mentally called her Yvonne. She looked like a Yvonne.
So I was dancing with Yvonne for a while, I remember getting tired, tired of dancing, tired of her. I know I must have said something wrong, because I remember her walking away. That's when I must have called Franklin. I don't remember anything I said on that phone call, but what I do know is Franklin definitely didn't tell me everything I said earlier. I cringed at the thought. I must have said something bad if he didn't want to tell me. Suddenly, a terrifying thought hit me. I must have said something about him. About how I felt about him, more specifically. Oh freaking no. This was not good. This was bad. This was throw yourself off a bridge bad. I felt my breath catch it my throat but disguised it by pretending to snore. I was actually feeling close to tears, which made me want to slap myself. Seriously, I knew I liked Franklin a lot, but I wasn't even sure if I was completely gay, and I was just acting like such a girl. I'm sure I wasn't like this a week ago.
"James" Franklin whispered. Oh, so he knew I was awake. And I thought I was such a good actor.
"Yeah?" I whispered back, dropping my sleeping act.
"You okay there?" He whispered. Damn, he heard my breath catch. My pretend snore wasn't good enough.
"I'm fine, that was a shiver...I'm cold" I whispered back. Not technically a lie, my feet were kind of cold, and it was sort of a shiver of fear. Sort of.
"I'm cold too" He whispered. I turned onto my other side to face him, since we were talking now. I felt rude staying with my back to him.
Neither of us said anything for a moment. I was about to close my eyes to try and sleep, since I was really tired, and I really didn't want to think anymore about what I might have done tonight. Then, I felt the bed move, and opened my eyes again. Franklin had moved towards me, just an inch, but he was definitely closer. I raised an eyebrow at him, and he shrugged at me.
"I'm cold too" He repeated. I had no idea what he was getting at, until he moved closer again. My heart skipped a beat. Okay, I could do cuddling. Friends definitely do that. I moved closer as well, until we were nose to nose in the middle of the bed, our breaths mixing between us. His hand found mine under the duvet. I looked at him questioningly, and he shrugged at me again.
"Cold phalanges?" He half asked, half said. I squeezed his fingers, resting my forehead against his.
"Okay" I said, smiling as he squeezed my hand back. I had no idea what was going on here, but I didn't care one bit.
I grinned at him, feeling completely elated. I didn't care if this didn't mean a thing to him. He grinned back at me, his dimple showing clearly. His eyes were shining brightly despite the fact we were both exhausted, and I couldn't look away from him. He was just so godamn perfect. The way one lock of his chestnut hair fell to just below his eyebrows, the way his cheeks flushed such a cute pale pink, the way his turned up nose lifted when he smiled. I honestly don't know how I missed this before.
I literally couldn't take my eyes off him. Our faces were centimetres apart, and all at once I realised what was about to happen. I felt something churn in the pit of my stomach, a mixture of excitement, happiness, and fear. I knew somewhere in the back of my mind that this was crazy, but I ignored the thought. I wanted this.
He tilted his head slightly, confirming my suspicions of what was coming next. I turned my head the other way, moving forward a tiny bit. He moved forward too, until we were so close that if I pouted our lips would touch. His pink plump lips were right there for the taking, but I couldn't move anymore. I was too scared to close the gap.
He looked at me, and I could see the fear in his eyes too. But I wanted this more than I was scared of it.
I leant forward again, until my lips grazed against his. My heart pounded at the touch. I felt him squeeze my hand, and then before I knew what was happening, he melted into me. Our lips locked together and moved perfectly, like two pieces of a jigsaw fitted for each other. He took his spare hand and moved it to the back of my neck, pulling me in closer. I gladly cooperated, moving until our chests were pressed together as close as we could be. I rested my free hand on his side, gripping his t-shirt. I smiled into the kiss and felt him smile too. We moved our lips in sync. It felt so natural; I never wanted to leave this moment. Our legs tangled together under the duvet, so you could hardly distinguish which person we were. Slowly, after a while, we both pulled away. The kiss wasn't hungry or hot, it was just perfect. I pressed another small kiss on his lips, smiling as he closed his eyes. I was beyond happy. I stayed close to him, unable to contain the grin that was plastered onto my face. Franklin ducked his head and laughed in contentment, grinning back at me.
"That was..." I started, unable to find the words to describe what I just felt.
"I know" He said, leaning forward to kiss me on the nose, making me blush. I could not get over the way his lips felt on mine, or against my skin. I squeezed his hand again, copying his action and kissing him on the nose. He laughed, pulling me in closer for another kiss. It was shorter this time, but still just as amazing. I wrapped my arm around his waist, making sure he was as close as he could be.
"I like you" I whispered, decided to take the chance while the moment was there.
"I like you too" He whispered, making my smile grow even wider, if that was physically possible.