I laid on my bed, face up; the vivid vision of Len just across, smiling, guiding me as he went. Then it changed: two of us, dressed formally, stylishly, extravagantly in front of a cheering crowd of our families and closest friends, his face smiled beautifully as we sang together a song of our magnetic love. I pictured myself in the house, in the kitchen preparing for him and me, and maybe he would come behind me, talk with me or tease me, have fun with me. I closed my eyes, hoping dearly to meet him someday, Len.
A quick zzzt from my phone broke the silence, apart from the calming heavy rain outside. I bolted straight up and shifted to the edge, grabbing my phone from the table... Len...
Len: Ollie
My heart raced again, as it had every time he had messaged me for the past month. I blushed and sank my head to my pillow, why do I have to be this into him?
Oliver: yeah, Lenny?
Len: Are you home?
I read it once, twice, then tilted my head. Why would he need to know that? Is he planning to—?
Oliver: mhm, I'm in my room
Len: Great.
Suddenly, three loud knocks sounded from the entrance door. My parent's weren't home, had they forgotten their keys?
Oliver: brb, someone's knocking.
Len: come back quick, kay Ollie?
I giggled at his words, dummy.
Oliver: yeah yeah
I walked up to the door and peeked through the whole... no-one? I took a deep breath and counted to three, my heart thumped nervously; surely there aren't any bad guys around. I turned the lock and the door clicked open. My heart stopped, the person on the other side – his hair drooping wet and his white clothes soaked, sticking to his paled skin – was Len!
"Ollie! We finally get to see each other!" He smiled – laughing almost – perhaps crying, hugging me tightly as I stood in shock.
"Whe- Why didn't you tell me?" I felt myself say as kept staring at him, "How did you get here?" I couldn't for the life of me stop the mighty stream of questions rushing in my mind. But one thing was clear to me: this had been the best day since I first met him online.
"I wanted this to be a surprise," He smiled, caressing my hair as I still stood awkwardly at his presence, "you liked it?"
"Of course!" I immediately replied, "How long are you staying in England? Oh! Maybe I could get mum to let you stay over!"
"Two weeks."
"Erm, I..." My mouth hanged open for a moment as I felt my shy side take over, What should I say to him? Oh gosh, what if I say the wrong things while he's here?
"Don't be shy, Ollie." He said, nearing to my right ear, "although it does make you look cuter."
"Idiot! I'm not cute!" I immediately puffed, sent a playful punch before guilt took over me, oh no, did I hurt him? I hope not!
"Right, of course you aren't." He chuckled, taking me into a light embrace. My previous stout façade melted away as I lay my head on his soothing chest, his dominant hand gently running through my locks of hair once more. "I love you, Ollie."
"I love you too—" my chest tightened, tears welling in my eyes, "Lenny."
I pulled away slightly and looked up to him with my hungry eyes, I reached in at the tip of my toes and spoke with desperation, "Len."
At that moment I felt his strong, firm lips on mine. My worries melted in the intense rays of our love, and quickly, thoughts of romance and even lust filled my mind. Len... Len.... Len..... I love you.
It was that day that I knew I finally gained what I had long hoped: a true connection with the one I truly love, Len.
