Cigarettes and Alcohol

Fur Coats

Kurt and I went to an Antique shop he knew of next that was only ever full of old people so he rarely got recognised there, or so he told me. We wandered in, the floorboards creaking under our feet. There was a lot of midcentury and 30's furniture scattered about, stacks of old plates and other china, dinnerware and the likes stacked atop them. There was an American flag tacked to the wall behind a dusty, glass fronted cupboard filled with trinkets and jewellery that I peered into. There were pearls, lockets, jewelled earrings and tacky rings inside. Beside it were some cheap pearls laid out on a dresser that Kurt put on jokingly.

As we walked further around the maze-like shop, I spotted a collection of old film cameras, and my heart leapt when I saw a particular one. It was an Olympus Trip with a red leather trim decorating it that looked almost exactly like one my Aunt bought on her holiday in America back in the 90's that she lent me. It couldn't be the same one, could it?

"What'cha looking at?" Kurt asked, peeking over my shoulder.

"This camera, it's almost a replica of the one my aunt has." Kurt seemed to detect my love for the camera, promptly flipping the tag over and peeling it from my hands. He then winked at me. When I realised what he was doing I reached out to get it back from him but he held it above me.

"I have millions of dollars at my disposal, let me get this for you Eff." At this I awkwardly pulled my hands away, but before I could feel too funny about I he distracted me by putting his arm over my shoulder which caused me to feel a whole new kind of flustered.

"Now c'mon, let's keep looking around."

As we wandered further through the piles of dusty antiques Kurt found a some interesting nicknacks, flipped through a box of old family photos that had been donated and picked a few out, telling me they were for an art project he had in mind. He only ever took his arm from my shoulder to pick through shelves and boxes of stuff, then promptly wrapped it back around me.

We went upstairs next to the clothing section and had what can only be described as a movie montage of trying on stupid outfits. Kurt put on a floral fifties pinup dress and an overly extravagant hot pink grandma hat and I put on a large, blue pinstripe suit.

"Honey, I'm home!" I cheered in an exaggerated American accent, reaching my arm out to him.

"Welcome home dear, there are freshly baked cookies on the counter!" He said in a high pitched, painfully cheerful voice.

Next I put on a ginormous faux fur coat, pink dress and feathered hat and he did the same.

He looked so incredibly ridiculous in his dress contrasted by his expensive looking white fur coat that I could only keep my giggles in for a moment before I burst out into laughter.

"What's wrong? Does the coat not go with my hair?" He asked with a wide grin on his face, turning around in the mirror.

"You look-" I wheezed, "You look like a bear!"

He started laughing now at how incredibly ridiculous that was.

"Oi! Pay or leave!" An old man yelled coming round the corner. Kurt and I muffled our laughter and promptly ran back into the changing rooms to take off our coats, giggling at each other through the paper thin walls. After I'd hung up the coat, dress and hat, I climbed on the provided stool and peeked over into his changing room. My eyes widened when I saw that he was topless.

I reached down and ruffled his hair making him jump and look up.

"Hello, handsome." I beamed. He just smirked at me and winked.

That made my knees weak, and only after I'd fallen down had I remembered I was balanced on a wobbly tool.

Kurt quickly ran round and pulled the curtain away thinking I was hurt. When his head peeked in I burst out laughing, almost in hysterics.

I reached up to him from the grubby floor and he pulled me up into a hug and I could feel his chest vibrating with laughter. He was always so warm so I leant my head on his shoulder gently and smiled.

"Okay, let's go get this stuff paid for, you clumsy girl." He whispered in my ear and I gave him a final squeeze and pulled away, shyly tucking my hair behind my ear. When he called me that it made my heart go all fuzzy inside.

He ruffled my hair to get back at me for messing with his then went to grab his things and the camera.

I don't know what I'd do without him at this point, it feels like my soul is connected to his somehow. Whenever I'm around him I can't stop smiling and feeling all warm and funny. He means the world to me, truly.

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Hi guys! I really am sorry for the month and a half long wait, I've been busy with college and figuring a few things about myself out. I hope you enjoyed the chapter! this was just sheer unadulterated fluff but I couldn't just not write it! Let me know if you have any suggestions for what you'd like to see more of! more plot based or more just effy and the band hanging out and doing stuff? Take care and I hope you enjoyed xoxoxo