Crush Culture {{Harry Lewis - W2S}}

✮ EIGHTEEN ✮

Mila's pov

Despite their close proximity for the rest of their time in the bar and their glances in each other's directions; trying their best not to meet eyes out of pure embarrassment, the two hadn't talked much since Harry's statement.

Every time the sentence came to her mind Mila had to force down a smile, after all, what weirdo suddenly smiles to themselves whilst staring into space? But she couldn't help it.

Somewhere in her mind Mila knew that she could never pursue more than a friendship with Harry, he was her best friend's crush after all. Yet her mind wandered off where it shouldn't of.

To a world where Harry would throw her in the pool and jump in after her, not being scared about who sees his hand circle her waist as he pulled her closer, their bodies pressed up against each other with locked eyes, sharing bated breath.

But that was stupid, an immature thought of a wandering mind that had no right going in the direction that it was.

But why was it going there? She didn't like Harry. She couldn't like Harry, apart from Lucy's hand in her guilt, Mila had met the blond boy two days ago.

Two days in which they had formed a small bond over, possibly too much, alcohol and sarcasm.

But that's all it could be, a small bond.

A small bond that Mila would love to lengthen with deep conversation and breakfasts in bed, with neck kisses and skin touching...

And once again her mind was wandering.

It took only seconds for Mila to pull herself back to the real world, however, it felt like miles upon miles that she had to go to get away from the fantasy.

The group were on the prowl, looking for another bar to invade and explore. They'd been walking for a quarter of an hour with the lads shouting out random bars, pointing in their direction with raised heads and frowns as they kept going; Freezy stating that he remembered a bar from the night before and sure that he could find it again.

"Cal lad, we've walked past a hundred bars let's just go in" At this point even JJ, their allocated lightweight, was sobering up from their walk.

"No, trust me, when we get to this bar you'll know it was worth it" Cal once again told them, earning plenty of groans and choice words from the group.

"Do you think the bar was good enough to go back?" JJ turned towards her, nudging her shoulder to grab the smaller girl's attention.

"I don't remember the bar, to be honest," she told him, snapping out of her mind, "pretty sure they abandoned us by that point"

"Us...huh," his eyebrow wiggled as he insinuated more with his words.

But before Mila could even think up a reply, probably outlining the short details of how Harry and herself were not an 'us' and probably would never reach that level, there was a loud huff from behind them.

Mila turned her head, noticing Lucy. Her arms crossed and nose scrunched, hatred in her eyes as she stared at the cobbled ground: she was on a warpath, willing to murder anything in her way.

Not that JJ noticed.

"Aye, Lucy you good yeah?" Her eyes shot daggers in his direction as soon as her head shot up.

It wasn't a surprise to Mila when, instead of replying, Lucy only scoffed and looked away. She was used to her silent treatment by now.

"Lucy?" He tried again, his mouth hanging open with a slight smile, acting a lot more confused than he seemed to be, "oi, are you deaf"