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The warmth of the alcohol you had drunk over the course of the night was thrumming through your veins, making you a little tipsy as you stood on the street outside the bar, waiting for a cab. You knew your friends would still be partying inside in the loud, neon lit warmth of the bar, but you were pretty much alone out here in the relative quiet of the city. The cold night air pushed around you, toying with your loose hair and leaving cool kisses over your skin.
“I should probably go.” Before I do anything stupid, you wanted to add.
You watched with blurry vision as Calum said nothing, a smile loosely hanging on his lips as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and stepped closer. The leather jacket was snug over his shoulders, cheeks flushed and hair a curly mess from a night of dancing and laughter.
“Or you could stay a while longer.”
He took another lazy step towards you and reached out a hand to brush a stray piece of hair out of your face, gently tucking it behind your ear. You watched in silence, unable to take your eyes off his lips. He was so close as you breathed in the scent that was so recognisably him; the foresty cologne, musky leather, the smoke and alcohol on his breath now. It was all so familiar, but you wanted more.
Being just friends with him was more than difficult. It was a physical strain to stop yourself from screaming when you saw him flirting with other girls, when he was smiling and laughing with girls that weren’t you. Worst of all, he knew it. You both knew exactly what you were doing to each other when you let your hands drift over someone else’s body, when you were too drunk to stop yourself from dancing with strangers. And the way he had been dancing with that girl in the club earlier… you hated how the smirk he gave you made you see nothing but blinding red, hated how much you longed to be the only one who got to dance with him, touch him, be near him.
You knew it wasn’t right, and you knew he wasn’t yours but god you wished he was. So you needed to leave, now, before you snapped completely and in your drunk, rather poor decision making state, did something you might regret later on. But now all that raging jealousy was slowly burning out, because he was standing here, and he was looking at you. Only you.
“I don’t wanna say goodbye,” he said softly.
You were breathless as you replied. “Me either.”
The city lights reflected in his eyes were gorgeous, you noted, thoughts drifting to wonder what it would be like to trace that perfect jawline, run your hands through his curly hair… maybe angels do exist. Your mind was foggy but electrified with these racing thoughts as his hand trailed down your bare arm, creating goose-bumps in its wake until his warm hand was holding yours. You weren’t sure you were breathing anymore. All that was left was the heartbeat throbbing in your ears.
“Stay.”
The space between the two of you was dangerously small, a bare sliver of the crisp night air, but it still wasn’t small enough. How easy to would be to lean in and close the gap between you, to touch his lips and feel the warmth of his skin against yours. You shook your head, trying to rid your mind these thoughts but the smell of him was surrounding you and pulling you in, intoxicating you faster than any drink could. You wanted more.
“Calum,” you were sure exactly what you were going to say next.
“Yeah?” The slight rasp in his voice sent shivers down your spine as you lightly placed a hand on his chest, finger tips tracing patterns over the collar of his shirt where his tattoo peaked through, soaking in his radiant warmth.
“I think… I love you,” the whisper fell from your lips and disappeared like fog into the cold air, almost lost in the buzz of the city around you. Your eyes were still watching the hand resting on his chest as you swayed a little and his hands shot out to grip your waist, making sure you weren’t going to fall.
Every touch was setting you alight, all sparks and warmth running thorough you. Finally, you dragged your eyes up to his face, your mind apparently completely fine now with confessing this well-kept secret straight to his pretty face. Too many drinks, you thought.
But he was smiling, and looking at you like nothing else mattered. The air you breathed in chilled your lungs, the city’s lights were still twinkling in his wide eyes and he was smiling at you. Time seemed to blur as you suddenly felt his lips on yours, kissing you and tugging your body towards him, your drunken dream soon turning into a reality as your hands ran through his dark hair, pulling him closer and closer till you couldn’t tell where he ended and you began.
It was heaven in his arms as you burned together in the city lights, nothing on your mind but Calum, Calum, Calum: the way his arms held you, the feeling of his taunt muscles under your roaming hands, the heart beat pounding from his chest. You could taste the burning alcohol on his tongue as he kissed you deeply, like he could drink the cosmos straight from your lips. And maybe, your hazy mind whispered, just maybe he could.
Then you pulled apart, a smile creeping onto his gorgeous lips as he looked at you, shadows dancing over his face. “Do have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do that?” he said, his voice low.
You shook your head and smiled, biting your lip a little. Everything was blurred out of focus, apart from Calum. He was in bright and burning colour, sharp focus contrasting the haze that surrounded him. Definitely too many drinks.
“Forever, maybe?” you replied. He just nodded, grinning now as you made a noise something like a giggle.
“How did you know?” he murmured teasingly as he leant down to nuzzle your neck, pressing lazy kisses up and along your jaw. You weren’t sure if he noticed the catch in your breathing or not, but your head was still spinning. At least his arms held you steady and close to his warmth.
“How did I know?” A pause. “Because I’ve wanted to kiss you forever,” you said simply. He pulled back to look at your flushed face, a slight smirk tugging up the corner of his mouth. Maybe the lights in his eyes are actually stars, you began to ponder.
“I’ve been falling in love with you for far too long now,” he said as he leant in again and captured your lips in another kiss that you never wanted to end. Even when the cab finally pulled up, Calum’s hand stayed in yours. You were never letting him go. He held you tight until your tired eyes closed, fingers intertwined with his and head resting on his shoulder as you began to fall asleep in the back of the gently swaying cab. You felt him place one last kiss on top of your head before you were lost to the world completely.
This is how it should be…