heartlines//florence + the machine
As I was walking up to work, I noticed a huge group of teenage girls crowding the entrance. Rolling my eyes, I pushed through the crowd of overly excited girls. Each one I shoved out of the way cursed at me or gave me death glares. I didn't know what this was about, but I was highly irritated by this whole situation.
Once I was in the store, I yelled over to Celia at the till. "What the hell is going on outside?"
She looked up from what she was doing with a a laugh leaving her lips, "Well there's someone here to see you, Alice, in the back room."
My brows knitted together as I took in what Celia said. "Someone to see me?"
"You heard me right," she laughed.
I walked through the floor, wiggling my way through the throng of girls shopping. I thought to myself that there's a ridiculous amount of people here today. I reached the door to the back room, nervous to see who was waiting for me back here. I opened the door and saw...
Those stupid green eyes staring right into mine.
"What the hell do you want," I groaned to him.
"I want to know your name, actually," he said calmly.
"It's Alice," I stated, "Now I need to get back to work if that's all you planned on asking."
I reached for the handle and I felt a pair of strong hands on my shoulders. "Wait," he whispered.
I turned around, becoming aware of how close he was standing to me. "Well," I retorted.
"I came here to ask you if you'd go out with me tonight. My band is filming a video here and tonight is my last night," he said with a sincere smile.
His voice held no ounce of cockiness and arrogance. I would've said yes due to his sincerity. "I can't," I said weakly.
"Why not," he asked with his brows coming together.
"I'm busy tonight," I said weakly once more.
His lips were pressed together tightly, as if he was going to spit a snark comment out, but decided otherwise. "Can I ask with what?" he said genuinely.
"I have a class until ten," I said.
We were still standing close, with his hands still on my shoulders. We were about six inches from one another. I wanted it to bother me, but for some reason it didn't.
"Can I see you after your class then?" he said with pleading eyes.
"I--uh," I stuttered.
His attitude had completely flipped in the last five minutes. The expression on his face went from arrogant to sincere. He really wanted to see me, and I had no reason why he would.
"I guess I could," I started, "My class tomorrow is cancelled. So I guess I can get my coursework done then."
His face automatically lifted into a smile, and not the cocky kind. "Perfect," he said lightly.
"Where should I meet you," I asked.
He looked away for the first time in our conversation. His eyes were glancing up at the ceiling, trying to think of a decent place to go. "Uh, why don't you tell me?" he laughed, "since you live here and all."
A smile formed on my lips. "How about The Mill at ten thirty?" I said pursing my lips.
He put his hands on my cheeks, pushing them together. "See you there, sweet cheeks," he said with a crooked grin.
I rolled my eyes and opened the door behind me. "I have to get back to work."
He gave a wink before gently pushing past me towards the exit of the store. I watched him walk off into the crowd of girls outside the store. The way he interacted with them was sweet. Taking pictures and signing autographs willingly, as if it gave him complete satisfaction to interact with him.
"Alice?" I heard someone say.
I looked over to see Celia waving her hand to me, indicating that I was needed.
"Tell me everything," she said with a giggle.
Milly walked over to me, sitting down next to me to finish tying her pointe shoes. "How was your day?" she asked chirpily.
"It was alright," I shrugged, "Hunter came back to work this morning."
She dropped the shoe in her hand, her mouth hanging open. "He came back?!" she said in shock, "Did he say why he was there?"
I swallowed hard, knowing Mills will fall on her face when I told her what we're doing tonight. I had no idea who this boy was and he was all over me, while someone beautiful and funny like Milly was drooling over him. It going to kill me to tell her.
"He asked me out on a date," I said weakly.
Her eyes opened as wide as one's eyes possibly could, her mouth was open, and her fingers fidgeted with her shoes. "Oh my god, Alice, he did not," her voice rang throughout the studio, "That is so cute! When are you seeing him?"
"Tonight," I gulped.
"Alice," she said loudly, "This is amazing! Literally one of the most hot and popular singers in the UK right now just asked you, Alice Britton, on a date! This is so freaking exciting!"
She was practically squealing on the floor due to her overwhelming excitement for me.
"You don't think it's weird that he asked me out? I mean, I'm not like sunning beautiful or rich or anything," I said.
Milly gasped, "Alice! You're absolutely stunning! Of course he would ask you out But, !I don't know why you have wear those loose tops and dresses all the time. If I had boobies like yours I would flaunting to every guy I see!"
"But, Mills, you have like the perfect figure! Super long legs and the tiniest waist possible," I said back to her.
She rolled her eyes. "You've got to joking, Alice! I have absolutely no a.s and no t.ts! My bra size is a 32A, Alice. What's yours again?" she said loudly.
"32C," I whispered, "But you know that's too big for ballet."
She waved her delicate hand at me, "Oh who cares what ballet thinks, Alice! You're f.cking hot! You're lips practically scream sex, Alice!"
I rolled my eyes in the process of blushing. "Well, I still think you're ridiculous, Mills."
I was walking out of class with Milly, dressed in the same clothing I was wearing this morning. For some reason it bothered me, the fact that I didn't get to wear something fresh and clean to see him.
Wait, Alice, you shouldn't care how you look. Remember, he's still a prick.
"Good luck tonight, Alice!" Milly squealed.
"Thanks," I said with a smile.
"I hope someone get lucky tonight," she winked, "Ow, ow!"
I rolled my eyes, "Oh, Mills."
I walked the opposite direction, heading towards The Mill. My mind began to roll out thoughts at lightning speed. Was he there waiting for me? Did he have anything to drink yet? What does he drink? Will he even show up?
My arms got goosebumps as soon as pushed the door of the pub open, awaiting my fate. He probably wasn't going to show up; he's a huge celebrity so why would he bother with me?
I glanced over to the bar and noticed a tall blonde man in a leather jacket clutching his drink. He looked over his shoulder, jumping up when he realized when it was me.
"Hey," he said wrapping his long arms around my shoulders in a hug.
I awkwardly pat my hand on his back. "Hi to you too," I smiled.
He pulled me to the bar and sat me down in the seat next to him. "What would you like," he inquired.
"Vodka on the rocks," I said.
One if his eyebrows perked up in reaction to my response. "Someone's not messing around," he laughed.
I shrugged and took a sip of my drink. The strong liquid burned a path down my throat, and I loved it. "Well, if you're going to drink, why do it half a.s?" I asked with a giggle, already felling the buzz.
"You're right," he said motioning to the bartender, "Two shots of Patron!"
I almost spit my drink out. "You're kidding," I said.
"You said nothing half a.s," he retorted, pushing a shot towards me, "On three."
I nodded. He was right. I set myself up for this. I wrapped my fingers around the small glass, ready for my punishment.
"One... two... three," he said throwing the shot in to his mouth.
I did the same, wincing as the smooth hot liquid burned an even stronger path down my throat, and this time I didn't like it. My face squished together in a manner that probably made me look terribly unattractive.
He signaled to the bartender, asking for two more.
I bit down on my lip, dreading the next one. Patron was not one of my favorite drinks.
Hunter leaned into me; his lips grazing my ear. "You know, you have like the sexiest lips on the planet," he whispered.
My face was burning red as he spoke. No one had ever been that sexual to me before. I've never had a guy tell me anything about me was sexy. Not one.
He pushed the shot to me once more, and I drank it automatically, not wanting to respond to his comment.
"How about we play a game," he said, "After each shot we take, we tell each other something interesting about ourselves."
"Sure," I said.
He lips formed a smug little smile as he threw back his shot. "I've read Catcher in the Rye five times," he laughed.
I smiled, "I love that book."
My fingers wrapped around my shot and I threw it back, regretting it once more. What was I going to tell him? Nothing embarrassing, that's for sure. "I--uh, I love watching cheesy romance movies after a long day."
He laughed at my response. "Seriously?!" he giggled, "I thought only unattractive girls watched those because that's as close as they'd get to a f.ck."
I swallowed hard for two reasons. One, he was saying I was attractive. Two, I'm a one percent virgin.
Without another word from me, he threw back his second. "I lived in Australia for six years."
I took the next shot and threw it back, getting used to its awful burning taste. "I have a tattoo."
His eyes lit up as he wonders where my tattoo was and what is was. "Where is it?"
I bit my lip and pulled my hair back to reveal a small tattoo behind my left ear. "Ballet shoes?" he asked in a confused, buzzed tone.
I smiled, throwing my final shot back. "I'm a ballet dancer," I said letting go of my hair.
A devilish grin appeared on his lips. "So you're like really flexible?" he inquired.
I rolled my eyes. "Generally a dance is flexible."
He bit his lip and took his final shot. "I've never met a girl as gorgeous as you," he said, with his eyes glistening from the amount of alcohol he's consumed.
I looked down at the hem of my dress, playing with it to distract myself. "That doesn't count," I whispered.
He pulled my chin up so he could look into my eyes. "You know, these glasses of yours really distract from your gorgeous green eyes," he said pulling my glasses off.
My whole body was heating up. Why did he do this to me? I knew under all this niceness was a guy who was a complete prick, but my body didn't seem to care.
His fingers were now lingering across my cheek and his eyes were staring into mine, trying to figure out what was going through my head at this very moment.
"I should probably get going," I said slipping my glasses back on.
He took my hand in his tightly as I went to pick up my bag. "Do you really have to," he pleaded.
I swallowed hard, wanting to tell him no. "Yeah, I probably should," I said.
"Just a few more drink," he asked looking right through me.
I had to be strong. I wasn't going to give in to his mysterious green eyes. "I really should go," I insisted.
He sighed, desperately wanting me to stay. "Can I at least walk you back to your place?"
"Sure," I smiled.
As we walked out of the pub, a few girls who looked around the same age as me giggled. They knew who he was, and they saw him with me. What if they thought we were some sort of item? I couldn't have that happen.
"Those girls were looking at you," he whispered into my ear lightly.
I looked up at him. "They were looking at you," I retorted.
"Nope," he said shaking his head, "They were looking at you, wishing they had half of the beauty you have."
My teeth bit down on my bottom lip once more. "You're the one in the famous band, remember?" I said ignoring his comment.
He wrapped his arm around my waist, gripping it tightly. "Why do you do that? Always ignore when I compliment you."
"Because you're being ridiculous," I said lightly.
He pulled me even closer, which I didn't think was possible. "You're the ridiculous one, Alice," he murmured.
We stayed silent for the rest of the walk back to my flat. He kept his arm around me, occasionally his fingers would make small circles in my hip.
"This is my place," I said pointing to the door to my building.
He walked me up to the door and pulled my body up against his. "I want to see you again," he whispered.
I sighed. "I'm like crazy busy right now. I'm taking a few summer classes and my ballet company is getting ready to choose its leads for its summer performance. Plus, I'm working practically every day."
"Alice," he groaned, "You've got to have some free time."
"I don't really," I said weakly.
"There's not one day in the next few days where you don't have anything planned? I find that hard to believe, considering I'm the one in a popular band," he snapped back.
This was the side of him I didn't like on bit. The prick side. "Look, I have sh.t loads of crap I have to do in between uni, work, and ballet. I'm sorry I'm a poor student who dances twenty-four seven," I spat back at him.
He looked into my eyes with an expression I couldn't exactly explain. Somewhere in between anger and confusion. His hands came up to face to pull my lips to his. He moved aggressively, running his hands through my hair so my lips were further attached to his.
He released me from his ironclad grasp, looking down at me with a grin of satisfaction. "I've been wanting to do that all day," he whispered.
I smiled, looking down to grab a pen and paper out of my bag. "Here, you can have my number so if by any chance I'm not busy, we can do something," said scratching my number onto the small piece of paper.
He took the paper, sticking it in his back pocket. "Expect a call soon," he said.
Before he walked off, he pressed his lips to mine once more. "See you soon, sweet cheeks."
I rolled my eyes at that silly nickname. "Bye, Hunter," I said waving him off.
I didn't know why I felt so connected to him. But, right now I really couldn't care.