Roomie
He’s sucking his banana
Bee's POV.
“I’m going to miss you so much sweetie” She mumbled into my hair enclosing me into a tight bear hug.
“Mum I’m 17, I’ll be fine. I promise” I handed her a tissue to wipe away the mascara ridden streaks cascading down her blotchy face.
“I know- I know” She sniffled “But you’ll always be my little girl”
“I promise I’ll call you everyday” I giggled attempting to lighten the mood as I recalled the memory of opening the acceptance letter, I was over the moon; ecstatic to finally be leaving the boring town of Wolverhampton and spreading my wings.
But when I told my mum she just put on a brave face and assured me she shared my bliss; deep down I knew she wasn’t, but there comes a time in life where you have to put yourself first, and that’s exactly what I'm doing. I picked up my tiny rucksack walking out of the 3 bedroom house into the overcast outdoors.
“Please promise me you’ll be careful” Her cracking voice was accompanied by an empty smile; her eyes a contorted mixture of emptiness, pain and pride.
“I promise” I released myself from the 14th hug of the day (yes I counted and yes she likes to hug), offering out my pinkie finger causing her to giggle like a school girl in response.
“And promise that you’ll use protecti-” She hurriedly spoke not yet intertwining our pinkies.
Oh the joys of a tight-knit mother and daughter bond.
“I’ve had my virginity for 17 years so don’t worry, I’m not losing it just yet” I interrupted her. Sure I have had a few boyfriends but nothing serious. I just prefer to be friend with boys opposed to the alternative.
“I know. But I don’t want you coming back with a baby bumble bee” And with that she cracked up. Yeah, real nice to make a joke about my name.
Seriously. Why she named me after an insect yet my sister after a flower I will never know. Strong sibling jealousy right here.
“Well aren’t you hilarious” I rolled my eyes turning on my heels towards the taxi impatiently revving his engine. Deep down I was happy my mum was slowly turning back to her old sassy self; she deserved to be happy but then again, I was the one and only sass queen.
“I love you” I yelled over my shoulder throwing my rucksack onto the seat I would be restrained to for the next 3 and half hours. Oh the joys.
“I love you to pumpkin”
I swallowed, blinking multiple times feeling the river of emotion at the tip of my throat ready to overcome its wall.
Waving at my mum once more, the taxi began speeding down the familiar road.
Attempting to distract myself from the apprehension of starting collage I glanced through the rear mirror; studying the driver. His gruff haircut and dirty beard definitely didn’t compliment the cigarette positioned between his lips. No, just no. Don’t even get me started on his wobbling chin; definitely not in fashion this year.
“Get out of the way you fucking cunt” He yelled 10 minutes into the journey at the female driving the black BMW that chose not to jump an orange light.
“I’ll tell ya, women drivers are like stars in the sky. You can see em’ but they can't see you. Annoying little shits” He growled turning his angry gaze towards me and nodded intently.
No don’t mind me. Totally just insult all women in front of me. Pfft, it’s not like I’m a woman or anything so why would I care if you’re a sexist pig.
“MmM” I murmured so quietly I doubt he even heard. This is going to be one hell of a ride.
oOo
After nearly 2 hours, the driver; whose name I had learned to be James, hobbled around to the back of the taxi grabbing my suitcase and carelessly dropped it onto the wet grass manoeuvring around his beer belly.
Waddling along slowly, he relaxed back into the dry of the taxi holding his filth covered hand out of the window “Here we are-” he coughed “-Now I want my money” his voice was wheezy and disgusting; I guess that’s what smoking does. I looked between him and the sign a few feet ahead ‘campus 1 mile away’.
“But the collage is another 15 minutes’ walk away and in case you can’t see past your alter ego, it’s raining buckets!!” I snapped back pointing towards the thunderous sky pelting hails down. “I swear to god if you don’t let me back inside the taxi shit is gonna go down!” I yelled angrily.
Let’s just say that being stuck in a small and sweaty taxi listening to him rant incessantly about his relationship issues hasn't set me in the best of moods. Or should I say non-existent relationship.
“Don’t moan you little self-centred brat, we got here nearly an hour early” Fuck him, I am not little! I’m 5’9. The cheek of that dickhead!
“Only because you nearly killed me by driving 20 miles over every speed limit” He rolled his eyes knowing it was true. I swear down, we nearly hit 3 cars, 2 Lorries and 1 unicyclist, never have I been so scared. Then again, never have I seen a unicycle on the main road, thesighting is a moment I will treasure forever.
Leaning forward and snatching the £30 I had been holding from my clammy grasp he shut the window and began driving off. Of course not missing the massive puddle which splashed dirty water up into the air and onto my new jeans.
“YOU SEXIST PIG. I DON’T BLAME YOUR WIFE FOR LEAVING YOU” I screamed at the now empty road whilst pointlessly flaying my arms around in numerous directions before stopping, after all what’s the point? I’m only going to waste time and energy. Could things get any worse?
Surprise surprise, things could get worse. The walk took me nearly 20 minutes which meant it was now 8:11pm and I was tired, hungry, cold and not to mention dripping in water and anxious to meet my new room-mate.
What if she’s a bitch? Or she could be one of a nerdy girl who is never going to talk to me yet find a way to make my grades look pathetic. Maybe she’s an extrovert? Or she could be the worst type; a slut who brings a different guy in every night and I have to listen to them having sex in the bed next to me. And oh my god…..
“What if she’s a screamer?!” The words left my mouth before I could process what I was doing. Looking around I realised I had now walked into the almost deserted; with exception to the receptionist and some students, registration office.
Great start Bee. Why do I have to be so socially awkward?
“Pardon?” The receptionist’s strict tone shocked me slightly. I turned a bright shade of tomato when she furrowed her eyebrow; looking me up and down before shaking her head disapprovingly muttering something about teenagers today being sex driven animals.
“I said what if there’s no … creamer? I like to cream my face masks before applying?” I stuttered falling over my words, what the hell kind of excuse even is that?
“Anyway I’m Bee Lawson” I muttered mentally praying she would give me the dorm key and I could be on my way. After a few awkward seconds she finally held the piece of paper up, her eyes flicking back and forth from me to the paper but thankfully chose to blanks my previous remark.
“Your late” She fiddled around with a drawer, prying it open and retrieved the last blue key and discarded it onto my open palm.
“Sorry, so what’s my dorm number?” I questioned. To my surprise, unlike a normal person who would answer me, she decided to pull out antibacterial hand wash from her Prada handbag and apply a generous squirt to the places her hands had made contact with mine.
Firstly I am not dirty; I’ve just walked a whole mile! I repeat 1 whole mile. And secondly, why couldn’t she just tell me where I had to go whilst she was doing it, ever heard of multitasking?
Bitch.
“129. And don’t worry; you’ll love your room-mate” her voice was emotionless but her eyes held a mysterious glint. Okay not weird at all.
“Want me to take her?” A honeyed voice interrupted my thoughts. I turned my head to the right and found a tall male a similar age to me dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt. I’m not going to lie, he was hot. And I mean hot, so hot I could undoubtedly fry an egg on him.
The receptionist smiled impressed before returned to her paper work. “I’m Brett and don’t worry, I’m not a screamer” He winked reached out his hand and I gladly accepted, although I was slightly disappointed it wasn’t a hug.
At least if it was then I could hide my flushing cheeks, I mean obviously that’s the reason and not the fact I want to hug to inhale his heavenly scent. He chose not to comment and we strode of towards the dorms.
And then I found out he was his roomie so he confessed his utter and dying love for me and carried me bridle style to our room in which we had a double bed and he fucked the life out of me.
I’m just kidding, that didn’t really happen. But how I wish it had.
No, we actually talked for most of the walk, turns out my dorm is a 5 minute walk away from his so its relativity simple, plus Brett drew me a map with directions to my classrooms, the lunch hall and even to his room (Score!)
Yes! Maybe I’ll finally get laid . . . okay probably not but cant a girl dream?!
Okay back to the boring stuff no-one cares about. It turns out that were both studying English literature together so at least in my going to know no-one. I also found out that he’s in his first year like me but his older brother came here so he knows his way around pretty well.
Although In honestly I didn’t care about how his brother had achieved top scores in the county I nodded when needed and got him to continue talking whenever possible.
Why you might ask? Well you see, because I’m the observant person I am I noticed how his impeccable jaw moved perfectly every time he spoke. To be honest he was perfect in general, the way his pale skin stood out starkly against both his dark hair and eyes. The way his melting smile meant even the stingiest of people warmed up to him; pointedly the receptionist. Or maybe the way his chiselled face was contoured by the light.
Damn, maybe I should ask him out to lunch so I can admire his jaw when he eats?
That’s weird isn’t it?
Then again I do need a subject for my photography course I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. I could be all casual about it ‘I was just admiring your jaw and I would love to capture its every perfection and print of hundreds of copy’s to place on every blank space in my room’
I wonder if my roommate would mi-
“Here it is, well I’ll see you in English” He stopped my thought’s half way, his big grin reaching his eyes as he pointed towards the tall white door.
Okay could you look just a little less happy to be seeing me go.
“Yeah, see you in English” I replied smoothly. Of course inside I was mentally praying he was going to kiss me. Then again that would mean I would have something called luck, and that’s something I definitely don’t have. Or I would have to have looks maybe a C cup, a nice flat stomach or perhaps some sense of normality about me.
I definitely don’t have any of those traits, so yes, I am screwed.
Nevertheless I pulled the key from my pocket and shoved it in the door, of course not before doing it cool kid style which consisted of me dropping the key, bending down to pick it up and hiding my head on the door handle. I’m such a trend setter.
Be calm, breathe. It’ll be fine maybe you’ll like her. If not you can just kill her in her sleep or something. Yup, great plan right there.
“Hello?” I hesitantly stepped into the tiny room happy with my new-found confidence, freshly formed plan and newly bruised head. The first thing I noticed was a large suitcase was sat in the middle of the room and Ed Sheeran playing quietly through a black iPhone docked into some speakers. If she likes a bit of the ginger god then maybe I can make a friend of her yet.
“Urm…Hello” I heard a husky and seductive voice. Did I just say seductive? I mean …. Feminine? I turned my head towards the tiny bathroom which lead on from the door in the middle of the room where I could hear various banging’s and what I can only assume is opening of bottles.
Turning around I took the bags of my aching shoulders. So she’s just a really un-feminine girl? That’s okay; I’m not going to judge her. I fiddled around in my bag before pulling my phone out ready to text my mum until the voice jolted me back to earth.
“Wait? You’re a girl?” I turned my attention to the voice and jumped back when I realised it belonged to a tall attractive brunette holding various hair products in one hand with a piece of paper in the other and a banana.
Why is there some random boy in my room and why is he holding a banana? Actually the first thing I should address is that I was right about the bottles. Damn, me and my spectacular detective skills.
“No shit Sherlock. Who are you?” I questioned stepping back slightly, for all I know he could be some serial killer hired to assassinate me. Maybe I’ll have to put my plan A to kill him in his sleep sooner than I thought?
“This is my room. The question is who are you” He furrowed his eyebrows looking down at the sheet of paper in his left hand reading and re-reading it before looking me up and down. Is that all people do here. Scan paper and judge me? Then again, Brett didn’t do that, he’s too classy for a peasantry action like that.
“No…. this is my room” I picked up the piece of paper and handed it to him.
“Lawson’s a bit of a ….weird name isn’t it?” He questioned. Is this guy on drugs?
“My names Bee?” I pointed towards my application letter which read ‘Bee Lawson’
“Well who does it say your roomie is?” I shot him a confused glance. Could my day get any worse? He took my blank expression as his cue to snatch the paper from my hands sighing and open the tiny tag of paper on the left side how did I not notice that? “Yeah we are roomies, my sheets probably just a fault on the systems”
“So you’re not a girl?” I murmured trying to get my head around this. How is he so calm? I’m a girl and he’s a boy, we can’t room together!
“Do I look anything like a girl?” He smirked, running his free hand through his lustrous chocolate curls whilst the other brought the random banana to his lips.
Damn I never realised a guy eating fruit could turn me on so much.
“Well-… I mean … no not really but-“I stuttered. Why was I always awkward around hot boys!
“My point exactly, so which bed would you like?” Harry pointed towards a bed against the wall on the left with a small drawer set for clothes before swiftly throwing the banana peel into the bin. The only difference being that the one of the right had a window bay next to it with a small ledge to sit on.
“Lady’s first” I replied.
“Hilarious aren’t you. You chose” He rolled his eyes whilst I just stood their laughing at my own joke.
“No you” I replied during giggles. He just rolled his eyes at me again. He’s going to get some weird brain disorder if he keeps doing that.
“No you chose” He insisted.
“Fine, I’ll have this one” I pointed towards the one with the window ledge; it will be perfect to take some pictures.
A small squeal escaped my lips when I tried to take a step forward which resulted in me tripping over and landing flat on my face, luckily he had his back to me so he couldn’t see the ‘I’m falling’ face I pulled before hitting the hard ground.
He turned around a laugh escaping his lips “Did you … just trip over …nothing?” I could see he was trying desperately hard to not burst out laughing.
“No! …It’s called a random gravity check!?” I snapped back annoyed that he was laughing at me.
“I’m sorry, here” He walked over to me and offered a hand which I knocked away before standing up myself and rubbing the bruise forming on my elbow.
His hands are so big, so soft, and so tender.
Wait? Who said that? Not me! Moving swiftly on.
His face was etched with shock, clearly someone isn’t used to be turned down by girls; he’s definitely going to be the type of roomie to bring lots of girls home “Come on, It was funny! You have no sense of humour”
“I do have a sense of humour. For example, I'd laugh hysterically if you got hit by a bus” I snapped back.
“You’ll definitely get on with my friend; he likes sassy” He folded his arms.
“I’m busy; can I ignore you some other time?” I sighed walking over to my suitcase and pulling out some pyjamas and stuff for the shower.
“I bet you were up all night working on that one” He winked. One does not simply try to out sass the sass queen. Damn him!
“Course I was, well I’m going to shower”
“Probably wise” He smirked to himself pointing to my rainwater covered clothes.
oOo
“Did it hurt?” Harry questioned me as soon as I stepped out of the steamy bathroom. I was now dressed in snail pyjamas (Yes I said snail) but him on the other hand had taken his top of and had a fresh one ready to put on.
“Did what hurt?” I questioned raising my eyebrow slightly. Can I just make note that his muscles remind me of mountains– rock hard and huge.
“When you dropped from heaven?” He smirked cockily. Oh dear god just kill me now.
“Well did it hurt when you were dropped on your head repeatedly as a baby?” I replied wearily, I think it’s fair to say that at 9:23pm my comebacks tend to lack . . . originality, that plus judging by Harry’s smirk; any effectiveness.
I watched him from my bed in awe as he pulling the black top over his naked torso, his toned muscles flexing perfectly with the golden glow bouncing of them perfectly. “Why are you so sarcastic?” He asked.
Why did you have to turn around, now I can’t admire the utter perfection bestowed upon your body “It is my body's natural defence against stupidity?” I shrugged realising it came out like more of a question than an actual answer. I watched him jump into bed like and exited child and pull the blanket up around his face switching of his bedside light.
“So your names Bee right…” He asked; cue the mocking jokes about my name. I remember at school I would come home crying every day because of the incessant jokes. ‘Why did Bee cross the road? Jus bee-cause!’ and with that the class would erupt in laughter.
Oh or the high school favourite ‘What does Bee sit on? Her Bee-hind!’ And that’s where the joke about me liking it from behind started, after years of it thought I just shrugged it off. Or at least I tried. Obviously I didn’t tell them I was a virgin that would have made it so much worse.
“MmM, never heard it before” He murmured, continuing when he realised I wasn’t going to say anything “-It’s really pretty” He turned to me and smiled. The type of smile that could light up a room, the type that leaves girls breathless, speechless and deep under his spell.
The way the corners of his lips tugged up slightly revealing a simple dimple on his left cheek, oh how I wish I could run my finger through the crevice. I mean … wow that’s so not attractive?
Who am I kidding? He’s attractive.
“Oh yeah I Urm… thanks?” I replied hesitantly realising I had been staring at him blankly for a while now. “Harrys…. Really pretty as well?” Yes! Another one of my amazing cover-ups; maybe I should become a spy.
He released a low chuckle and there goes my right ovary “Thanks I guess” His smoky voice melted my heart, of course my heart belongs to Brett, but there was no denying Harry was damn fine to look at.
“You don’t speak much do you” He mused after about 5 minutes of trying to sleep in the pitch black in awkward silence.
“No one plans a murder out loud” I giggled, turning on my side reaching out to my phone on the bed side table realising I hadn’t yet text my mum and typed out a quick reply to one of the many texts. I wouldn't be surprised if she hasn't tracked the taxi driver down and interrogated him about my safety.
“Loving the phone case by the way” I could see him winking slightly because of the thin gap of moon light beaming through the curtains. Going out on a limb assuming he could see me too I sent him a puzzled gaze edging him to continue “- saw it when you were in the shower” he replied.
“Well I’m glad you like it” I sighed, the comfort of my bed calling. I just love the relationship with my bed. No commitment needed, we just sleep together every night. Perfect.
“Night Bee” He whispered.
And there goes the other ovary . . .
“I’m going to miss you so much sweetie” She mumbled into my hair enclosing me into a tight bear hug.
“Mum I’m 17, I’ll be fine. I promise” I handed her a tissue to wipe away the mascara ridden streaks cascading down her blotchy face.
“I know- I know” She sniffled “But you’ll always be my little girl”
“I promise I’ll call you everyday” I giggled attempting to lighten the mood as I recalled the memory of opening the acceptance letter, I was over the moon; ecstatic to finally be leaving the boring town of Wolverhampton and spreading my wings.
But when I told my mum she just put on a brave face and assured me she shared my bliss; deep down I knew she wasn’t, but there comes a time in life where you have to put yourself first, and that’s exactly what I'm doing. I picked up my tiny rucksack walking out of the 3 bedroom house into the overcast outdoors.
“Please promise me you’ll be careful” Her cracking voice was accompanied by an empty smile; her eyes a contorted mixture of emptiness, pain and pride.
“I promise” I released myself from the 14th hug of the day (yes I counted and yes she likes to hug), offering out my pinkie finger causing her to giggle like a school girl in response.
“And promise that you’ll use protecti-” She hurriedly spoke not yet intertwining our pinkies.
Oh the joys of a tight-knit mother and daughter bond.
“I’ve had my virginity for 17 years so don’t worry, I’m not losing it just yet” I interrupted her. Sure I have had a few boyfriends but nothing serious. I just prefer to be friend with boys opposed to the alternative.
“I know. But I don’t want you coming back with a baby bumble bee” And with that she cracked up. Yeah, real nice to make a joke about my name.
Seriously. Why she named me after an insect yet my sister after a flower I will never know. Strong sibling jealousy right here.
“Well aren’t you hilarious” I rolled my eyes turning on my heels towards the taxi impatiently revving his engine. Deep down I was happy my mum was slowly turning back to her old sassy self; she deserved to be happy but then again, I was the one and only sass queen.
“I love you” I yelled over my shoulder throwing my rucksack onto the seat I would be restrained to for the next 3 and half hours. Oh the joys.
“I love you to pumpkin”
I swallowed, blinking multiple times feeling the river of emotion at the tip of my throat ready to overcome its wall.
Waving at my mum once more, the taxi began speeding down the familiar road.
Attempting to distract myself from the apprehension of starting collage I glanced through the rear mirror; studying the driver. His gruff haircut and dirty beard definitely didn’t compliment the cigarette positioned between his lips. No, just no. Don’t even get me started on his wobbling chin; definitely not in fashion this year.
“Get out of the way you fucking cunt” He yelled 10 minutes into the journey at the female driving the black BMW that chose not to jump an orange light.
“I’ll tell ya, women drivers are like stars in the sky. You can see em’ but they can't see you. Annoying little shits” He growled turning his angry gaze towards me and nodded intently.
No don’t mind me. Totally just insult all women in front of me. Pfft, it’s not like I’m a woman or anything so why would I care if you’re a sexist pig.
“MmM” I murmured so quietly I doubt he even heard. This is going to be one hell of a ride.
oOo
After nearly 2 hours, the driver; whose name I had learned to be James, hobbled around to the back of the taxi grabbing my suitcase and carelessly dropped it onto the wet grass manoeuvring around his beer belly.
Waddling along slowly, he relaxed back into the dry of the taxi holding his filth covered hand out of the window “Here we are-” he coughed “-Now I want my money” his voice was wheezy and disgusting; I guess that’s what smoking does. I looked between him and the sign a few feet ahead ‘campus 1 mile away’.
“But the collage is another 15 minutes’ walk away and in case you can’t see past your alter ego, it’s raining buckets!!” I snapped back pointing towards the thunderous sky pelting hails down. “I swear to god if you don’t let me back inside the taxi shit is gonna go down!” I yelled angrily.
Let’s just say that being stuck in a small and sweaty taxi listening to him rant incessantly about his relationship issues hasn't set me in the best of moods. Or should I say non-existent relationship.
“Don’t moan you little self-centred brat, we got here nearly an hour early” Fuck him, I am not little! I’m 5’9. The cheek of that dickhead!
“Only because you nearly killed me by driving 20 miles over every speed limit” He rolled his eyes knowing it was true. I swear down, we nearly hit 3 cars, 2 Lorries and 1 unicyclist, never have I been so scared. Then again, never have I seen a unicycle on the main road, thesighting is a moment I will treasure forever.
Leaning forward and snatching the £30 I had been holding from my clammy grasp he shut the window and began driving off. Of course not missing the massive puddle which splashed dirty water up into the air and onto my new jeans.
“YOU SEXIST PIG. I DON’T BLAME YOUR WIFE FOR LEAVING YOU” I screamed at the now empty road whilst pointlessly flaying my arms around in numerous directions before stopping, after all what’s the point? I’m only going to waste time and energy. Could things get any worse?
Surprise surprise, things could get worse. The walk took me nearly 20 minutes which meant it was now 8:11pm and I was tired, hungry, cold and not to mention dripping in water and anxious to meet my new room-mate.
What if she’s a bitch? Or she could be one of a nerdy girl who is never going to talk to me yet find a way to make my grades look pathetic. Maybe she’s an extrovert? Or she could be the worst type; a slut who brings a different guy in every night and I have to listen to them having sex in the bed next to me. And oh my god…..
“What if she’s a screamer?!” The words left my mouth before I could process what I was doing. Looking around I realised I had now walked into the almost deserted; with exception to the receptionist and some students, registration office.
Great start Bee. Why do I have to be so socially awkward?
“Pardon?” The receptionist’s strict tone shocked me slightly. I turned a bright shade of tomato when she furrowed her eyebrow; looking me up and down before shaking her head disapprovingly muttering something about teenagers today being sex driven animals.
“I said what if there’s no … creamer? I like to cream my face masks before applying?” I stuttered falling over my words, what the hell kind of excuse even is that?
“Anyway I’m Bee Lawson” I muttered mentally praying she would give me the dorm key and I could be on my way. After a few awkward seconds she finally held the piece of paper up, her eyes flicking back and forth from me to the paper but thankfully chose to blanks my previous remark.
“Your late” She fiddled around with a drawer, prying it open and retrieved the last blue key and discarded it onto my open palm.
“Sorry, so what’s my dorm number?” I questioned. To my surprise, unlike a normal person who would answer me, she decided to pull out antibacterial hand wash from her Prada handbag and apply a generous squirt to the places her hands had made contact with mine.
Firstly I am not dirty; I’ve just walked a whole mile! I repeat 1 whole mile. And secondly, why couldn’t she just tell me where I had to go whilst she was doing it, ever heard of multitasking?
Bitch.
“129. And don’t worry; you’ll love your room-mate” her voice was emotionless but her eyes held a mysterious glint. Okay not weird at all.
“Want me to take her?” A honeyed voice interrupted my thoughts. I turned my head to the right and found a tall male a similar age to me dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt. I’m not going to lie, he was hot. And I mean hot, so hot I could undoubtedly fry an egg on him.
The receptionist smiled impressed before returned to her paper work. “I’m Brett and don’t worry, I’m not a screamer” He winked reached out his hand and I gladly accepted, although I was slightly disappointed it wasn’t a hug.
At least if it was then I could hide my flushing cheeks, I mean obviously that’s the reason and not the fact I want to hug to inhale his heavenly scent. He chose not to comment and we strode of towards the dorms.
And then I found out he was his roomie so he confessed his utter and dying love for me and carried me bridle style to our room in which we had a double bed and he fucked the life out of me.
I’m just kidding, that didn’t really happen. But how I wish it had.
No, we actually talked for most of the walk, turns out my dorm is a 5 minute walk away from his so its relativity simple, plus Brett drew me a map with directions to my classrooms, the lunch hall and even to his room (Score!)
Yes! Maybe I’ll finally get laid . . . okay probably not but cant a girl dream?!
Okay back to the boring stuff no-one cares about. It turns out that were both studying English literature together so at least in my going to know no-one. I also found out that he’s in his first year like me but his older brother came here so he knows his way around pretty well.
Although In honestly I didn’t care about how his brother had achieved top scores in the county I nodded when needed and got him to continue talking whenever possible.
Why you might ask? Well you see, because I’m the observant person I am I noticed how his impeccable jaw moved perfectly every time he spoke. To be honest he was perfect in general, the way his pale skin stood out starkly against both his dark hair and eyes. The way his melting smile meant even the stingiest of people warmed up to him; pointedly the receptionist. Or maybe the way his chiselled face was contoured by the light.
Damn, maybe I should ask him out to lunch so I can admire his jaw when he eats?
That’s weird isn’t it?
Then again I do need a subject for my photography course I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. I could be all casual about it ‘I was just admiring your jaw and I would love to capture its every perfection and print of hundreds of copy’s to place on every blank space in my room’
I wonder if my roommate would mi-
“Here it is, well I’ll see you in English” He stopped my thought’s half way, his big grin reaching his eyes as he pointed towards the tall white door.
Okay could you look just a little less happy to be seeing me go.
“Yeah, see you in English” I replied smoothly. Of course inside I was mentally praying he was going to kiss me. Then again that would mean I would have something called luck, and that’s something I definitely don’t have. Or I would have to have looks maybe a C cup, a nice flat stomach or perhaps some sense of normality about me.
I definitely don’t have any of those traits, so yes, I am screwed.
Nevertheless I pulled the key from my pocket and shoved it in the door, of course not before doing it cool kid style which consisted of me dropping the key, bending down to pick it up and hiding my head on the door handle. I’m such a trend setter.
Be calm, breathe. It’ll be fine maybe you’ll like her. If not you can just kill her in her sleep or something. Yup, great plan right there.
“Hello?” I hesitantly stepped into the tiny room happy with my new-found confidence, freshly formed plan and newly bruised head. The first thing I noticed was a large suitcase was sat in the middle of the room and Ed Sheeran playing quietly through a black iPhone docked into some speakers. If she likes a bit of the ginger god then maybe I can make a friend of her yet.
“Urm…Hello” I heard a husky and seductive voice. Did I just say seductive? I mean …. Feminine? I turned my head towards the tiny bathroom which lead on from the door in the middle of the room where I could hear various banging’s and what I can only assume is opening of bottles.
Turning around I took the bags of my aching shoulders. So she’s just a really un-feminine girl? That’s okay; I’m not going to judge her. I fiddled around in my bag before pulling my phone out ready to text my mum until the voice jolted me back to earth.
“Wait? You’re a girl?” I turned my attention to the voice and jumped back when I realised it belonged to a tall attractive brunette holding various hair products in one hand with a piece of paper in the other and a banana.
Why is there some random boy in my room and why is he holding a banana? Actually the first thing I should address is that I was right about the bottles. Damn, me and my spectacular detective skills.
“No shit Sherlock. Who are you?” I questioned stepping back slightly, for all I know he could be some serial killer hired to assassinate me. Maybe I’ll have to put my plan A to kill him in his sleep sooner than I thought?
“This is my room. The question is who are you” He furrowed his eyebrows looking down at the sheet of paper in his left hand reading and re-reading it before looking me up and down. Is that all people do here. Scan paper and judge me? Then again, Brett didn’t do that, he’s too classy for a peasantry action like that.
“No…. this is my room” I picked up the piece of paper and handed it to him.
“Lawson’s a bit of a ….weird name isn’t it?” He questioned. Is this guy on drugs?
“My names Bee?” I pointed towards my application letter which read ‘Bee Lawson’
“Well who does it say your roomie is?” I shot him a confused glance. Could my day get any worse? He took my blank expression as his cue to snatch the paper from my hands sighing and open the tiny tag of paper on the left side how did I not notice that? “Yeah we are roomies, my sheets probably just a fault on the systems”
“So you’re not a girl?” I murmured trying to get my head around this. How is he so calm? I’m a girl and he’s a boy, we can’t room together!
“Do I look anything like a girl?” He smirked, running his free hand through his lustrous chocolate curls whilst the other brought the random banana to his lips.
Damn I never realised a guy eating fruit could turn me on so much.
“Well-… I mean … no not really but-“I stuttered. Why was I always awkward around hot boys!
“My point exactly, so which bed would you like?” Harry pointed towards a bed against the wall on the left with a small drawer set for clothes before swiftly throwing the banana peel into the bin. The only difference being that the one of the right had a window bay next to it with a small ledge to sit on.
“Lady’s first” I replied.
“Hilarious aren’t you. You chose” He rolled his eyes whilst I just stood their laughing at my own joke.
“No you” I replied during giggles. He just rolled his eyes at me again. He’s going to get some weird brain disorder if he keeps doing that.
“No you chose” He insisted.
“Fine, I’ll have this one” I pointed towards the one with the window ledge; it will be perfect to take some pictures.
A small squeal escaped my lips when I tried to take a step forward which resulted in me tripping over and landing flat on my face, luckily he had his back to me so he couldn’t see the ‘I’m falling’ face I pulled before hitting the hard ground.
He turned around a laugh escaping his lips “Did you … just trip over …nothing?” I could see he was trying desperately hard to not burst out laughing.
“No! …It’s called a random gravity check!?” I snapped back annoyed that he was laughing at me.
“I’m sorry, here” He walked over to me and offered a hand which I knocked away before standing up myself and rubbing the bruise forming on my elbow.
His hands are so big, so soft, and so tender.
Wait? Who said that? Not me! Moving swiftly on.
His face was etched with shock, clearly someone isn’t used to be turned down by girls; he’s definitely going to be the type of roomie to bring lots of girls home “Come on, It was funny! You have no sense of humour”
“I do have a sense of humour. For example, I'd laugh hysterically if you got hit by a bus” I snapped back.
“You’ll definitely get on with my friend; he likes sassy” He folded his arms.
“I’m busy; can I ignore you some other time?” I sighed walking over to my suitcase and pulling out some pyjamas and stuff for the shower.
“I bet you were up all night working on that one” He winked. One does not simply try to out sass the sass queen. Damn him!
“Course I was, well I’m going to shower”
“Probably wise” He smirked to himself pointing to my rainwater covered clothes.
oOo
“Did it hurt?” Harry questioned me as soon as I stepped out of the steamy bathroom. I was now dressed in snail pyjamas (Yes I said snail) but him on the other hand had taken his top of and had a fresh one ready to put on.
“Did what hurt?” I questioned raising my eyebrow slightly. Can I just make note that his muscles remind me of mountains– rock hard and huge.
“When you dropped from heaven?” He smirked cockily. Oh dear god just kill me now.
“Well did it hurt when you were dropped on your head repeatedly as a baby?” I replied wearily, I think it’s fair to say that at 9:23pm my comebacks tend to lack . . . originality, that plus judging by Harry’s smirk; any effectiveness.
I watched him from my bed in awe as he pulling the black top over his naked torso, his toned muscles flexing perfectly with the golden glow bouncing of them perfectly. “Why are you so sarcastic?” He asked.
Why did you have to turn around, now I can’t admire the utter perfection bestowed upon your body “It is my body's natural defence against stupidity?” I shrugged realising it came out like more of a question than an actual answer. I watched him jump into bed like and exited child and pull the blanket up around his face switching of his bedside light.
“So your names Bee right…” He asked; cue the mocking jokes about my name. I remember at school I would come home crying every day because of the incessant jokes. ‘Why did Bee cross the road? Jus bee-cause!’ and with that the class would erupt in laughter.
Oh or the high school favourite ‘What does Bee sit on? Her Bee-hind!’ And that’s where the joke about me liking it from behind started, after years of it thought I just shrugged it off. Or at least I tried. Obviously I didn’t tell them I was a virgin that would have made it so much worse.
“MmM, never heard it before” He murmured, continuing when he realised I wasn’t going to say anything “-It’s really pretty” He turned to me and smiled. The type of smile that could light up a room, the type that leaves girls breathless, speechless and deep under his spell.
The way the corners of his lips tugged up slightly revealing a simple dimple on his left cheek, oh how I wish I could run my finger through the crevice. I mean … wow that’s so not attractive?
Who am I kidding? He’s attractive.
“Oh yeah I Urm… thanks?” I replied hesitantly realising I had been staring at him blankly for a while now. “Harrys…. Really pretty as well?” Yes! Another one of my amazing cover-ups; maybe I should become a spy.
He released a low chuckle and there goes my right ovary “Thanks I guess” His smoky voice melted my heart, of course my heart belongs to Brett, but there was no denying Harry was damn fine to look at.
“You don’t speak much do you” He mused after about 5 minutes of trying to sleep in the pitch black in awkward silence.
“No one plans a murder out loud” I giggled, turning on my side reaching out to my phone on the bed side table realising I hadn’t yet text my mum and typed out a quick reply to one of the many texts. I wouldn't be surprised if she hasn't tracked the taxi driver down and interrogated him about my safety.
“Loving the phone case by the way” I could see him winking slightly because of the thin gap of moon light beaming through the curtains. Going out on a limb assuming he could see me too I sent him a puzzled gaze edging him to continue “- saw it when you were in the shower” he replied.
“Well I’m glad you like it” I sighed, the comfort of my bed calling. I just love the relationship with my bed. No commitment needed, we just sleep together every night. Perfect.
“Night Bee” He whispered.
And there goes the other ovary . . .
Notes
So I have this story on another site but figured I would post it here for you lovelies to read :DLet me know what you think!
11/7/13